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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:17 pm
Rose grinned and bent over. She kissed him softly on the mouth.. After a few smoldering seconds, she pulled away and smiled, " Get up, or I'll run away with one of the 'handsome' FBI agents."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 12:50 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire ((no, they're my niece and nephiew. I'm too young to have kids. I'm only 19)) ((Most arguably NOT true. It's all a matter of your mindset. Psychological issues. Besides, even WITH certain psychological issues (such as thinking there's a 'certain time' for children), my parents had me at twenty. Whereas, fifteen-year-olds can have kids. Though it isn't SAFE, it's, uh, doable.)) ((By the way, Danave is a hypocrite... ^_^. 'OH MY GOD TONY PUT A TOWEL ON!' 'WHAT, NOT COMFORTABLE ENOUGH WITH YOUR SEXUALITY TO BE NAKED?'))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 12:55 pm
Jasmine shrugged. "Go ahead, shoot me. You'll never know if there's a poison I haven't taken the antidote to already, in that syringe you so eagerly took. Claire will be fine, this I promise you."
The woman stood (if she was sitting-forgot) and walked toward the door. "If you're coming, hurry up and change. I'm on a schedule," she told him over her shoulder.
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Bubba dropped his RPG launcher and shouldered the second one, aiming. After a moment, he fired it into the hole in the wall he had just created. This would have to be done quickly, because police would soon arrive.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:03 pm
Anthony moaned and slowly pulled himself out of bed. "Fine...but you'll have to help me get dressed" he grumbled.
Giovanni called the bartender. He still didn't know Laura had a phone, though it was probably blown up by now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:58 pm
((Why are we talking about Eternal having kids again?))
Laura coughed from the flying dust, and watched as he started to destroy her house. She noticed her sword two feet away and grabbed it. "What the hell are you doing?!" She demanded.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:33 pm
((Mayhem thought I had kids and I said no they weren't and I was too young, and they said technically speaking I'm not))
((okay, I guess the correct answer is I'm not READY to have kids))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:20 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire ((Mayhem thought I had kids and I said no they weren't and I was too young, and they said technically speaking I'm not)) ((okay, I guess the correct answer is I'm not READY to have kids)) ((ILLUSIONS OF SELF-DOUBT BROUGHT ON BY THE POPULAR OPINION.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:30 pm
(( xd ))
Instead of answering, Bubba dropped the second RPG launcher and started towards Laura, carrying a long-handled sledgehammer. The heavy blunt head of the hammer was larger than Bubba's own head, counter-weighted by the long handle of reinforced metal and nylon plating and layers. The outermost layer was composed of a professional brown leather, with a finish of white enamel covering the otherwise-exposed metal sections, such as the rounded end of the pole opposite the head. Densely-packed leather wound tightly and around the pole-handle in a spiral formed an adequate and stylish grip for which the user could hold this, in no uncertain terms, physical weapon. Engraved on the very head, around a protruding tip of the shaft, were words in an African language--indecipherable, due to the over two hundred languages of Africa, primarily--with the shaft tip centered in the circle of them.
The actual head of the sledgehammer was also white, but it was not covered with enamel. The massive metallic head, which was capable of breaking through iron-enforced concrete pillars in one massive swing of Bubba's, had been soaked in a bleach-like chemical to give it a stainless white, bony appearance.
This weapon was longer and heavier than any sword, and far more than capable of breaking--if not blade, then the arm holding it--body and limb underneath the massive strength that gravity and centrifugal force gave it, with hardly a fraction of the effort on Bubba's part.
Laura would not be able to even get close to him, without having her skull cracked open. This was a feat far too easy, since the entire shaft could prove as adequate as a steel rod or cypress pole at blocking sword slashes. Strikes, loungers, and thrusts--using a sword in the style of a rapier, and not a katana--would be able to pass by the sledgehammer unaffected, although at the cost of the wielder being brained or having his or her neck snapped in the process.
((Yes! I am EVIL!!! twisted ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:34 pm
(( Yeah... I'm tempted to throw the sword into his forehead and be done with it... but that would be too easy >.> ...))
Laura jumped back. 'S***. Someone can actually use that?' She thought. She gripped her sword, thinking. She lowered herself to a darting defensive position and waited.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:00 pm
((Generally speaking, that doesn't work. Nine out of ten times you miss--leaving you with no weapon. Or, that's the general theory concerning weapons anyway.))
((Bubba: whips out a glock and pwns her a**. xd ))
Bubba stepped up and over the rubble, now towering like a dark shadow in the large entrance he had just created. Bubba's head swiveled left, then right, and he took the two-handed sledgehammer and thrust it right, before doing the same left--effectively smashing more of either side of the gaping hole, and making the entire room more unstable.
((Question: What room is she in, and what is its relation to other rooms. Such as, under another, next to any, a corner-room, et cetera.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:11 pm
((True... um... there is a hall, a way outside, another hall, and a main room... I guess... ))
Laura jumped back and ran through the hole, away from him. 'I can't get close. Even I'm not fast enough...'
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:48 pm
Bubba was quick to follow, rounding the corner--sledgehammer first--and smashing anything in his path. Which happened to be empty air and the next wall, unless Laura tried to surprise attack him after pretending to run away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 11:22 am
Vincent pulled down the hammer and spoke calmly, "You schedul can wait. From what I've been told by Iris, you remember her, she was the one that provided a sketch of you when you were shooting up a resturant, she reported that Claire is suffering from hypnosis. There's even talk of her going to a home. So tell me my pretty, how is she "fine"?"
Hell, if he shoots her now, it would be one hell of a story. Two bitter enemies dying in he end.
Rose sighed, "You can get dressed perfectly by yourself."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 12:22 pm
Jasmine nearly stumbled, at a particular part of Vincent's words. Regaining her balance, and straightening, the woman turned a shocked head towards the bed-ridden man. "M-my pretty?" she echoed.
Then, stared. "My pretty," she repeated again.
Jasmine began laughing hysterically, clutching her gut and falling to her knees on the floor.
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