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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 4:11 am
 εїз Annalise Romero, Gentern Apprentice εїз
Why oh why are my genetics such a b***h?!
◤Annalise was starving! It was lunch time and she arose from her desk, gently slipping a weight on top of her report and began heading to the elevator. Someone hadn't shown up in the last few days, a girl named Gracie with bright red hair. Annalise always thought she was smart. But now...now, she was missing.
Annalise shuddered as she exited the elevator and began heading to the restaurant in the city. The thought of passing the alleyways frightened her.◢
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 11:50 pm
 ￥ αятнuя вяαss тнє sєcяιтαяy ￥
"Its g-getting harder a-and harder t-to keep them s-seperated...-I m-mean, wh-who doesn't w-want to k-kill their c-co workers?!"
He smiled as he clocked back in from his 'lunch break' and gave a friendly wave to Miss Cranberry as he whistled down the hallway. He'd have to come back for Keith much much later. Perhaps...when the love birds weren't suspecting it. Hahahaha!』
"N-not that t-the thought h-has c-crossed m-my mind!...O-or d-does i-it...? "
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:43 pm
Pavi Largo smoothed down some wrinkled skin around one of his metal hooks and opened the doors, allowing them to fling back and frame him and his brand new leather trousers he had recieved just that morning.
"Voila!"
He announced and strutted in, smiling benignly to all present.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:35 pm
My name is Avril Moore...Avril walked down the hall towards the printer with the latest batch of fancy skin advertisement plans. Being an old and picky man, the printer had wanted her to redo the layouts for nearly all of what she had shown him last week.
That really made her want to slice him open and run him through the press but that would just mean more trouble for her. For one thing very few people knew about her 'other job', and of course she really didn't need to piss off Amber. Her 'contract' was with Rotti but Amber had laid claim to it when she rose to power. Amber gave her the tricky assignments or sometimes just let the Head Organ Accountant do the assigning when she was feeling lazy... big surprise there. Amber was still known to party a lil too hardy with various sins of choice. Avril minded her business and so far it had worked keeping things 'cordial' with her new Boss.
Getting her mind back to the business at hand, Avril rolled out her redone prints. "I trust these will be to your satisfaction now." She nearly growled, surprising herself and the old man. Deciding to take a bold step, she purposely lowered her tinted glasses down a little and shot him a glance making her tatical eyes zoom in and scan him. He nearly fell off his stool in shock.
Mission accomplished. With that she turned around with a flourish and strolled out.
'Hmm I think I shall take a breath of air on the veranda...' she thought to herself. ...My art is stained with blood
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 1:26 am
((Madame Wallace....ever thought of ENTERING the cos-play arena? I must say, that is quite SPOT ON for all the items gaia has to offer. I am in awe and thinking of snatching it myself...though in a different color. biggrin heart ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 2:31 pm
Someone's gonna hang if I don't get my C O F F E E !!Another dreary day in the dead city.
Luigi leaned back in his office chair, feet kicked up on his desk with his hands folded behind his head.
It was rare that the eldest Largo found time to sit and think, and even rarer that he hadn't killed someone for it.
No, today's body count was still sitting at an eerie zero.
So far.
The day had just begun, after all.
Someone would more than likely get a vein opened up for something or other.
He took a drag of the cigar that sat between his gloved fingers, exhaling a large cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.
Any moment now a signal for a repossession would come through and Luigi would have to go back to work.
But for now, he'd just sit here and enjoy his cigar.
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Angels Fell First Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:33 pm
...And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife...
Addicted to the knife...Amber stared at the photos the informant had handed her. Her expression grew steadily darker and darker as she flipped from one image to the next. Finally, looking up at the man, she slammed the images down on the desk.
So the little b***h was still alive, was she? Of course she was. Never count on Luigi and Pavi to do ANYTHING right.
She swallowed, trying to maintain her control.
"Get. My. Brothers. In. Here. NOW".
Her words were said through gritted teeth, her eyes dark.
Her eyes moved back to the images as the man hurried from the room, no doubt wanting to get her what she asked for before HE got an early grave.
There, in the images, was Arthur...talking with the man he'd repo'd that very afternoon...another man that Amber had no interest in at all, and the redhead she'd had taken out over a week ago...Or...THOUGHT she'd had taken out, anyway... And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony...
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:18 pm
Natalie Hansen stood before th locked doors of GENEco, nervous for the day to come. Not too long ago her friend and fellow Gentern Rachel was murdered for bumping into Luigi Largo, and Natalie being herself, wasn't as graceful as she had hoped she would be. But she would make do and try her best. It was either that or be killed.
She adjusted her short white dress that reached not even to her knees, pulled her red plastic mask down a bit over her eyes, and punched in the lock numbers to enter her some-day doom. The door unlocked and she opened it all the way and walked in. She closed the heavy metal door behind her and looked forward.
Other Genterns rushed around working, some caring paper work, some dashing to please the Largo family. What exactly they were doing- Natalie didn't know. She pulled a strand of dark hair behind her ear and walked to the counter. "Hello Miss Cranberry!" She chirped with fake happiness. " Does any of the Largos need anything?" Miss Cranberry shook her head, " Not that I have been informed."
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 5:30 pm
Zearo looked up at the great building of GENEco "there it is" he said calmly "corruption at its second best....i can belive i am doing this...why dont i just gave rob?" he said walking to the door and opening it. his tail flicked and he cringed "here we go" he then stood behind the front desk "i am here looking for a job" he said to the woman on the other side of the desk
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