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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 16:55:27 GMT -5
Kat blinked. "...Right." >.> Well okay then, "Uh...can you blame him for thinking something happened though?" Because you know Kat would be pretty suspicious if that happened to her. Except that if Assassin came home with a ripped shirt and a hickey she'd probably assume he got attacked by Brianna before anything else. But I mean seriously
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -5
no...i can't...and i'm not mad at him it's just...we were already arguin' about me bein' alone in da med bay with kanello and i told him i'd be fine and i just...really don't think he trusts me dat much and i guess i can't blame him for dat either
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:06:05 GMT -5
Hey don't give her that look, SHE IS NOT A RELATIONSHIP ADVICE SORT OF PERSON, "Wellllll..." Okay um, "I dunno what to tell you, Hawk..." seriously~
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:08:08 GMT -5
<shrugs> i dunno either so it's ok...<shakes her head> i guess we're takin' a break...and i just wanna go home for a bit
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:17:15 GMT -5
"Then go home. There's not much to do around here anyways." Unless you were Kat, in which case there was far too much to do and you weren't getting any of it done. REGARDLESS.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:20:35 GMT -5
yeah ok...<aw hawk looks just all lost and stuff> it'd be good to see robyn and stuff...<stretches> i better try to find isaac though...maybe he'll wanna come too...
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:26:28 GMT -5
Kat shrugged, looking more annoyed that she couldn't find any chips to munch on, "Maybe."
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:29:26 GMT -5
<well hawk was pretty sure they didnt have a whole lot else to talk about> i'll see ya around i guess...
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:33:29 GMT -5
"Mhmm..." Bahh, did this mean she had to go back downstairs? BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT TOO.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:34:41 GMT -5
<annnd hawk walked outta the kitchen so she could go drop of her sandwiches and then try to find assassin pfft good luck and then pack>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:40:49 GMT -5
Pfffft, Hawk would need like a week's worth of preparation, and an entire crew to hunt down Assassin, seriously.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:44:06 GMT -5
<hawk's gonna take the easy way and try callin' him first SEE WHAT THAT DOES!?>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 17:49:01 GMT -5
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN
well that's a smart idea Hawk, why hasn't anyone tried that before?
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Post by Assassin on Oct 11, 2009 17:55:13 GMT -5
Assassin had, luckily or unluckily, just returned to the base and was still in the garage, wiping down the car he had just pulled in when he heard his com link go off. He knelt down from the car to rummage through the bag he had and pulled out the device, hitting a button to talk. "Yes?"
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 17:59:40 GMT -5
<score for hawk hooray> isaac...i had a fight with nick and i'm gonna go home to aldria...wanna come with me?? <she really didnt wanna give too many details or they were gonna have someone dead on their hands>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 18:01:00 GMT -5
You know, because they needed more dead people on their hands, good lord.
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Post by Assassin on Oct 11, 2009 18:04:50 GMT -5
Assassin narrowed his eyes, mostly in thought and ran his thumb against the com link. "Let me finish a few things down here and I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll talk." He said, hanging up the com link and letting fall back into his bag.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 11, 2009 18:09:14 GMT -5
<pft finish things up huh assassin's probably gonna go nick hunting xD buuuut hawk's headed back to da kitchen HOORAY>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Oct 11, 2009 18:12:17 GMT -5
HEY HEY THIS WASN'T NICK'S FAULT D:
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Post by Assassin on Oct 11, 2009 18:16:30 GMT -5
Assassin shut the car door and bent down again to pick up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder as he walked out of the garage and down the hall, walking slowly so he could glance into the training room and the med bay as he passed each of them.
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