12-18-2010, 02:30 AM
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| Mountain Troll
Join Date: Jul 2009
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Originally Posted by Zoerawrr Slamming doors.
Nice.
Very final. "I am Daniel Upstead," Daniel said simply, and looked around the room. "You'll want to know my shop, I suppose?"
Poor stolen book... Extending his hand across the table as he rounded it and spun his chair around so he could sit facing the back of it he smiled. Then in his thick Southern drawl he said, "Nice to meet you, Daniel. Wish it was under different cirumstances of course."
Poor guy.
"Yes I need to know which shop you work. Then we will start off slow and you can kind of relive the situation for me. I know, that sucks, but it is the best bet that I will be able to find this scumbag for you," Damien said gently. See. He had tact sometimes.
Heheheh. Why was it he was reciting A Pirates Life for Me in his head when he was dealing with something so serious? Perhaps it was to keep some sanity... or because he had none left. Either way it was amusing him but he kept that off of his face. |
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