ooc Theres some thing really wrong with my computer it keeps giving me blue screens and turning off randomly. I’m sorry but I have to get off D:
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
Helga grumbled, rolling her eyes, “Maybe. What’s the address?”
Rourke was extremely anxious now and was talking rather fast. ”34567 Baker Street room 104 on the lower level of the building.”
Anon or not
No really mean anons though please
Please? I want this c:
“Commander, we need to discuss some things…”
-worried look- “Yes,what is it Lieutenant?.”
”We need to do something with the girl…”
“Yes we do…we have to try to get what we want one more time from that little Brat..”
”And what is your plan for her afterwards?”
“With what you told me about the dust it could be worth a fortune,so once we get what we want its time to sell it.”
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: Nothing Personal…
“I’ll be there soon…” She drove faster than she should have, but she didn’t care. After a short good bye she hung the phone up and flung it onto the passenger seat. In 20 minutes she reached Bakers St, swearing as she realized she hadn’t gotten an address from Rourke, she parked across from a block of house, picking up her phone and dialing again,
((Okies))
Rourke was waiting anxiously minute by minute second by second when he picked up his phone once more “You lost lieutenant?”
Nothing much right now…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio:…
I love it when I win.: dontdriponthecarvaggio: I love it when I win.: Nothing Personal…
I love it when I win.: Nothing Personal [@Rourke]
Helga walked out of Whitmores house. Her head held high and not…
She laughed lightly, switching her phone to her other ear and jamming it between her shoulder as she put the car in gear and pulled back out onto the road, “Of course, and this is the only gift from me you’re getting. Sorry I didn’t gift wrap it.” She turned off onto the main highway, rolling her shoulder slightly, “Where are you now?”
Rourke was full of satisfaction he now new he was going to be rich and powerful once more ”Oh I’m sure it won’t be the only gift,and at a small apartment I’m renting on baker street to keep cover…”
ooc Brb Dinner Time.