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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 20:50:56 GMT -5
An officer escorted Dixie into t'e room cuffing 'er to t'e chair as a precaution' Brass sat at t'e table { So you think you can just shoot m'friends and get 'way with it 'eh? I think not} t'e captains vocals spoke harshly to t'e girl'
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 20:53:02 GMT -5
italian vocals shouted at him pulling 'gainst the cuffs* i didnt shoot at ur "officers" in fact they'd be dead if it wsant for me!
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 20:55:19 GMT -5
{ Somehow I doubt that} vocals were cold 'e slid a cellphone to 'er { Call you little Tex and tell 'im that you are going to meet 'im at this adress in an hour'} 'e slid 'er a piece of paper
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 20:56:15 GMT -5
when hxll freezes over* she shoves it back at him. *ask nick and greg urself, i helped them *
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 20:57:38 GMT -5
{ Nick is in a coma dying and Greg is in critical condition!} 'e shoved t'e phone back at 'er { Your help didn help them very much} cold voids stared at 'er
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 20:59:17 GMT -5
stares at the ground stubbornly, not about to even touch the phone
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 21:00:35 GMT -5
'e got up picking up t'e phine dialing Tex's number 'e waited
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 21:01:05 GMT -5
(tex picks up, talking in a low tone*hello?*)
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 21:02:39 GMT -5
{ We've got your girl Tex, you better get your filthy mobster self downtown before your girl gets a one way ticket to deathrow} 'e spoke coldly
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 21:03:52 GMT -5
there was a pause on the phone, he didnt respond.....
dixies eyes widen and she bites her lip
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 21:05:49 GMT -5
{ Well Tex what d you say?} vocals spoke
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 21:07:39 GMT -5
the phone hung up and tex talked to the guys, phone calls were made across the country.as people started comin' to tex's help, slowly a small army like group was being gathered
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 21:09:11 GMT -5
Brass hung up { Take 'er to high security cell } 'e told t'e officer who led 'er to a solitary cell with no windows and just t'e one door
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Post by dixie on May 30, 2006 21:10:03 GMT -5
grumbles pacing, she hollars back at him*ur gonna regret this*
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 30, 2006 21:10:55 GMT -5
{ Shut up} t'e door was slammed and locked
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Post by dixie on May 31, 2006 11:38:45 GMT -5
she grumbles and paces, she takes her pager from her belt and pages tex showing her location. then she thinks of a distraction,her face brightens, she starts screamin' bloody murder
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 31, 2006 14:03:28 GMT -5
t'e guard opened t'e door angrily shouting at 'er { Shut up!}
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Post by dixie on May 31, 2006 14:59:50 GMT -5
she kicks him flying outa the cell as if it were on fire
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 31, 2006 15:01:22 GMT -5
't'e guards bod slammed 'gainst t'e wall laying motionless
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Post by dixie on May 31, 2006 15:03:57 GMT -5
works on getting her rather small hands from the cuffs and runs down the hallways looking for a door out
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