<font color=silver>(He was led in by another of the men that worked there, his eyes settling on her and double taking. He didnt say a word, just glared at her, then asked for the man she happened to be after. After a few moments, he was led into another room away from where she was, and when he returned he had a black breifcase- full of street heroine.)</font> -- Warehouse District # 13

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Date Posted: 23:36:37 07/31/03 Thu
Author: Jake
Subject: (He was led in by another of the men that worked there, his eyes settling on her and double taking. He didnt say a word, just glared at her, then asked for the man she happened to be after. After a few moments, he was led into another room away from where she was, and when he returned he had a black breifcase- full of street heroine.)
In reply to: Jake 's message, "(He moved in and out of shadows like he belonged there, the bright red Raleigh racing bike left at the side of the building - everyone who was anyone knew better than to touch Jake's bike. It meant death. Fingering the numbered bills in his pocket as he did, hopefully this time they would nail these motherfuckers and he could be left well enough alone. The tension got to him and he chewed on his lip - he always did that when he wanted a hit. KNocking, he uttered the password and was let into the dark building, he had a shipment to pick up and move.)" on 23:21:46 07/31/03 Thu

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She didn't break character at all when she saw him, but was freaking out on the inside. "Who's he?" She asked the man, who's lap she was sitting on. She was holding a fake latina accent, her dark eyes lined and made to look bigger, big hoop earring hanging from her ears. (NT) -- keisha, 23:43:09 07/31/03 Thu