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Post by magenta on Sept 7, 2006 17:08:35 GMT -5
Hi. My name is Magenta, and I'm a killer. Okay, more of an accomplice, but whatever. Remember, admitting you have a problem is the first step.
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Zed
- Masterful Virgin -
Did I mention my beautiful dagger?
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Post by Zed on Sept 9, 2006 6:54:58 GMT -5
*walks in* "I don't have a problem. It's more of an addiction. Plus it's my job to kill people so it's not really my problem, more everyone else's. Especially the people I kill. The like, die. I hope."
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Post by River on Sept 10, 2006 9:38:20 GMT -5
*River sits on a table and shrugs.* "I killed people and Reavers....and I swallowed a bug once."
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Post by Raoul on Sept 10, 2006 15:01:10 GMT -5
*Enters.* Um... I'm representing a friend.
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Post by Sydney on Sept 10, 2006 15:45:52 GMT -5
Sydney walked an and eyed every one suspiciously. She heard then talking about killing...Yes. she thought. Something of my department
"Yea...I'm a killer" she said casually. "Ey. Anyone got a job for me to pull? I did one but it was only a single. I'm looking for doubles or even triples? Anyone?"
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Post by River on Sept 11, 2006 4:09:45 GMT -5
*River looked at the redhead and shrugged. She then looks at Raoul and starts to giggle.* Hangman, it's not your fault commit this to memory the bright ideas always get lost along the way
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Post by Demiselle on Sept 23, 2006 21:13:27 GMT -5
Demiselle stalked in, eyebrows raised slightly. Was everyone in this room an assassin? Her eyes narrowed as she saw the Vicomte de Chagny. Obviously not.
"I take it then, this group is for petty murderers as well, n'est pas?"
She shrugged and sat gracefully next to River.
"I am an Irish assassin. I kill marks. I have no problems with it, I do not need therapy, and I don't want someone to cry with."
She stared around the room.
"Now, if that's clear, let's begin. I'm looking for a partner. The Phantom has given me access to the Opera House; I may go anywhere with his blessing."
Her eyes narrowed.
"That means, ladies and gentlemen, that if you're with me, you probably won't die. Not by his hand, anyway."
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Post by Sydney on Sept 23, 2006 21:54:11 GMT -5
Sydney silently listened to the attractive blonde's speech without even looking at her. She nonchalantly took out a post it small piece of paper and scribbled down her dorm room number, her name, and the location where they would meet. Room #47...Sydney Bristow...Cafe down the street.
Sydney folded the piece of paper and casually dropped it on the blonde's lap as she left the room.
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Post by Sir Percy on Sept 23, 2006 21:56:16 GMT -5
((You are the bomb. Really. Let me finish smecksing Giry and I'll be right over))
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Post by Sydney on Sept 23, 2006 21:57:48 GMT -5
((XD Hahaha!))
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Post by Demiselle on Sept 23, 2006 22:10:41 GMT -5
Having finished speaking, Demiselle slipped the note into her glove, nodded to all and sundry, and walked out, heading to the address on the scrap of paper.
((Shall I make a new thread? Outside the Opera?))
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Post by Sydney on Sept 23, 2006 22:11:25 GMT -5
((Yes, please! )
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Post by Demiselle on Sept 23, 2006 22:12:34 GMT -5
((To the thread, then! It'll just be called "The Cafe Down the Street"))
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Post by Sydney on Sept 23, 2006 22:13:38 GMT -5
((Thanks~ I'll be there!))
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Post by River on Sept 24, 2006 4:20:44 GMT -5
*River stared at the pretty ladies who were talking about murder and such and decides to stalk them since Shadi has disappeared and she has nothing better to do. She quietly skips out of the room and follows them.*
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