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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 20:54:11 GMT -5
"Okay, I guess you don't want to know how Is's doing." She shrugged, picking up her duffle bag.
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 21:00:37 GMT -5
Rave paused, maybe he regretted the hair arsed monkey. He grabbed her by the belt loop, reflexes still like lightening. "Is who?"
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 21:05:13 GMT -5
"Izabella Grimassi-Brujah. Your former business partner?"
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 21:15:20 GMT -5
He turned her to face him, knife know drawn, pressed to her cheek. "Say what you'd got to say kid, or I'll go in your head and fetch it for myself."
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 21:17:30 GMT -5
"She's missing." 5 put it on the line. "My Mom's missing and the only clue I have is a text on my crackberry saying, find the old man."
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 21:23:21 GMT -5
Mom? What the fuck? He let her go, eyes dark. Rave wandered back into the house, half expecting her to follow, muttering something about bloody women, and how they should leave him alone because then he could get bloody old in bloody pease.
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 21:25:59 GMT -5
She followed him in, having plenty of forewarning with what Rave was like. Iz talked about him a lot; about their old life. Tossing Iz's security tags at him, she nodded, "Iz was planning a trip here in the spring."
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 21:31:11 GMT -5
"Shes been plannign a trip here since the day she bloody left." He caught the tags, turning them over in his hands gently, then placing them on the kitchen counter. "And that girl could get lost in her own bathroom she'll be back, kid."
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