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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:48 pm
((Thank you. I think I'll change it, though. Something more... ironic, tonight, I think.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:57 pm
((^_^
...wow. I'm not sure what to do anymore. I'm kind of at a--well, I'm not stuck with all my characters. Just at the point where I can't seem to propel them through the story.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:59 pm
((Lol. Me like.
Yeah. Same here. I hate when that happens... *sigh* ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:05 pm
((I'm such a roadblock, aren't I? wink ))
"Well, at least you're safe. We'll make sure you and your fiance will be placed under protection. Right now, would you be able to explain what your kidnapper looks like. We have a forensic sketch artist ready if you can" Arthur said to Clair.
"Oh...uh...well..." Anthony stuttured. He was still red.
"Oh, you need a place to stay?" Giovanni asked.
Tony just smiled. "Well, we could always go somewhere more...private" he said with a suggestive tone to Sami.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:06 pm
((Well, even so, chances are I can't post for a while. I still gotta wait for Tony and Sami which will take a loooooooooooooong time at the rate it's going. No offence... >.< ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:10 pm
((Nevermind. I just received an awesome brain-fart, and a plot-twist shall come shortly. Though, you won't recognize it for a ... a long time.))
Claire stared blankly at Arthur for a moment, as if in a far-off trance. Then she shook herself out of this daze. "Oh!"
After this interjection, Claire withdrew from a pocket of her jeans, a photograph of Jasmine. It was recent, as well. "She... gave me this," Claire said, with more than a hint of a confused tone coloring her voice.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:11 pm
((meh, I have a music audition on May 22nd for the course I want to do at university so I'm spending quite a few hours of the day practicing the songs I have to play for it, therefore until then, I'll probably only be on later at night and only for a couple hours until then. I won't be on every night either sorry. I'll try though))
Arthur took the picture. "So this is what she looks like?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:14 pm
A sharp lance of pain suddenly speared through Claire's head. Her body did not react to it, however, not even her eyes. She nodded, resisting the sudden and unnatural impulse to reply sarcastically. "Yes, and she had me take the picture. Only problem is, Sir... I have no clue why." On the back of the photograph, there was a message. It read: Written in invisible/lemon juice ink. I trust you know what to do, my love.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:14 pm
((That's understandable. whee Me love music! Especially beautiful music! *drifts off to internal fantasies* ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:15 pm
"Perhaps she wants to be seen all over the news or something" Arthur said, looking at the picture. He looked back at Clair, then to the back of the photograph.
((so would Arthur see it then?))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:18 pm
"well yeah i flew all the way here to work here..." she tried to keep her composure but it was hard on herself so she changed her seating position to a more lax state.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:18 pm
((Yes. The message tells him there is another message. And since the other message is invisible, Arthur knows it hasn't been tampered with or read.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:20 pm
"Well, we do have a guest room that you could use for the moment. As long as you keep up with the tasks you are given, you may use it" Giovanni said, folding his hands together. He noticed Vixis seemed fidgity.
Arthur read some small writing. "What?..." he asked, mainly to himself.
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