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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 26, 2016 23:13:35 GMT -5
"There's no use in getting upset over this. The director's orders are absolute. Even if I argued with him, the outcome wouldn't be any different, so I'd rather save me breath for something else. "
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 14:17:34 GMT -5
Arty grinned a bit, to herself as she walked into the office with Blake. She sat down and waited, again, for someone to say something.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 14:19:19 GMT -5
"She will be working under you," he said to Blake. Blake's eyes widened, "Hold on a second!" Blake exclaimed, "you want me to supervise her?"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 14:22:11 GMT -5
Arty cocked an eyebrow, "I don't need a babysitter. Hand me a gun, pay me, and I'm yours." She said simply
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 14:24:41 GMT -5
The director shook his head, "you need someone to watch you. After all, you are a dangerous criminal. So. It's settled. Blake, take her under your wing. Dismissed." He waved them out. "H-hold on!" Blake protested.
"I said, dismissed," the director turned and looked out the window, his back to them.
Blake sighed, "let's go," he walked out.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 14:27:27 GMT -5
Arty walked out, "How's your leg?" She asked, "That bullet was poisoned." She added casually.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 14:31:23 GMT -5
Blake snorted, "yeah, I figured. Some weak ass poison you have there," he was on his way to the infirmary with her, "I've been building up immunity to poison since I was a kid."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 14:42:18 GMT -5
((Blake won the last two baddassery things, she should win this one ))
Arty shrugged, "This is a special concoction I made myself. I'm not sure why it hasn't affected you yet." She admitted
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 14:50:15 GMT -5
((No man lmao))
Blake glanced at her, "oh, it's affected me," he promised, entering the infirmary. He told the nurse what happened, "you're gonna have to get them the antidote, most likely."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 14:51:51 GMT -5
Arty sighed, "I'm not prone to giving things away." She muttered, walking with him. She noticed him stumble, "How far away is this infirmary?"
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -5
Blake felt his leg beginning to go numb, "it's just a little fsrther," he told her, putting his hand on the wall for balance, "shit. This is an effective poison. Not bad,"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 15:02:35 GMT -5
Arty gave a fake bow, "I'd be honored by the compliment if I didn't already know that." She grinned, waiting for him to fall
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 15:15:56 GMT -5
He managed to make it into the infirmary, "poison bullet." He said, sitting on one of the beds.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 16:31:38 GMT -5
Arty sat down, looking around. This place so far had impressed her, especially the medical staff. She wondered to herself if they would attend to her like that, or if she really was just a prisoner of circumstance.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 16:56:02 GMT -5
One of the nurses came over to her, "are you injured anywhere?" She asked her.
They began to treat Blake, starting with removing any left over bullet shards.
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