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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 17:28:31 GMT
I take the pistol from my waistband, looking it over, inspecting it. "A bullet in the head ... or perhaps the heart ... I haven't quite decided yet, whichever causes the most pain," I say casually.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 18:05:31 GMT
I open my mouth a little to reply, but sit there frowning silently instead..
"You wouldn't." I tell her, simpley, "He'll have you in davy jones locker before you can lift tha' thing from yer belt."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 18:08:50 GMT
"I'm a perfect shot, he wouldn't see it coming,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 18:36:02 GMT
I almost glare, "You don't even know him. You have no idea about that man. He'd see a girl like you from a mile away."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 19:03:06 GMT
I shrug. "I'll deal with that when I come to it,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 19:15:15 GMT
"..." I wince at her a little
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 19:25:00 GMT
"Why would you care anyway?" I ask, seeings as she just said she didn't want Jack and now she was acting defensive when I said I was going to kill him.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 19:26:50 GMT
"I don't care. I just want to make sure I get to speak to him first." I mutter.
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 19:31:45 GMT
"Fine, as long as you dont warn him,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 19:39:16 GMT
".. 'course not." That's a lie. ".. as I said, he ain't worth anything."
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