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Husitka DUDE, I EARNED THAT MONEY

Joined: 03 Apr 2007 Posts: 636
Location: New York 3007, Major Gabriel Blade's apartment
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 6:39 pm Post subject: |
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Gabe heads for his apartment to have some rest before the meeting with Victoria. He takes a very hot shower, then, fresh and ready to go get some rest, he checks his guns and assures himself he still has Vic's wooden cross.
"That little werechick could be a useful source of information," he thinks while he's walking to his bedroom. "I'm pretty curious where she dug all that stuff on me..."
He crawls into his bed and for a while, he's trying to picture the meeting tomorrow, getting thus ready for all the different scenarios. He smiles then and relaxes.
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Verudellita WORKIN' MY OWN GIG

Joined: 04 Apr 2007 Posts: 148
Location: New York 3007
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:45 pm Post subject: |
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Victoria is sitting at the table. She is watching the breakfast attentively, her appetite is gone. She is pale, tired and maybe a little frightened. She does not like whole the situation. At all.
The maid comes. "My lady, you did not eat anything. You should..."
Victoria interrupts her: "Not hungry... call Marwin. I need to talk to her. Marwin, not Jake, puppy. Just to make you sure."
Maid looks offended. "I do whatever you tell me and nothing more."
"Sorry," smiles Victoria, "I should pay you more."
The maid smiles and leaves. Few moments later Marwin comes.
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The Marcus' soldier returns home quickly. He does not want to meet a fang in early morning. _________________
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Squeemister SHOTGUN SHUTS HIS CAKEHOLE

Joined: 03 May 2007 Posts: 200
Location: New York 3007
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 3:25 pm Post subject: |
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Cayne stared out her bedroom window, scanning the city below. The place felt different now that her life changed.
"Where could you be?" She traced her finger along the window, as if each place her finger touched was equally important.
Cayne lays down on the window seat and closes her eyes, regretfully falling into a dark sleep.
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