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| One of those days (RP) | Started by: Diamond_Jim on Dec 30, '08 12:20 |
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DJ awoke to find himself sprawled out on the overstuffed black leather couch in his office with a three-quarters empty bottle of very old scotch in his hand. He tried to sit up; but he found gravity was still a bit stronger than he was this morning, if it was morning...couldn't really tell in here. Propping himself up on his elbows he blinked a few more times trying to focus his vision. The office was in a state of disarray which belied one very wild night. Glasses, bottles and cigar butts were strewn about the room and there were some feet sticking out from underneath DJs desk. He hoped that they were attached to someone still breathing! Jim started to drift back off into dreamland; but he was brought back to reality by the sound of someone coming down the hall. Reaching for his gat, just in case, Jim was dismayed to find that it wasn't in it's holster. The door swung open and in walked... |
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Howard was scheduled to meet DJ in his office. He went in through the main door, and everything was quite,too quite for DJ's office. Howard drew his gun. It was a Smith and Western revolver. A good gun. Used many times and it served him well everytime. He found DJ's office door and stopped,listened and entered the room. He did a quick scan seen the legs and then seen DJ lay on the couch. "DJ what the fucks going on?" Howard took a step forward towards the legs and peered at the owner of the legs. There was a bullet in his head and one in his chest. "DJ this guys dead? and your gun is right next to him what the fucks going on?" |
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| Reply by: Howey at Dec 30, '08 12:34 | |
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Danny arrived with his car at DJs office. He got out of the car and was standing infront of the big brick building. Before Danny entered he lit a cigarette. Danny worked his way up. A though one in Danny age. In the hallway Danny had a weird feeling "Hope DJ is up and he thinks about the meeting we have later." Danny mumbled to himself Danny opened the door to DJs office. The smell Danny hit in the face was undescribable. Jim was sitting on the couch, he looked like death personally. Howey was already there leaning over a dead body. "God dammit Jim...Howey, who is this?!?" |
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| Reply by: DanielOcean at Dec 30, '08 12:44 | |
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