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Post by D on May 11, 2007 17:30:16 GMT -5
Jillian didn't answer. "Samaritan, my ass." She muttered.
It didn't take too long to get to get to the man's stop, and in her mind she was still afraid. Even if this was the mans stop, she knew that anything could happen. She knew that he could still kill her, bring her with him, or do something worse. Jillian sat there and stared at her steering wheel. If there was a real God where was he? And why did he let her get into this situation? She hoped that the gospels were true, because it seemed like God wasn't going to be the one to save her. It seemed like she was going to have to look death in the eye.
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Post by B on May 11, 2007 17:37:54 GMT -5
The man tipped his hat to her again. "Thank you much ma'am..." He said then opened the door after taking his seat belt off. "Wait right here..." He said and went out then to the gas tank. He took a long inhale from his cig then looked into it. He could so easily just knock his cig into the hole and make this car nothing. He flicked it as an ashe fell to the ground. He went to the driver's side and opened the door. "If you would please leave your vehicle.." He asked, or more commanded.
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Post by D on May 11, 2007 18:00:24 GMT -5
"BS...BS...BS..." She muttered under her breath as he came back. "God so help me now..."
She waited a few more minnutes after he had told her to get out of her car, and then she finally got out. She wasn't very patient, but God didn't save her, so screw waiting. Jillian closed her door, and by habit, pressed the lock button on her remote. The sedan blinked a few times and sounded its horn twice. That meant that it was locked, but she didn't really care. Getting it stolen was the least of her concerns.
...Damnit.
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Post by B on May 11, 2007 18:05:36 GMT -5
The man began walking forward then stopped, he made sure she was as far from the car as well. He inhaled again then flicked the cigarrette. He then grabbed the girl and dropped the ground as the cig went straight into the gas tank and it made short work of the car. The man stood up again and took out another cigarette then lit it. 'That'll give her a good walk before she could tell the police, also buy me some time.' He thought to himself. Having the police here was part of his plan anyways. He tipped his hat. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. He just began walking towards the building, not even checking for her.
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Post by D on May 11, 2007 18:14:29 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as her car exploded in front of her. Shiet, she thought. Jay had given her that car for Christmas, and now it was just a large piece of heaping metal. So much for having a luxury car. She got up from the ground, and turned to see him walk away. When she knew that he wasn't going to turn back, she took out the cell phone from earlier.
"Hello?" She asked. The operator was still on the line and she sighed in relief. "15th and Davidson...I'm sure you heard what has happened..." As she talked, she walked away from the building.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 11, 2007 21:32:05 GMT -5
"Huge fire on 4th street..." "Witnesses say a green high-end sedan was involved..." "A man and a woman..." "In front of the empty lot Stonehenge Concrete had been developing..." John became more and more paranoid with each news report... and more and more on cloud nine. Per each over-make-upped blond behind a desk, a line was sniffed down with a vengeance. "Oh God..." He said as the burning came and knocked him back into the chair, "To think this was put into soda..." A cloud of smoke rolled into the office as an employee waltzed it. "Boss, we're down almost 16 ounces... any idea what happened?" "Uhh.. no... you two get back to uhhhh... work?!" "You okay?" "Shoor..." "Really... you okay man?" John's head smashed against the keyboard, and wasn't lifted up. The medics arrived shortly to find him on the street two blocks down.
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Post by V on May 13, 2007 1:33:06 GMT -5
Ayami had just returned home, unaware of all the events that had taken place. No notice of hijackings or exploding cars either. But before she settle herself, her phone rang. "Hello?" She answered. It was a person from the city's SPCA. "A cobra? That's not possible, cobras don't live around here. It could be a--Yes...Yes, i understand I could lose my...Fine! I'll go check it out. 15th and Davidson, got it." She slammed the reciver back into the base, and went for her coat. "Stupid crank callers ruining my evening." She muttered, before leaving.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 13, 2007 1:51:53 GMT -5
beep... beep... beep "Ah crap... I can't feel my head... what the hell happened?" No one was there to greet him. He looked around. the walls were eggshell from floor to ceiling, with a tiny T.V. mounted on the wal opposite him. Wheel Of Fortune was on. A middle-aged man with an arm and a leg was in traction was watching it. "I must've-" his thought to himself trailed off as he fall back to a semi-unconscious state. (uber day dream)
"Catch Dad, catch!" "I got it, Little Man!" a "tink" sounded as the bat swung at the tee-ball, landing a solid smack. It was a hot summer day, and they were all outside playing, except for Kimberly, who was at 10 months, sitting under an umbrella with Becky. Patty-cake was today's goal for them. "Mr. Johnathan Wimbleton? Mr. Wimbleton?"
He drifted back to consciousness. A heavyset doctor scuffled in, almost waddled to the bed, and checked vitals. "You're a lucky man, Mr Wimbleton. We had no idea what you were on, so it was a complete guess." "Where are my clothes?" "right here, sir." they were nicely folded and draped over a chair. "May i see my jacket? I need something." "Right away, sir." I took out my wallet and a bag of white powder.. "No one has to know what I was on, do they?" Accepting the bribe, he scuttled back a bit. "you were just bitten by something." "May I leave?" took out some crystalline substance, and handed the baggie to him. "Sure you can. I don't know who signed the release form, but I guess you're free."Sugar can do wonders.
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Post by B on May 21, 2007 2:35:42 GMT -5
The man had left the street after the car exploded. The sound of sirens weren't far off. The man had slipped around the building which was told to have been owned by the man he was searching for, but he needed more proof. The man hid in the shadows next to the entrance to the building and watched as the police screeched to a stop to inspect the burning wreck. Upon getting an "anonymous" call, the men had a full warrant to check the premesis and knocked on the door. An elderly man came to greet him, he was dressed like a buisnessman. "Hello, how can I help you?" The elderly man said. The police asked who he was and what the building was used for. The man said that it was a freezer warehouse for storing and making their own brand of ice cream, the elderly man was appearantly the owner. Within less than a half an hour the cops left, satisfied and cursing the prank call from the lady. The man in the shadows knew that everything that was inside the building was just a cover-up for what they really do. The man sat comfortably and continued to bide his time for over an hour when a few ambulances came to take a passed out man away. The old man was the only person to come out and see the man off to the hospital. The elderly male went to enter the building when the man in the shadows grabbed him and with some chlorophome(sp?) knocked the man out. A good 3 hours passed and the old man awakened, he was chained tightly against a metal grating and it was impossible to move. The old man had no idea where he was. The man who had taken him walked up and smiled, his hat veiling half his face. "Hello Harold..." He said calmly. "I have a few questions to ask, I know the answer but I feel a second opinion is best." The smirk was easily seen. Harold was breathing rapidly and was deadly afraid. "Now then.." The male's voice spoke up. "I know that warehouse is really run by Johnathan Wimbleton, am I correct?" He asked then quickly added, "Oh, and each incorrect answer I will take away half your hearing and seeing senses. You have four chances.." The old man quickly spoke up. "N-no! It's m-my warehouse!" The man lit a cigarrette and slowly inhaled then calmly walked over to the old man who seems to have urinated on himself. The man placed his hand over the old man's head and rubbed it then rubbed his hand slowly downward to the elder's right eye then forced it open. Taking the death stick he had previously lit, he shoved the burning thing straight into the man's eye. He yelped loudly but there was nobody to hear. The man knew that wasn't enough to stop his sense of sight but wanted the old man to feel some pain before he did the real deal. The dark male took out a knife and smirked even wider, his hand still placed firmly on the old man's painful eye. He then shoved his knife into the eye and gouged it out. "I'm going to ask again.. That warehouse is run by Johnathan Wimbleton, isn't it?" He asked calmly, his bloody glove rubbing across the weeping man's head to his other eye. "NO!!!!" The old man yelped out of pain. Not giving any chances the man shoved the knife into the man's other eye and gouged that one out as well. "Your ears are next..." He said calmly, knowing that his voice could be heard over the old man's screams. "YES HE DOES!!" The man cried, finally giving in. "Last question..." The man said calmly. "What exactly does Mr. Wimbleton do there?" The old man was crying but it was impossible to distinguish blood from tears. "ICE CREAM!!" He yelled again. The man shook his head and with a clean swipe, the old man's ear fell off. "DRUGS! MURDER! GANG!!!!!!!" The old man yelped as loud as he could before passing out. The man took off his gloves and put them in a plastic bag. He then took out his cellphone and dialed 911. With a voice modifier he was able to feign a female voice. "Hello!? My uncle! He's hurt!" He cried in a voice unlike his own. "He's in the alley behind the abandoned theaters at the corners of Maple and Green! Please! Hurry!!" He yelled. He then feigned a scream and threw his phone to the ground. He picked up the peices and placed them into the plastic bag and placed that into his coat pocket. Maple and Green wasn't far from the werehouse, probably a 10 minute walk. "You will now be half deaf and fully blind, you should learn that the truth will set you free." He mumbled then left the area and went near his target point and found another point in the shadows to inspect the warehouse from a far angle.
(Sorry for it being so long.)
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