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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 19:43:22 GMT -5
Sydney casually left the table and entered room three before them...
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Post by sade on Nov 23, 2006 19:46:32 GMT -5
((I've kind of forgotten where you're going with this, but voyeurism is Teh No.))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 19:47:59 GMT -5
((XD She's going to wait in room three until you bring her in. Bella's going to think it's another...job...but Syd'll be there. She'll kick you out then have Bella go back to the opera at gun point.))
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Post by Indiana on Nov 23, 2006 19:51:56 GMT -5
((WesSEX will never get it on. -snicker- Must. Not. Be. High Schooler. Must. Be. Sophisctiated. -snort-))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 22:15:52 GMT -5
*Belladonna looked up at the man and summoned a smile, though she groaned inwardly* No more bruises or fractures, please... *She took him back to the rooms. Rooms 1 and 2 were occupied, but three had the door wide open and was quiet. She stepped inside...* ((Ok, I've decided she's wearing a different dress. This: But in blue. And no wings, obviously ;D HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 22:44:27 GMT -5
Sydney raised her Glock the second Belladonna entered the room with the man she had hired, "Don't move. Don't scream." She said with her gun aimed directly between her eyes.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 22:47:43 GMT -5
*Belladonna's eyes widened slightly with surprise, but apart from that her face remained impassive* What the hell are you doing here?
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 22:56:12 GMT -5
Sydney's face showed no emotion as well, "What the hell are you doing here?"
She glanced over at the man whom she had hired and odered him to leave and lock the door. When he had left the room, she tossed her a bag full of modest clothes and a brunette wig.
"Change and put that on."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 22:57:36 GMT -5
*Belladonna glared at her* No.
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:00:21 GMT -5
"Change and put the wig on," Sydney cocked the hammer on her Glock and repeated the order through her gritted teeth.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:02:12 GMT -5
*Belladonna crossed her arms, careful not to jar her wrist, and continued to glare icely at Sydney* Where are you going to going to take me?
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:04:48 GMT -5
"I don't think you're in any position to question my motives," Syd hissed as she tightened her grip on her Glock.
Syd eyed the bag then glanced back at Belladonna, "I'm not going to repeat myself."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:08:20 GMT -5
*Belladonna eyed the gun, then rolled her eyes ans sighed* Fine. *She grabbed the bag, changed, and then glared at Sydney again* I'm not wearing a wig. It will mess up my hair.
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:14:12 GMT -5
Sydney's eye twitched slightly with impatience but managed to speak calmly, "Do you know what happens when a .45 is shot into a person's head?" She looked clueless. "It blows a hole the size of a tenis ball where the bullet exits. Now, I suggest you put on that wig while your head is still intact."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:17:24 GMT -5
*Belladonna rolled her eyes and slammed the wig on her head*
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