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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:24 pm
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*wakes up in a cold sweat, looking frantic, only to realize she'd had a bad dream. Facepalming, she wonders why in hell she was dreaming of an enormous syringe, a talking blood pressure monitor and a humongous thermometer chasing her.
Looking around, she sees the place is still empty and her latte is ice cold, again. Rolling her eyes, she gets up and tosses it, going to the bar and ordering another one. Paying for the drink, she takes a rather large swallow, in need of the caffeine high.
Walking back to where she was sitting, she turns the jazz channel off, searching for a good blood and gore movie*
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:15 pm
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*dropping the subject, for now, she allows Ryzan to steer the conversation from himself and shrugs*
Well, my attackers from before have finally captured me and have tortured me for some information that I know nothing of.
Then, the one in charge of torturing me got a call, which was probably from his boss b/c they immediately stopped the torture process and let me go. Now, I'm laying unconscious in a tub of water nearing hypothermia. So, no it's no small matter.
*finishes her latte and is now ready for a stronger drink. She tells the bartender to bring her a snifter of Single Barrel.
Sighing, she looks at Ryzan for a while, wondering what the real reason behind such secrecy is. She gets her drink and sips it, closing her eyes*
So how's the managerial position going Ryzan?
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:43 pm
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