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Post by dixie on May 21, 2006 16:06:46 GMT -5
she walks in w/ her one suitcase ready to start over. Looking through some pictures she sets them aside and unpacks her bag, looking out the window she rubs the small scar on her shoulder, sighs and walks outside sitting on a bench
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Post by dixie on May 22, 2006 17:33:54 GMT -5
she walks back in kicking her shoes behind the door sits down on the couch, looking through some papers she picks up her phone looking out the window, listening to the caller on the other end she solemnly hangs up the phone and paces the room
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Post by dixie on May 22, 2006 18:20:47 GMT -5
walks outside the appartment rubbing her arms she goes up into her appartment, opening the closet she looks at the junk tex was keeping there, she takes out the knife giving her her"tatoo" of a star and kicks it, grabs a sweatshirt and closes the closet
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Post by dixie on May 22, 2006 18:33:54 GMT -5
she tries to take a nap but seemed too nervous she opens the closet and throws the bag of homemade weapons out the window but hears a crash, and her eyes widen, she hurries downstairs and sees it hit a window, mutters under her breath knowing the cops would b there soon, she hurries outside barefoot still stepping over the glass shards and grabbing the bag, her feet bleeding some now, she wipes them off on the carpet by the appartment complex door and hurries inside
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Post by dixie on May 23, 2006 15:35:21 GMT -5
she walks back in running her hands through her hair, she gets a phone call and goes pale again, hangs up and walks outside waiting at the corner of the apartment building as a white limo pulls up she puts on a fake smile acting happy to see the tall broad man that came out. she hugs him politely like old friends then he starts talking sternly, he hands her the money and she gives him the bag tex told her to. she swallows but waits as his associate talks to him...
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Post by dixie on May 24, 2006 17:07:04 GMT -5
the small girl stands outside her appartment, looking at the broken glasss, then walks up to her appartment her arm still limp and broken and her face pretty bruised.she lays on the couch groaning
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Post by dixie on May 24, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
a gunshot goes off and she gets up quickly hurrying down the stairs the corvette stopped quickly, she gets in sighing as they drive to the resturaunt
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Post by dixie on May 25, 2006 17:09:31 GMT -5
she lays on the couch curling up crying silently wanting nothing more than to dissapear, then realizing her action she gets up, she was no wuss. she gets her jogging clothes on and walks down onto the sidewalk jogging down near the road
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Post by dixie on May 27, 2006 17:59:04 GMT -5
tex and his squad carry nick in tossing him on the couch they kick back relaxing as dixie walks in she sees everything her eyes go wide*what in hills name makes u think u can stash away here!* her and tex go at it fighting and tlking in italian, he hits her and she falls over getting up her nose bleeds
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 27, 2006 18:03:28 GMT -5
' voids slowly opened as 'e groaned painfully' 'is broken shoulder throbbed painfully' 'is hand had been tied behind 'is back inspite of t'e sling' bod struggled painfully trying to get free' 'e tried to kick out but t'e ropes 'round 'is ankles and knees dug into 'is skin' 'e spat on one of t'e nearby thugs { You Asshxle! Let m'go} vocals snarl |
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Post by dixie on May 27, 2006 18:05:43 GMT -5
they laugh most of them having drunk beforehand, dixie paces, greattt not again tex, he laughs and looks at nick, do u know him dixie, she shakes her head, he kicks the couch this is nick the sci memer...
dixies mouth hangs open, u took a ccsi member hostage?! ur crazy
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 27, 2006 18:07:56 GMT -5
' 'e snarled angrily' 'e jerked forward sptting on Tex's face' { Bxstxrd} vocals snarl angrily as 'e pulled at t'e ropes that held 'im' bod wriggled within t'e ropes painfully' |
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Post by dixie on May 27, 2006 18:12:25 GMT -5
tex yells to shut him up and they gag him tightly he grabs dixie and throws her against the wall*u tell anyone and ull end up like mom and dad*
dixie-she swallows and hits the wall putting a hole in it
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 27, 2006 18:14:44 GMT -5
'crania jerked sideways as 'e was gagged' 'e glared at tex recognizing 'im from t'e drug bust' 'bod struggled violently in t'e ropes as 'e managed to kick one of t'e thugs in t'e shins harshly as 'e tried to get free' gag kept 'im from talking as muffled breathing came from 'is mouth'
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Post by dixie on May 27, 2006 18:17:47 GMT -5
the guy falls over tex looks down at him realizing that nick recognized him, *remember me?* sly grin covers his face*ur gonna regret it now stokes*
dixie gets up*c'mon tex, let it go........someone could get hurt*
tex-the only one whos gonna get hurt is u unless u dont shut up
she looks at nick then at the floor the small girls frame shaking
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 27, 2006 18:19:55 GMT -5
'muffled angry snarl was audible from beneath t'e gag as 'e struggled in t'e ropes' muffled grunts came from 'im as 'e tried to break free'
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Post by Greg Sanders on May 27, 2006 18:21:29 GMT -5
'e birst through t'e door, with a couple other cops. Guns were raised. 'e had known where to go from t'e earlier evidence that 'e had been given
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Post by dixie on May 27, 2006 18:22:30 GMT -5
tex kicks him then sits there trying to figure out which of his plans he was going to use he takes out the bag of homemade weapons and dixie punches him knocking him over as his thugs grab her
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Post by Nick Stokes on May 27, 2006 18:24:18 GMT -5
'e groaned painfully as 'e was kicked' voids dulled painfully as t'e stitches in 'is side were ripped open by t'e kick' after a few moments blood became visible on 'is shirt' 'e gasped painfully' 'e heard t'e door burst open 'e tried to see what was going on
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Post by Greg Sanders on May 27, 2006 18:25:48 GMT -5
Some cops tols t'e thugs. 'Stop! Put your hands up! 'e kept 'is gaze on Nick, saying nothing, gun raised at t'e thugs
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