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 Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 5:20 pm
Well, I guess that's good to hear. I didn't really wanna hurt you or anything.
*Crim sat up more and began moving her lower leg, testing out the healing job on her knee ligaments. Content with it, she crossed her legs and plucked up a smashed blade of grass, peeling it apart thread by thread in some sort of childish game.
Hearing Tika, however, Crim looked up to him with a charming feline grin, still peeling the grass apart as she gave a small mew, her tail waving hypnotically through the air*
Hiyahiya Tika! And new cars sound cool. I really like mine, though. OOOOH! OOH! GUESS WHAT! I learned how to work the radio!!!!
*With a squeal, she hopped on all fours for a moment, obviously in a playful mood and proud of her accomplishment*
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:47 pm
*She wakes up on the couch in the game room where she had fallen asleep. She rubs her eyes abit trying to wake up fully. She gets up form the couch and heads up the stairs going to her room. Once she reaches her room she opens the door and heads over to her bed. She gets teh remote and flips on the t.v going through the channels looking for something to watch.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 1:01 am
Dev was in the armory again, having become quite the recluse. Taking up several of the guns he placed them into different categories as he tried to get things into place. He tried several of the clips he found fitting them to shape and relative weight. This was a long process, however some one had to do it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 1:22 am
Tika clapped his hands together, rubbing them with a grin on his face. "I've made the calls. We now own one Rolls Royve Phantom manufactured last year, two Ford 19s, manufactured two years ago, and three Ford Broncos manufactured.... Well I dunno actually. Each will serve their purpose, once we collect them, and fix them up a little"
His excitement was all too clear, grin filling his face at the thought of modifying a bunch of new vehicles. it would cost a lot, but he had at least a tiny amount of his funds remaining, and the cash from the heist.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:43 am
Mael sat in his room, looking over the pictures. It was definatly his car at the GPD parking lot, and he sighed.
Removing a lighter from his pocket, he started burning each of the pictures, one by one.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 12:21 pm
The fire alarms went off instantly. As is the tradition with fire alarm systems, it added absolutely no effect to the situation other than to panic people further.
(( ~Joke post~
I wish I could remember the quote from the book I read more thoroughly, it was ******** awesomely worded xd ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 4:38 pm
Indignatly looks at the fire alarms and shoots the one in his room with a 5.56mm NATO round.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:38 pm
*She turns off her t.v. and gets up from the bed. She heads out of her bedroom and down the stairs then to the garage. She goes to her car unlocking it and getting inside. She heads out of garage and down the driveway heading through gates. Once on the road she goes toward durem.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:07 pm
*She pulls back up and through the gates. She drives up to the driveway and into the garage and parks her car. She gets out of the car taking out a bag with her. She headed up the stairs and continued out to her bedroom. Once there she opened the door and went inside closing the door behind her.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 2:48 pm
*With a stupid grin evident on her lips, Crim looked up to Oxy and blinked a few times with an aire of innocence that was far too common of the girl*
I have no idea what that means.
*Batting at her own tail playfully, the girl began running around in circles, obvously trying to catch the furry limb as it evaded her hands time and time again with it's little dance*
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 3:09 pm
With a grin of his own, Tika raised a tiny telekinetic barrier in front of Crim. It contained some elastic properties and would yield somewhat upon contact, rather than knocking her senseless.
"Do you want to drive, or be a passenger, Crim honey?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 3:13 pm
*Running into the barrier and then falling backwards on her rear with a heavy "oomph!", Crim sat on the ground for a moment, blinking in a confused fashion as she poked the barrier with a delicate finger, seemingly amazed by it. After a moment or so, she looked up to Oxy, a grin regenerating on her oddly beautiful features.*
Oooh! Me be passenger, yesyes?!
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 3:39 pm
"Sure."He smiled happily, giving her two thumbs up, then turned to Machina.
"So Makky, drive or passenger?"
Machina shot Tika a glare at hearing the crude nickname. This turned into a sly grin shortly after.
"I'll take the Rolls, man."
"Psh, I think not." Came Tika's swift reply. "You can take one of the Broncos, you like a good 4x4"
Turning to Crim once more, he blatantly ignored Machina, not giving the chance for a reply to made. "Now missy, whatsay we round up the members and go get our cars?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 3:47 pm
*Crim remained on her bum, seemingly contemplating the question as she watched a patch of dry grass waving at her in the wind. All of the sudden, though, she jumped up as if someone had prodded her a** with a needle and hopped from foot to foot, eventually standing still and giving a small salute and giggle*
Aye aye, captain! We'll round up those scurvy members, yaar.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 3:52 pm
Machina had pottered off in disdain, radiating quite blatant negative emotional waves.
"Avast! Soon we shall have a veritable armada worthy of..... Doing something vaguely pirate-like." Clearly his imagination was not at it's best at that moment. Tika gave a small look, akin to a child that has been told Santa Claus is not real, then he simply shrugged. "Er... Soddit. So all we have to do is drive the old cars to the dealership estate, sell them to the small car dealer, get the Broncos from him, and then go around the various 'big-name' dealers getting our brand cars."
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