Soap
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:22pm
Thread Topic: Soap
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Yeah, *searches around for ingredients*
We don't have what I need.
(I may have to leave, Ill know in about a min) -
Well, you could bring the ingredients, and just make it here?
(darn, okay) -
Yeah, I guess so. Hold on, I'm going to run out to my car to check the recipe.
*goes out back door. At same time, a car pulls in front and three guys enter the store(I'll do their role, it won't be long. I apologize if I randomly disappear) -
Okay then. *is thinking you keep the recipie in your car?!* I get ready to take the guy's order.
(okay) -
New guy: Where is James Carson? *heavy European accent*
Me: *gets a text, stops going through recipes and starts to sneak around the front* -
*is shocked but lies so perfectly, from years of experience* I have no idea. He left. Can I get you anything?
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New guy: *all of them pull out Mac-11's (it's a machine gun)* Where is he!
Me: *looks in front window, sees the guys draw guns* Aw s---. *quietly opens front door* -
*discreetly makes a motion at you to the bell that rings when people walk in*
*inhales and glances at the guns and decides to have a bit of fun* You know, there's a sign that says no guns.... As for Mr. Carson, I can tell you that I have no idea where he is. -
*grins at you, slides up behind one guy*
Looking for me?
*i grab the guy in a chokehold with one arm while grabbing his gun. I fire at the two other guys aiming at you. I tackle the guy in the chokehold and pistol whip him with his own gun. Looks at you*
You ok? -
*Face goes from ^.^ to :O to O.O*
Yeah, I'm fine. Are you? -
Yeah. *pulls out phone* Op-Center, this is Diamond. Two sleepers and a napper. Mess. Two appear to be Ismeal Qati and Ibrahim Ghosen, will advise. *hangs up*
Punks. I knew those loose ends in Bulgaria would come back to haunt me. -
*is still kinda shocked but doesnt show it*
*leans over the counter and peers at the bodies*
Oh, we are sooo fired. Good thing the man left before the came. -
Maybe not. FBI has a special team on route. It'll be written up as an attempted armed robbery. On the plus side, I found the scone recipe.
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*slouches over, puts my head in my arms and leans against the counter* ggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
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*reaches out*
You sure your ok?
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