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shouldabeenadog
Werewolf ST
Joined: 16 Dec 2008
Posts: 1470
Karma: +2
55.50 Experience
Location: Cleveland, OH
Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:55 am
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Mrs. Scotts took the night off. No selling, no chatting, nothing. Her ghoul sat at her desk, her cell phone in front of him, the telephone next to him, his script off to the side.
"I am terribly sorry, Mrs. Scotts is unavailable for the night."
Under that was the "if someone damn important calls.
"I'll get her, it may take a minute, please hold on."
She was slumped in the chair across from him. Well, her body was at any rate. Her spirit had jumped ship, and was going up and down every street in downtown, looking for a black truck. Up and down each street she would go, up every parking garage, down every alley. If they were stupid enough to be caught in the open, she would find them.
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Al-Adin (CtL) SL (Dashing arabian prince):2 Beast, Runnerswift-Monkey
Detective Seargent O'Connell
Mrs. Scotts BP: 1
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