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Post by Jocasta Bertrand on Sept 7, 2009 1:44:09 GMT -5
Jocasta rolled herself out of bed from the man she didn't know and did her appearance to accordance with public opinion. She didn't have to work, so she dressed simply and not provocatively. Looking back at the man, snoring from the deep sleep, she took what she could out of his wallet and went her way.
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Post by Jethro "Clockwork" on Sept 8, 2009 6:43:44 GMT -5
Sparks were flying as the room grew hotter and hotter.
Clockwork welded away in the building he worked with a gun closeby. Not much was going on, but a woman was supposed to come by today to sell him weaponry. We knew what would happen next, likely another terrorist attack on a random building. pro_staff |
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Post by Jocasta Bertrand on Sept 9, 2009 2:39:49 GMT -5
Jocasta approached the large building where her client was supposed to be awaiting her arrival. Walking in, she got out a booklet out of her bag and saw a man welding. Approaching him, she asked, “I’m looking for a man by the name of Clockwork. ‘Know of him?”
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