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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:04 pm
Angel rolled his eyes and shifted away from her, "There's no 'US' Chieko. There never was." Looked around, where the hell was he?
((Are they in a car or a room?))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:07 pm
[[ Stretch Limo. cool ]]
Chieko advanced. She pulled him closer by his shirt.
"There should be."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:11 pm
Angel narrowed his eyes and pulled her hands off his shirt, "Right situation, right motion, wrong person. Now tell me where's Tiffany?"
In the back of his head he asked himself, Why does god hate me? It would be heaven if this was Tiffany...but no...I'm damned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:20 pm
Chieko frowned at the insinuation that she was the wrong person.
"I told you, she isn't here."
Chieko fought back an urge to hold a gun to his head, and shoot him to death. Instead, she pressed a call button, and the driver quickly opened up a hatch where Tiffany and the two guards were thrown out of the back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:25 pm
((So Tiff is out of the trunk ?))
Angel looked at Chieko, "What did you do?" he looked at the door. Maybe she was dumb enough to leave the door unlocked?
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:29 pm
[[Yes, currently rolling out on the pavement somewhere secluded near the docks. ]]
Chieko waited for the trunk to close but it was taking too much time. Chieko tried to get Angel's attention away from his precious little brat rolling around on the pavement, so she did the best she could.
Chieko straddled herself onto him, and pushed his head her way.
"Nothing. Now shut up."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:39 pm
Angel's pants seconded the notion. Chieko was very attractive...some...many would even say sexy....and she was practically throwing herself at him. Hell they were even in a limo where anything 'could' happen.
He rested his hands on her hips, then drifted them to her midsection...anything could happen.....Angel suddenly narrowed his eyes and pushed her off, "Like I said, 'right moment, wrong person.'" he turned and saw what Chieko didn't want him to see. "s**t!"Tiffany was rolling down the pavement eating gravelat every turn. Angel swore and went for the door.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:47 pm
((xD rofl I love how Tiffany exchanged a 'glance' with her guard. lmao))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:48 pm
Chieko glared when she was thrown off. So easily she was ignored. What was she, a common prostitute?
Before Angel could even reach for the doorframe a gun was pointed at his head.
Chieko said nothing, only breathing angrily.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:49 pm
[[ Hahaha! That's my favourite part. xd
And..his pants? EREKSHUN?! Dx ]]
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:50 pm
((G2g!!!!))
Angel looked at Chieko, "You'll really shoot me?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:51 pm
Chieko smiled. She had the upper hand now, so it felt good being in control.
"Well, it got your attention didn't it?" She asked him, now grabbing him by the collar.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:59 pm
Bubba had crawled his way to the door. Bodies of comrades, along with discarded bullet casings and such, were scattered all about the room. A ventilation shaft and the wall behind it was structurally unstable, from a highly dangerous rocket launcher blast.
And, darn it all, he was missing a foot. Blood and, consequentially, nanomachines, leaked out onto the floor. Blood spurted out with regularity, expunged by the very heart working to keep him alive.
There happened to be a furnace underground. Bubba limped over, studied himself on the nearby wall, and then without hesitating thrust his severed ankle into the red-hot coal to cauterize it. A white iron would have been better, but he hadn't the time nor the balance to do so on one foot.
Blood evaporated. The smell of burning flesh enveloped the entire room, overpowering the stench of death even for a time.
Bubba would live. Blood loss was likely one of the few methods with which to easily kill him. The pain was agonizing, but Bubba could resist pain. He had always been able to do that. What's more, the nanomachines, as soon as they stopped pouring out from the blood, immediately began reducing the pain and healing the burnt tissue and such. Regeneration was beyond even Morto, unfortunately. First an eye, now a limb. Bubba was going to be a pirate yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 6:38 pm
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