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Post by dixie on Jun 10, 2006 18:39:38 GMT -5
dixie crawls out of the car she couldnt call 911 so she craws into the alley bleeding heavily she lays there hoping no one would find her
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 18:40:49 GMT -5
'e groaned painfully' bod slowly rose to sit up' 'e grimaced painfully' 'istemple dripped warm blood' 'e slowly got up not noticing Sara looking in through t'e small window of t'e door
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 18:41:34 GMT -5
s'e looked at 'im, then came in t'e cell, seeing if 'e would cooperate better this time'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 18:45:20 GMT -5
'is gaze turned to 'er' 'e frowned seeing 'er
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 18:47:32 GMT -5
s'e smiled. Good, your happy t'see me. s'e smirked. What are you going t'do? Try an' kill me? Nick?'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 18:48:35 GMT -5
{ Gladly} 'e frowned at 'er'e remained where 'e was thinking of how to elde 'er and get out of t'e cell
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 18:50:40 GMT -5
'Well, i'll just leave you be for awhile' s'e turned, t'e cops 'ad their guns pointed at 'im as s'e opened t'e door, then closed it, leaving
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 18:53:12 GMT -5
'e froned as 'e sat on t'e bed laying on it tiredly' 'e fell asleep
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 18:57:36 GMT -5
s'e came in as 'e was sleeping. 'Lets try this 'gain. s'e said loudly, waking 'im
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 18:59:01 GMT -5
'e growled angy at being disturbed 'e sat up slowly glaring at 'er 'e remained silent
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 19:00:23 GMT -5
'Oh, sorry, did I wake you?' s'e pulled up a chair, an' sat on it. 'Your a piece of work, Scoffield'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 19:02:02 GMT -5
'e frowned turning 'is side to 'er' { You...sound...like...m'father...} 'e growled angrily as voids flashed with pure hatred
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 19:03:18 GMT -5
s'e shrugged, smirking slightly at 'im. I'll sound like your father if I want'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 19:04:56 GMT -5
'e glared at 'er { What...you...want?} vocals ask coldly
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 19:05:46 GMT -5
'Answers' So, tell me about Dixie...
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 19:08:27 GMT -5
'e frowned { Leave...'er...'lone} vocals growl angrily
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Post by dixie on Jun 10, 2006 19:10:45 GMT -5
dixie still lays in the alleyway her clothes now covered in blood she groans and hides behind a dumpster fumbling to find the phone that shed left behind a while ago....
the thugs run in a tonnnn of them the open t
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 19:13:40 GMT -5
s'e backed 'way, letting them
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 10, 2006 19:15:45 GMT -5
'e smirked' t'e cuffs were released from 'is bod by 'is friends' 'e walked to Sara putting them on 'er 'e ripped part of Sara's shirt of 'e gagged 'er tightly { Night Night} 'e smirked hitting 'er o'er t'e head with a baton' 'e left with t'e thugs locking Sara in t'e cell as 'e left quickly unning to Dixies aid' 'e put preassure on 'er wounds softly
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Post by Sara Sidle on Jun 10, 2006 19:18:14 GMT -5
s'e fell to t'e ground unconcious'
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