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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:17:43 GMT
*Dante was walking down the high street, cellphone in one hand, coffee in the other.*
"Okay...bye..."
*He hung up.*
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:19:21 GMT
*Sil was following Dante in his car along the road*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:20:48 GMT
*Dante took a sip of his coffee, and walked around the corner, throwing it in a dumpster.*
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:25:54 GMT
*Sil continued following, wondering where he was going*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:32:08 GMT
*Dante picked up his cellphone again and began talking in Italian.*
"Ciao...li ha fatti--buon...Lo prenderò...vederli più successivamente..."
(Hello...did you--good...I will pick it up...see you later...)
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:36:45 GMT
*Sil glanced to the side of his car. On the seat lay a shotgun. He didnt plan to use it but if the situation arose, he'd be prepared*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:38:12 GMT
*Dante felt as though he was being watched...he walked faster.*
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:46:24 GMT
*Sil sped up slightly*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:49:16 GMT
*Dante heard the car speed up, so he began to run down the street pushing past people.*
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:54:07 GMT
*Sil sped up, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the trigger of the shotgun*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 20:56:22 GMT
*Dante kept glancing back, suddenly realising who was following him.*
"Silvio Dante voi bastardi!"
(Silvio Dante you bastard!)
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 20:58:45 GMT
*Silvio slowed down slightly*
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 18, 2007 21:01:02 GMT
*Dante walked hesitantly to Sil's car.*
"What the HELL do you want?"
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Post by sildante on Feb 18, 2007 21:02:43 GMT
"Get in..."
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 19, 2007 15:57:35 GMT
*Dante narrowed his eyes, walking hesitantly over to the car.*
"Why the fuck were you following me?"
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