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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2018 21:25:49 GMT -8
Colt-
"... You're not drinking with us tonight. Just so you know."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2018 21:26:49 GMT -8
Detective Butcher-
"It's been real though."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2018 21:47:36 GMT -8
 Edmund- ”Ouch! Right in the heart. It’s okay I know my place. I’ll just nurse some scotch old enough to vote by myself. I’m not afraid of my own company.What’s your poison, Colt?” |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2018 21:57:26 GMT -8
Colt-
"...Fuck it, we got a minute. I'll do whatever the situation calls for. Tonight we're gonna do a quick shot of anything hard and cheap. I think vodka so it doesn't have a flavor to mix with the next thing. Next thing, we're gonna drink like twenty-seven beers each. Budweiser."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2018 21:58:27 GMT -8
Detective Butcher-
"I'm just gonna learn from the master."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2018 22:04:55 GMT -8
I raised a brow. Interesting.Edmund- ”Just don’t learn too much, Joe. Don’t let it become a problem in itself. Right, Colt?”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2018 22:07:10 GMT -8
Colt-
"Too fancy for beer, doc?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2018 22:17:34 GMT -8
Edmund- ”I’ll have a few in moderation. I’m not a snob. A beer and pork rinds with a few good friends is a good time.” |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 14:05:47 GMT -8
Kristi is prescribed skeletons --
The prisoner transport pulled onto the dock. The trip had been uncanny, Milton driving tensely through winding streets, the alien landscape of the island. No one was allowed on this place, and you'd never been there before. Giant fields of black land and reddish lakes of oil looked like another planet. Mills was quiet, eyes rolling around like an eerie owl in the back.
What did you think of during your trip?
Milton helped you unload Mills, and thankfully there was no fan club to meet him, other than his attorney and his psychologist.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 14:08:30 GMT -8
 I finally got out of my car at the sight of the prison transport. I buttoned up my coat and put on a wool cap against the cold.
I tried to assess how much security this place might have on any other night. Because this would be a fun departure from architectural photography. Probably a good place to dump a body, ha.
I wondered briefly what I was doing here. Mills was rolling on himself. If they were lucky, Eddie would support a diminished capacity defense. Then, maybe, we could get him life at Woodland Center Correctional.
I was going to have to get creative to spin this to my advantage when all was said and done. |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 14:16:29 GMT -8
I peared through the sleet at Mills as I walked up to meet him.His fan club seemed to have envoked something in him which I hoped wasn’t going to impede his work tonight.Edmund- ”Remember Timothy this is your one chance to set the record straight and tell us what happened. I am here to listen to whatever you have to say. Don’t let yourself get distracted by girls. I know it hard.”
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 14:20:00 GMT -8
Timothy-
"Are they... going to kill me?"
There was no death penalty in Michigan, surely he knew that. His voice was fragile, his posture tensing. Had he not really realized where he was going? |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 8, 2018 14:22:58 GMT -8
Off to the side somewhere,
Colt-
"Jesus fucking Butcher-
christ." "..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 14:26:05 GMT -8
I tried to make my voice as soothing as possible.Edmund- ”No, you’re not going to be killed. We just need you to tell us what happened here to the best of your abilities. No one is going to hurt you. The guard is here to make sure of that.”
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 14:33:08 GMT -8
He looked around warily, trembling so his wrist cuffs clanked together like a cartoon coward's knees knocking. It was pretty cold out here, and he was only in the jumpsuit.
Timothy-
"It's scary here... קְלִיפּוֹת said I wouldn't have to come back."
You couldn't quite make out the word, maybe 'Klifoff?'
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