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Post by Danna on Feb 21, 2010 21:21:14 GMT -5
But it wasn't. For with a poof and a clatter, the knife fell to the ground as the body vanished in a puff of ninja smoke. A bunshin. Like she was seriously going to just walk right up to his crazy ass. =P
Shuffling out of her hiding spot behind a nearby tree, Murasaki carefully retrieved the knife, giving it a twirl as she glared down at him, shaking her heard. Poor little drug addict. The net wouldn't hold him down well enough as it were. With a little aim, she chucked the knife into his back, looking to more or less paralyze him. Not like it would matter when he was dead at the end of the day. =P
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Post by Jackstraw on Feb 21, 2010 21:34:10 GMT -5
He couldn't feel it for his high, but could tell something was obviously wrong when his body suddenly gave out on him of its own accord. He collapsed in a heap underneath the ripped net, eyes just making out the bitch a few feet off. His hand flinch, trying its damndest to reach her, to tear her apart, to try and survive.
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Post by Danna on Feb 21, 2010 21:44:15 GMT -5
Murasaki watched him idly as she went through her remaining tools, preparing a length of wire to be used to finish securing him and make something she could feasibly use to drag him with. He certainly had put up quite the struggle. But his little drug high would wear off eventually, and his body would become well aware of its state. Game over.
"Sorry, Bucky-wucky~"
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Post by Jackstraw on Feb 21, 2010 21:55:22 GMT -5
Indeed, the effects of the drug were short-lived and very soon the excruciating pain started to fade back in. He fidgeted on the ground, eyes locked on the women, narrowed and watering. Gawd, there was no way out of this, huh? His eyes closed, admitting defeat with another pained groan as the darkness of unconsciousness started to wash over him, leaving him only with the sour taste of blood and regret in his mouth.
Shit.... Ma was right.... stupid fucking...
"Bitch...."
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