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Annabelle.
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Annabelle.
@HolyToHell
I dreamed about ya', baby. T'was just the other night. Most of ya' was naked. Ah, but some of ya' was light... // {SV RP 18+} #BDSRP #Origins #BPRP
In God's Good Graces شامل ہوئے Mayıs 2017
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-- she took the elder MacManus' hands in hers, warming them as best she could.} Noah? See if we can't find a decent bottle? @PaterSanctorum
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-- What was needed. Aye, you have blood on your hands. So do all warriors who join battles.
{Worrying #Jacob was going into shock, --
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-- before him.}
{softly} There is no greater evil in the world, than the indifference of good men... You know you did what was right. --
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-- {Not liking the elder MacManus' pallor, she grabbed for a blanket, wrapping it around the man's shoulders as she dropped into a crouch --
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-- Makin' sure a /good/ man doesn't get gunned down for doin' the /right/ thing? {huffing} Try and keep me out of it. See what happens. --
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-- Which ones?
{Brow arching, she took #Jacob's arm, easing him to a seat on one of the room's cots.} Takin' care of family? --
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-- urging @PaterSanctorum and his Da' inside before locking it behind them.}
"You shouldn't mixed up in these doin's, lass." --
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-- room, a sanctuary whose location nary a man in town would divulge.
Working the key in the lock, she pushed the door open, --
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-- notice of three.} {quietly} Almost there...
{A firm grip on @PaterSanctorum's hand, she led the way up the stairs to #Doc's back --
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-- could only keep quiet about a gunshot for so long.
Thank the Lord for McGinty's boisterous crowd. Too many drunken souls to take --
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-- It wouldn't be long before the police were called. Surely the nosy ladies living upstairs from @PaterSanctorum's father's business --
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-- in an ever warming smile as the fine man lobbed her a trio of keys on a silver ring, catching them without breaking stride. --
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{A sharp gaze and an apologetic smile cutting #Doc off as they entered the rollicking pub, she held out her hand, lips tugging up --
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@PaterSanctorum -- tonight. That needed doin'.
{Gaze flickering between #Noah and #Jacob, she arched a brow, curious.} Where /did/ you get the fuckin' gun?
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@PaterSanctorum -- she stepped back to #Noah's side, proud as hell to be holding his hand.} You've nothin' to be guilty over, sir. What you've done --
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@PaterSanctorum -- don't report in, and we need to be hidden when that happens. Doc, he says we can use his space at the pub, yeah?
{Hope in her eyes, --
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@PaterSanctorum -- shaped corpse, worry starting to mount.} We've got to /leave/ here, sir. These men, someone's gonna come lookin' for 'em when they --
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@PaterSanctorum -- How long have we all been knucklin' under to these sons of bitches, aye? Waitin' for someone to rise...
{Moving over the potato --
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