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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 24, 2008 22:53:59 GMT -5
Still from her undisclosed location, the cameras are off. Lacey smiles at the sniffling child, leaving her in a dog kennel.
"Play your Gameboy. I have business to attend to..."
The door of the dark, wet, smelly room creaked open, then slammed shut, leaving Denise in darkness. Out into civilization... in a morbid way, Lacey removes her cellular phone, hidden from being traced. She punches in a phone call to a Goliath sentry, for future use by her. Trust her... he will enjoy this... He needs this more than anybody knows... well, anybody but her. |
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Post by interested on Mar 25, 2008 2:25:52 GMT -5
*RING RING* *RING RING*
"Hmm?"
The cell phone kept going off in his jacket. You'd be surprised to see that Bryan wasn't the kind of person to keep with with the times, by having personal music set as his ringtone: not that he cared anyway. Anything he put on would most likely grab too much attention. Getting up from the floor where he WAS performing sit-ups, Bryan walked over to his jacket and rummaged into one of the pockets, finding the phone. Looking at the screen, he observed who was calling.
"Unknown number..."[/size]
Giving a "What the hell" shrug, Bryan decided to answer. Placing the phone against his ear, he made the first move.
"Who the hell is this?"
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 25, 2008 11:18:14 GMT -5
"Your teammate in the Order... let me be the first to tell you that my involvement runs far more deeper than dominating a wrestling federation, Bryan Colombain..."
A sneer as she looks down at some of the documents before her...
"Who haunts you in your every walks of life, staring, mocking, laughing about the opportunities you've taken away?" |
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Post by interested on Mar 25, 2008 11:25:40 GMT -5
Bryan's eyes widened from the description that was laid out to him. HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE KNOW!? His breathing had become much heavier, almost as if he's breaking into a panic.
"How the hell do you know all this!? What's a dead man got to do with you!?"
Looks like security in GCW needs a good kick in the arse.
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 25, 2008 11:44:17 GMT -5
"Resources, Bryan, resources... It's been... what... eight months almost since you've been able to sleep soundly? Look in a mirror... have a moment of private time?"
Check and Mate. |
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Post by interested on Mar 25, 2008 12:01:40 GMT -5
"..."
8 months, approaching 9. Sleep deprivation can be such a bitch. Sighing, Bryan continues the conversation.
"...Get to the point already."
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 25, 2008 12:41:05 GMT -5
"You work for me now. We will draw them out of hiding. I have the daughter of Nicole Storm. I fight her at Ascension. If I don't have a call to my cellular phone within five minutes at the end of my match from a certain someone?
Imagine Nicole Storm is your dearly departed friend. I do have a cage for you to play with her in." |
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