| Boss: *glares at the two of them* Sorry Boss |
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| "Sorry old man.She's just fun to annoy and tease." Layla smiles. |
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| Boss: hun...And Leone, what did you learn? |
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| Layla looks at her perfectly long,square edged red polished nails,waiting bored for Leo's reply. |
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| *looks over at her nail polish* I wonder what color that is... |
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| *Conan is still in the infirmary but at this point has a sling on and all his injuries were tended to.* "Only ....now." *Conan stands up and starts to walk around then exits the infirmary.* |
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| "Royal Red..." Layla mumbles."Maybe I should have done them Crimson instead..." she says,thoughtfully. |
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| Boss: *clears his throat* |
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| Layla moves her glare over to the boss."So,what about that mission you prepared us,old man?" she asks,having again an unreadable expression. |
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| It had been three days since Marika had been introduced to this 'group', and she had hardly talked to anyone. She till kept the kept the majority of her head bandaged up, and had the same black stare. She had managed to fine sheaths for her knife, and currently had them straped to her arms. She was wearing a black top with black jeans, clothes she had picked at random from the ones given to her. |
 Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| "I learned to shoot to kill, now im off for the mission" |
| "He didn't even told us what mission,and better speak nicer.The old man is my homey,but he is afterall our boss." Layla speaks,keeping her emotionless,unreadable expression. |
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| Boss: ~sighs~ It's a rescue mission overseas- no bringing your own equipment. So Leone, I keep your guns until you come back |
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| "Naw shit old man!I can't do things without my gun,so better the Air Forces gimme some M821!" Layla pouts. |
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| "Care to let me help?" asked a handsome young man named Jack with red hair and a soft smile. "I'm kinda... Jack of Trades so to speak, so I'm sure I can be useful" //Jack follows to the airfield...// |
Gibz0maticJan 21, 2012 5:43 AM
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| "Everybody is welcome,Jack." Layla,still upset,said thoughtfully,getting out of the old man's deskroom and heading for her room to change. ((and than I continue with the disscussion with Col. at the airport o.o)) |
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