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[27 Sep 2005|08:17pm] |
Who: Greg, the Ang, Nick and anyone else
When: Just after Nick jumps out of the car
Where: Outside of the apartment
Sean looked out the window and watched as Stokes jumped out of the car. The girl jumped out right after and chased after him.
He cursed loudly and turned, trying to remember where he left his gun.
Counter. Right.
He rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the gun off of the counter, and made his way towards the bedroom.
He unlocked the closet door as quickly as it could, and opened it.
He would regret not being able to Sanders waste away, but he was determined to finish the job.
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[24 Sep 2005|04:14pm] |
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Creature of the Night - RHPS |
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Who: Greg
When: Midnight, after two days of having Greg in the closet (hahahahaha)
Where: The closet, of course.
Sean unlocked the closet door and opened it slowly, taking a look inside.
Greg lay there, pathetically, and Sean expected he wouldn't live much longer.
It had been 48 hours, and the minimum someone could live without water was three days.
Hopefully Sanders was one of those people who died soon after.
He walked in and walked over to the younger man, and kneeled in front of him.
He looked horrible.
Ever since he had tried to escape, he'd been visiting Sanders more often, roughing him up.
If he was in a constant state of pain there was no way he would try to escape again.
He smirked.
"How are you feeling Sanders?"
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