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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:46 pm
: razz ing smirked::
Now get down like a good boy...
::She reached behind her back with her free hand pulling her cuffs out::
And I promise I'll be gentile...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:52 pm
Slowly, Clavian knealt, hands behind his back, listening to the footsteps click nearer. The thought of escape did briefly cross his mind, followed by the even briefer glimpse of the future if he did try anything stupid, sudden, or both.
He didn't resist as the cuffs were locked round his wrists, but couldn't resist the temptation to ask:
"So what's a pretty little thing like you doing in a job like this?"
Something smacked him hard in the back of the head, he had a momentary close up of the gravel of the parking lot, and then the world went black.
((Sorry taken so long, one word; WORK))
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:59 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:33 am
:: a smirk crosses her face as more squad cars pull up, ping explains that he had a wepon, She lucked out and found one as she was planting another, and that she had to nutralize him, the officers picked him up dragging him to the car and roughly tossing him in, she looked back as csi was entering the lobby and she headed for her car. It was interigation time.::
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