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Member of the X-Men Mansion Swim Teacher MRC Detective
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May 14, 2024 14:37:17 GMT -6
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In a fog of steamy, water vapor, the detective staggered about blindly. He had no idea the waters would hiss and sizzle like an angry frying pan the second they touched the dame’s hands, though in all honestly that was pretty thickheaded of him to no assume that in the first place. The cool, refreshing liquid bubbled and burst into a thick fog that partially blinded him from seeing where the brunette had gone to, as well as the blonde in the red dress. For whatever reason she had attempted to keep the scared bird from singing…but why? What did she have to do with all this?
The detective did not have time to ponder further when felt the movement of air, one that sent all the tiny hairs on his face, hands and neck aquiver that something was moving by. His senses dulled by the presence of the impromptu fog, he moved into the mist, ears and eyes open for anything out of the ordinary.
His mind was still fixated on what had happened back there. Why had the blonde interfered? The brunette was going to sing, he could tell. But then she said something, and the fiery angel seemed almost scared of her. What on earth was that about? The whole incident had his mind twisted as he tried to place square pegs into round holes, but not matter how hard he tried…nothing worked out. The only way it could…was if the blonde had a bigger part than she was letting on.
If that were true…he would make sure that whatever secrets the little minx had would known to the world.
Then…with a flash of blue, a crackle of air, and the burning of ozone and Jorge turned in the direction of the strange light. For a split second it looked heavenly…almost like a beacon trying to lead him out of the mists of purgatory...but then it hissed dangerously. With a burst of speed, the flatfoot pulled his gun from his holster and tore into the scene just in time to see the brunette unconscious on the ground and in even worse shape than before.
But the blonde…where’d she go now?
Slowly the detective crept forward, gun aimed high as he checked all his blind spots and kept cover on the fallen brunette. The intuition, that guardian angel that kept cops safe, began to nag at him, telling him to be wary, something was not right. It was important for cops to listen to this instinct, at times like this when the chips are down and all that stands between life and death is a succubus in a skin tight red dress, it’s good to listen to your gut. And he was listening loud and clear now.
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Posted by Raine on Dec 11, 2010 1:21:55 GMT -6
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Pining all over the place
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Dec 14, 2021 8:29:26 GMT -6
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She kept low so she could keep her weight on her toes and keep her heels from clicking. All Lori wanted was away now. Away and bed rest. She was a high pillow and the last place she needed to land was in the cooler. It was cold enough outside as it was. Except the heat was on in the steam bed.
The dense cloud was possibly the best thing to happen to her all day. Lori had slipped her hand off of the woman's mouth and pulled away from the scene of the crime. The copper could have the potential stool pigeon now that she was done with her. He wouldn't get anything. By the time they thought to run a broad spectrum chemical panel or an x-gene test, the drug evidence would likely have metabolized.
If hothands was smart, she'd keep her yap shut too.
Then they'd have a human woman and nothing but circumstantial proof of anything. It would all just go away like a bad dream or mist in the wind.
Click, click, click.
Once she felt safe enough, far enough away she put her heels to the pavement and walked away.
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