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 Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 3:59 pm
An RP for a high school that teaches Mafia Skills (it's mostly just a high school so act like you would at school, but with an interesting Mafia twist!)
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 4:02 pm
*An interesting looking girl in a black trenchcoat, black pants and a red shirt on walks through the door* Umm... am I early? *she looks around, as she doesn't see anyone, she takes a seat near the window, lights a cigarette and flips open her jacket, which reveals a Mamba 12g*
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 9:35 pm
*slinks past in a large overcoat carrying books and muttering under her breath who the next victim is going to be....under her belt a large hunting gun i shining..*
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 4:04 pm
*looks at the new girl who has just walked in and reaches down in her ankle strap for her knife just to be safe* So who are you? *she asks pretending she's scratching her ankle*
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 5:08 pm
finally i made it :she walks into the school, gun ready if needed and knives underneath her pants: So, wonder what kinda stuff i'll be learning here :walks around and wonders who her victims will one day be: twisted
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 8:00 pm
*she get's up and walks off* I'm sick of trying to play nice... *flips back her jacket so you can read the print on her shirt "Does not Play well with others" in bold black lettering and comes close to running into Sakura*
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 8:36 am
Empress_of_Time *she get's up and walks off* I'm sick of trying to play nice... *flips back her jacket so you can read the print on her shirt "Does not Play well with others" in bold black lettering and comes close to running into Sakura* sakura hears the footstps of someone moving rapidly, so she grabs her gun and slowly turns around with her revolver right up against her new enemy's neck "now what was that all about"
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 4:55 pm
::walks in just when things are almost to the boiling point:: What's going on in here? You could cut the tension with a knife! ::runs his fingers through his hair with one hand and straightens his overcoat with the other, a familiar gesture to anyone who has done "work" as checking to make sure all his "surprises" are in place::
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 1:25 pm
*feels the gun against her neck and whips out her 45mm that no one has seen out of her chest pocket* Wouldn't you like to know? *she then see's Knight and see's his slick move* Keep your hands where they are buddy *and pulls out another gun from her jacket and points it at him*
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 2:04 pm
*Walks in the room and freezes* Bad time, I guess. *Turns and leaves*
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 6:41 pm
Not so fast! Lead... Ya I know who you are... and I'm not afraid of you either *not having any free hands she can't point a gun at him, but glares at him through flaming eyes*
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 6:52 pm
*Gives Capallera a curious.* So, you claim to have heard of my work. Now if you heard the true stories about me, you would be afraid. But I have no quarrel with you so no worries. *Turns on his heel, and takes a drink of his liquor flask. Half turns around and holds up the flask* You guys have to try this stuff, straight from the Carribean. It emptied out my pockets of change, but it was worth it. *Puts the flask away and continues out the doorway.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 8:22 pm
*gets bored....* goes from this> biggrin smile confused neutral sad evil twisted
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:26 am
Look... I don't know about you... but I'm all up for skipping classes... *puts down her guns and walks out of the building* You coming? *she looks back at the rest of them*
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 6:21 am
-Angel walks in, sporting a leather jacket that concealed all of her guns and knives.- Wow, I think you guys are skipping class...and I heard a guy named Lead had some of the good stuff from the Caribbean...anybody know where he went?
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