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Post by *Gem* on Jun 24, 2009 17:22:01 GMT -5
She laughed, breathlessly, her head tipped back and her breathing laboured anyway. "I wasn't even dancing, I was visiting my mom.." She murmured quietly.
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Post by Bails on Jun 24, 2009 17:24:29 GMT -5
Lucy paused and nodded, "Please let me take you home."
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 24, 2009 17:30:17 GMT -5
That sounded like one of Lucy's better ideas, and Charity nodded softly. She didn't know if it was the drugs or the blood lose that was making her dizzy now, or the fact that her wrists cracked and stuck out at odd angles, ways they shouldn't be able to bend.
Of course, it was that moment that the cell door opened.
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Post by Bails on Jun 24, 2009 17:33:26 GMT -5
Lucy went on guard, eyes going gold and she was ready to fight.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 24, 2009 17:39:20 GMT -5
Four guards pressed into the small cell- and seeing two girls not one they weren't totally sure what was going. Still. Two guns lowered, one pointed at each of the girls.
"Who are you?" The bravest asked, lucy.
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Post by Bails on Jun 24, 2009 17:45:34 GMT -5
She smirked, "I've always wanted to say this: Your worst nightmare."
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 24, 2009 17:49:53 GMT -5
Charity gave a little laugh, until it turned into a cry as a bullet lodged itself in her shoulder.
"Shut it, animal."
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Post by Bails on Jun 24, 2009 18:13:18 GMT -5
Lucy lunged and ribbed out his throat. While she did it, she flung daggers hitting the other two in the chest. Thank you Grandpa.
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