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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:01 pm
((That hurt my eyes.
And I think that's when your high))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:11 pm
[[ And, damnit fatal. D: ]]
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:25 pm
((And are we stuck now?))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:50 pm
AninOnin 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: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:08 pm
((Waiting for London before we drive off, yes?))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:10 pm
(( *Tackles Zfatal* Roar! ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:26 pm
((Forget London..he has his own ride....))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:03 pm
Claire was spirited away. She didn't know where London had gone. But she had taken the time to say thank you, and wasn't sorry that she had.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:04 pm
BUT WAIT! -THERE'S MORE!
Jasmine finished raffling down the side of the building, then checked her PDA. All explosives set and armed... except one. That was fine. Jasmine turned to walk away. The entire building would be dust in... oh, thirty seconds.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:12 pm
((Um... are you even paying attention to me? ... *evil thoughts* *pulls out can of whipped cream and sprays it into zfatal's hair* ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:17 pm
London quickly headed out into the casino lobby to which he started to walk out into the parking garages watching most of the guest leaving the casino looking very confused. London quickly called Jareth...yet the man was not answering his call. "Maybe he got out already?" He spoke while heading to his Aston Martin. Jareth had no idea that his friend was going to fake his own death....
Jareth, who was in a completely different outfit including his trademark bomber jacket, was actually was out of the casino/hotel yet while everything was happening (if you allow this fatal) the red head stood just a few feet from where Jasmine was. "you Jasmine right?" He spoke while smoking a cigarette. His deep blue eyes looked at the young woman while his own wooden cross was hidden under his shirt. "I'm new to the professional assassin business." He continued, "And it turns out that The Agency wants me to some how bring you in....nothing aggressive...just to talk!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:34 pm
((I happened again!
I was kicked off by my sister!))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:35 pm
((Aww~ *hugs* oh yeah, my teachers loved the argument on my paper you inspired me to write. lol ))
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