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Post by cookthatshiz on Oct 15, 2007 0:37:35 GMT -4
[glow=red,1,0]"What? Whatcha mean you "suggest" that I get in contact with someone about Raven...? There ain't nothing wrong with... Oh sh*t..."[/glow]
It then hits him to what she's meaning. Damnnit.
[glow=red,1,0]"Don't you f**kin' touch Raven b***h.. You don't f**kin' touch my homie Raven.. I'll f**kin' kill you b***h... Don't you dare f**kin' think of doing anything to Raven... You stu-..."[/glow]
He's then cut off with..
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The Contact
Status Unknown
Yes. Karma DOES Exist.
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Post by The Contact on Oct 15, 2007 0:41:56 GMT -4
"Too late Mr. Crack. Too late. But, guess who's NEXT on the "list"?"
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Post by cookthatshiz on Oct 15, 2007 0:59:07 GMT -4
[glow=red,1,0]"Too late...? F**k... "[/glow]
He shook his head in disbelief. He could not believe his ears. Another one down. He wondered if the others even knew about this yet. But then he came back to reality when she asked him if he knew who was "next."
[glow=red,1,0]"Who...? Who's next...?"[/glow]
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The Trigger
Status Unknown
Go To 'Var? You Haff' Seen NOTHING Yet.
Posts: 29
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Post by The Trigger on Oct 15, 2007 1:59:02 GMT -4
With Jay Crack in his sights, he laughs to himself and shakes his head slightly. The Diazepam finally taking it's effects on the man. Relaxing his muscles, giving him a better aim with his gun. This way he isn't so fidgety with the gun and he can keep it straight on the target infront of him. Noticing that Jay appeared to be asking plenty of question, atleast that's what it looked like from reading his lips, he took that as his cue to act on his mission. He aimed the gun at Jay Crack, kept his eye on him in his scope, and proceeded in pulling the trigger several times....
"Goodbye Crack-man..."
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Post by cookthatshiz on Oct 15, 2007 2:04:29 GMT -4
[glow=red,1,0]"Who's next b***h?! Answer me!!!"[/glow]
And the next thing Jay knew, he was being filled with hot lead which caused the man to fall back against The Tower entrance doors. The bullets hitting the man known as Jay Crack laid against the entrance doors with five holes in his torso region. The cell phone hit the ground with a loud thud as he dropped it. Jay then began to slide down the doors of the Tower entrance until he was in a sitting and slumped over position on the ground. His eyes slowly closing as he now sat there on the ground. Blood leaking out of his body from the wounds now delivered to him. The sound of shrieking came from the people from within the building. Another man down...
END
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