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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:47 pm
((Holy hell...? Is everybody ******** corrupt???)) ((Why don't you actually post what they're saying in Spanish and what-not? Some of us understand that... might be interesting to listen to. And...: LovetoCauseMayhem friends with the el Italiano, so is actually translated: 'friends with the the Italian, so' xDDD ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:48 pm
zfatal ((Holy hell...? Is everybody ******** corrupt???)) ((Why don't you actually post what they're saying in Spanish and what-not? Some of us understand that... might be interesting to listen to. And...: LovetoCauseMayhem friends with the el Italiano, so is actually translated: 'friends with the the Italian, so' xDDD )) ((Well there was that time I sold my soul for a TV))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:50 pm
Claire held on for very dear life. She had never ridden on a motorcycle in her life, and it was a new and terrifying experience for her. The torn sundress she was wearing fluttered in the wind, revealing a few choice pieces of... bruised skin. Without a helmet, the wind forced her eyes closed, and every insect that squished against her legs, arms, and face at high speed gave her more and more reasons to hate motorcycles. And Trist, though Claire wasn't that type of person.
Claire had tried to ask Trist, "How long?" about thirty times now. But try as she might, Claire finally realized that to attempt speech on this monstrosity of metal was hopeless and pointless.
Instead, Claire reflected on the past few days, and what she would say to Beans when she found him again. She, of course, didn't know about his... condition.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:44 pm
((I do not believe that as many people as are said are corrupt. Especially with the Mafia there to place all your corrupt individuals. And... Warden? Commissioner? (insert other corrupt, authoritative individual here)!??
...No. Doesn't sit well. I think I'll go curdle now.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:45 pm
((Awe.
Admit it though. Said warden is effing HAWT. ;D))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:25 pm
((Who? Oh... that picture. Oddly enough I didn't get a nosebleed. I think I may be a little out of it today.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:32 pm
zfatal Jasmine (who, how the hell could Jareth recognize? ...<< Oh yeah. She just raffled down a building....) turned to analyze Jareth critically and instantly. He seemed to be... a sleazy cigarette addict. "The Agency? That's a very vague word," she replied. "And I severed my affiliation with the 'Agency' quite some time ago." Jasmine glanced at her watch... thirty seconds were up. Boom. BOOM! And a building was... gone. Along with everybody in it. Jasmine's hair flew forward, around her head, scattered with debris. ((Note: Thirty seconds unaccounted for in Claire, London, and Trist's department. Plenty of time to have taken a motorcycle away or such.)) ((She blows up every building she comes to xDDD))  Once upon a time....
Jareth watched in awe as the casino blew up sky high! He whistled sharply while being slightly distracted from the explosion. "Oh sorry I love explosions...but anyway," He spoke in a casual manner, "They just told me to bring you there for a talk." The crimson haired man was actually telling the truth. The Agency wanted to mainly speak to Jasmine about possibly working on a last mission for them...but not alone.....
London drove down the turnpike at speeds that would probably send him to jail. He felt the painful stinging tears in his eyes as he listened to the new on the radio. Int he back seat of his sports car was a half burnt up bomber jacket...with the letters 'eth' still visible. The blonde shifted gears as he continued down the turnpike.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:05 pm
(( ... I donno. Is everyone corrupt? ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:40 pm
((I'm sure there are more people in the police who are more corrupt that you think...which is unfortunate IRL, but great for an RP plot! =D ))
"Alright then" Tony said and followed Sami to the car.
Anthony changed the tv until it got to the reader channel. "There" he said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:47 pm
((Ahur, no. I do not think said warden is hot. Only dragons are omnisexually pleasing.))
((Oh, the explosion would be on the news.))
((Stupid, idiotic, and useless, maybe, but as for morally corrupt, you might need a little more proof before you declare that statement, Prince.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:50 pm
Laura eventually made it back to the mafia building, wiped out. She passed Lawliet without saying a word and flopped onto one of the sofa's in the waiting room and instantly fell asleep.
"Wow..." Lawliet muttered. "Back already. I'm impressed..." Lawliet watched her as she slept.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:53 pm
"The Agency knows how to contact me if they want to," Jasmine said bluntly. "But I won't go to them. Oh, no-" she said exaggeratedly, "I will not go to them. I'm through with those... with the Agency."
And then, as if she had done nothing wrong in the world, Jasmine turned and began to walk away.
~
Claire was still holding on for dear life.
~
When news reached the television in Beans' ICU lodgings, featuring the Borgata's destruction, he entered cardiac arrest.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:53 pm
((derp))
((Oh no! Someone save Beans!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:55 pm
((Derp? As in, the South Park character, or the Drug Effectiveness Review Project?))
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