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Subject: Callie Author: Callie [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:59:16 05/07/02 Tue Callie stepped out of her car and rushed into the bar, where she worked. She was late. Not that she was scared of being fired. She had the new manager of the bar, Eric, tied around her finger. He couldn't fire her if he tried. Callie smoothed her waist-length black hair and stepped into the bar. The stench of spilt beer and vomit filled her nostrils as she made her way to the bar. Already it was packed. Smiling, Callie pulled out a small piece of paper out of the pocket of her tight black leather pants. The pencil was smudged, and she could barely read her own swirly handwriting, but she was able to make out two words-- Manuelo Goodkind. He should be coming into the bar right about...now. She looked from the paper to the man who had just entered the bar. He was young--19 or so and african american. Good, she thought, young men are vunurable. Before he sat down next to the pretty blonde in the tank top Callie rushed over, a huge fake smile plastered on her face and whispered, "Hi, I'm Annie." She could tell he would go for the innocent type, and only wished she wasn't wearing such tight pants and the small tube top. Callie never gave a man her real name. She feared if she ever got to close to her victims she wouldn't have the heart to kill them. She had specific orders from her boss and mother, Messina, to kill this boy, for he wore the mark that could eventually bring her down. "Hello Annie," Manuelo smiled, obviously undressing Callie with his eyes. Batting her eyelashes Callie said innocently," My car has a flat. Could you give me a ride home?" She saw his eyes light up as she took him by the hand and led him outside. He was taking the bait. She watched Eric's small face turn red with anger as she led Manuelo out of the bar. Oh well, she would take care of him later. Right now she had a more important job to do... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date just another kill Alveta 17:34:15 05/08/02 Wed callie gets angry -- Alveta, 17:35:35 05/08/02 Wed Callie's Past -- Callie, 18:37:09 05/09/02 Thu Following -- Alveta, 14:43:07 05/17/02 Fri