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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:27 pm
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He still hung in her fathers grasp, but was acting completley nonchalant and casual, as if nothing was wrong. He was having too much of a good time, or something, as a matter of fact. "Hey hold up - is that a threat?? Man my face is too PRETTY to get beat in! Yours, on the other hand-... uhh..", his voice trailed off as he observed her dad's face, then he shot a glance back at Rebecca. "I guess you get your good looks from yuh' mutha' 'cause THIS guyy sure as hell didin't do ya' know good - ya knowhut I'm SAYYIN'!?", he said with a thick ghetto accent, just barely containing his laughter, but 100% ready to defend himself if her dad tried to hurt him, or her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:22 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:43 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:50 pm
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He sighed and peeked at her dad. Out cold. Or, at least he looked it. He hoped he was. "Hope your dads a heavy sleeper.", he said, as he slid an arm under Rebecca's hamstrings and another under her back, and lifted her up as if she was as light as a feather. He strode out of the room and down the stairs and was at her door in a flash, but hesitated. What if the doctors noticed her bite marks..? Was it worth it? He hesitated for a while and slowly reached for the handle, but didin't open the door. He had to get her help. He yanked it open and slammed it behind them, and was able to jog with her in his hands down the street, looking frantically. It was still drizzling. "Hey! C'mere!!", he yelled to a taxi, and then yanked the door open once it stopped and gently placed her down inside, sitting next to her. He hoped the driver spoke good English. He seemed to understand that something was amiss, from his facial expressions. "She's got a broken rib, go to 13th street hospital, now.", he commanded, and the driver stepped on it. He leaned back and looked at Rebecca. "You okay??", he asked, leaning over her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 5:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:44 am
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He glanced at the driver as they pulled right up to the hospital front doors, which had an ambulance and some relaxed looking ambulance workers sitting right out side as well. The driver recoignized Dan's look and said, "No charge. You go.", in a thick russian accent, and waved for Dan to get out of the car. Dan thanked him but then heard Rebecca howl in pain again. He pushed the door open and dragged her out, and then took her into his arms and carried her like a baby. He had already gotten the ambulance workers attentions, and they looked as if they knew something was wrong. "Broken rib, help.", he grunted, and he didin't know if the workers heard him or not, but they quickly opened the ambulance and pulled out a stretcher, and Dan set Rebecca down on top of it. "What's wrong with her?", one of the taller, skinny workers asked. "Uh-Broken rib!", he repeated. The man understood and they quickly ran Rebecca inside, and Dan trailed closely behind them as they entered the busy main lobby. Before Dan ran through the doors, he remembered the bite marks on Rebecca's neck, and seeing the ambulance back doors were still open, snuck inside and found a packet of bandaids, and stole some, then ran into the hospital after Rebecca.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 1:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:37 pm
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