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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:04 am
London continued to run down the stairs with the other women he had no idea that Claire had a tracking device in her stomach to which he continued down the flights of stairs.
(A twist!)
Jareth kept his poker face on as security started to quietly evacuate the building, Early retirement... Jareth thought while making a phone call to a particular agency. "I think I lost my watch...do you know what time it is?" He spoke into the phone while hip lip curled. He listened to what the person on his cellphone telling him. "fake my death?" He spoke while sounding a little on the puzzled side..
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:12 am
Claire was still running. Down those long stairs. Yep, the memories she was going to have. Woohoo.
~
Jasmine took a quick shower and then dressed, into dark clothing, but not the same as she had been wearing earlier. She then put her hair up so that later it would not be caught in anything, which would be annoying. Into her eyes she placed brown contacts, and then a blond wig went onto her neatly-bundled hair. Over the clothing she had just donned, she shrugged on a trench coat.
After one more thing--that cheesecake in the refrigerator, it would just be wasteful to blow up something like that, wouldn't it?--was finished (eaten), Jasmine walked non-hurriedly to the large balcony surrounding her penthouse. She attached a device to the railing, checked that it was secure, along with the attachment to her own midsection.
Then, she vaulted over the edge of the railing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 8:34 am
Angel felt the blood explode out of his thigh and was cursing all the way as he rolled down the rode,
"F**K!
S**T!
D****T!
F*****g WHORE!
S**T!
D****T!
C*** SUCK**G!
B***H!
A*****E!
F*****G!
B***H!
C***!
D**N!
SONOFAB***H!
HOOKER!
GOD D***T!
D**N WHORE!
THIS F*****G HURTS!!!!!!!"
Angel continued to curse and swear as he rolled down, eating gravel.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 3:22 pm
Trist suddenly calmed down, and the look in her eyes was scary.
"Of course we need to get out before she suspects anything, you're right." This was said in a nice, even tone. Agreeable even.
Then came the outburst. "AN EVACUATION USUALLY MAKES EVERYONE SUSPICIOUS YOU IDIOT! If there's an evacuation and she knows you're an assassin, who's she going to blame first?! Who's she going to come after first?! The killer! You! And staying in this hotel, trying to scream some sense into your stupid head is wasting time!" So saying, she slammed herself against the EXIT door, trying to get out of the hotel as soon as she could so that his girlfriend wouldn't track them down.
If she remembered correctly, the door led to the hotel garage, with her motorcycle waiting illegally parked in a handicapped spot.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 3:59 pm
Claire was overcome by the sense that London would feel she was ungrateful. So she paused, laid a hand on London's shoulders, and mouthed, "Thank you." before following Trist.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:08 pm
((tch tch. gonna have to wash Angel's mouth out with soap))
((oh, and wicked car))
Tony stepped out. "Woah!" he said, eyeing the car.
Anthony went into the washroom. The agent followed. Anthony pushed the agent back out. "I'm not having someone watch me pee!!" he protested.
"I'm just making sure you won't try something like jumping out the window" the agent replied. Anthony pointed to his arm in a thick bandage and a sling. "Somehow I don't think I can escape with this" he said, "can you just get the stuff? Oh, I want a mocha frappachino". With that, Anthony went into the washroom.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:10 pm
((Wow zfatal, you have very morbid avis in your signature.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:11 pm
[[ Woah Princey. deny my friendrequest much? I'm crushed. ]]
Chieko backed up, and had the car turn around in fronof him, stopping his roll.
"Oh, it's not that bad."
She told him with annoyance.
Chieko looked him over.
She'd have to get him a new suit later.
But for now, she lifted him up by the back collar and made an attempt to pull him back in the car.
Besides, his little girlfriend was dead. Gone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:20 pm
((huh? I thought I accepted it. Send it again))
((edit: I checked my list. You're on there))
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:28 pm
Trist reached her motorcycle and wordlessly handed the only helmet she had to Claire. She wouldn't start up the engine until she was sure they were ready to go, giving them more time before someone heard that they were going to get out of there.
She swung a leg over onto her motorcycle, waiting for Claire.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:36 pm
Angel moved quickly. He kneed Chieko in the stomach. He hated doing this for two reasons. One. he didn't like to hurt girls. Sure play fighting was fun, but no actual hitting. Two, he kneed her with the leg Chieko shot. The repocutions sent shrilling pain up his leg.
He also knew, she;d be pissed at him for doing this, but it didn't matter. He fell back down, and started rolling on accident, this time cursing in his head...*&*&#&*&*#&$&*&*&*&^&#$%#&4&@@#$@$&#&%#$&#$#$&#$&$&#%&#$&$@&#$#&$
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:40 pm
((and right when I get on, bread gets off!!!))
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