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| Drug deal gone wrong(closed RP) | Started by: JamesTerranova on Aug 03, '09 19:29 |
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Silvio waits at the door for James to come out and lights another cigarette, stating out loud "I think 10 seconds already passed." Barging through the door he cocks his gun and stands next to James, who had already made the intruder in the room get down on the ground. |
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| Reply by: Silvio at Aug 09, '09 20:34 | |
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Snorting as he watches Silvio viscously kick the man he speaks up and says, "He's a cop alright, I found this in his coat." Revealing a badge to Silvio James gets a disgusted look on his face, "I found out he's alone, and I have no choice but to believe him. All cops in this city are easy to trace and I looked out my window and couldn't see any." Kicking the cop himself, James grunts with each kick, "What do you want? Why are you here, who sent you!" The cop held up a finger indicating he was going to speak, and instead spit out blood, all over the carpet. "Don't you recognize me? You just bought pounds of illegal drugs off of me, you dumbfuck!" Deciding he didn't like the drug dealer/cops attitude, James cocked his gun and shot him in the leg, making Silvio jump for joy and clap his hands, wanting a turn. "Does anyone know where we live, that you're here?!" Shaking his head no James decides to believe him, and sits him up so he's leaning against the bed. Looking to Silvio, he says quickly "I'm going to get a bag to put him in, get it over with quick." |
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| Reply by: JamesTerranova at Aug 09, '09 20:37 | |
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Waiting for James to get the bag he yells, |
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| Reply by: Silvio at Aug 09, '09 20:37 | |
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Looking up and ligthing a thick cigar, James nods and gets in the drivers seat, waiting for Silvio to hop in. Peeling out of the driveway he buckles up and high fives Silvio, "Job well done!" Arriving at Silvios house, James shakes his hand and yells out "Hey! Don't forget to call me some time so we can actually go out for a drink." Searching around for the nearest dumpster, James heaves the bag into it and looks around to make sure no one saw him. Tossing a can of gasoline in with it, he throws his cigar on top and runs to his car quickly as the dumpster catches fire. Shaking his head and rubbing his temple, James sighs a breath of relief. (End) |
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| Reply by: JamesTerranova at Aug 09, '09 20:38 | |
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