He's okay.
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Thread Topic: He's okay.
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Artie: *pulls away and pushes her off* *climbs on top*
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Pitch: *stands* NO. I AM SUPPOSE TO BE PACKING!
I don't want to be here! I want to go!
Clive: SILENCE.
*people yells at them to shut up*
f--- YOU ALL. -
Song: *blushie*
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Austin: *pulls Pitch back down* Enough, Kilo! -
Artie: *starts removing her bottom clothes*
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Pitch: *glaaaaare*
Kilo: Hmph.
Clive: Thank you. Now, Web.
Web: *moves up in front*
Clive: Do you know exactly who killed Cintron Valley?
Web: No, sir.. -
Song: *and his*
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Austin: *face pales* -
Artie: *strokes her hair* Ready?
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Clive: Then you are not too responsible to own a program like this.
Web: But-
Clive: Whipped. Out.
Forrest: *stands* NO! I know who but I don't know his name. He was with a little boy. He said he killed him because Cintron said he threatened to rape a girl. -
Song: Mhm.
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Austin: Cintron? Rape? Not possible.. -
Artie: *moves into her halfway*
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Forrest: Believe it.
Clive: Did he actually rape the girl? Did he actually cause real harm?
Forrest: ..No sir. He didn't..
Clive: THEN WHY THE IS HE DEAD IF HE DIDN'T COMMIT A CRIME?
Web: *worried face* -
Song: O-oh~
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Austin: *head in hands* -
Artie: *and now fills her up*
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Clive: It's very disappointing that you lost yet another child in your place. Especially one who was murdered for what? Doing nothing. You know your punishment.
Forrest: But he was mental..
Clive: And out of your sight. That's all that matters, case closed.
Web: *hides face in hands*
Pitch: *stands up, throwings hands up* I refused to be whipped.
Timber: *shrinks*..
Eddie: WHAT?
Ink: That quick! -
Song: *moans*
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Austin: That's not fair! We didn't know! -
Artie: *thrusts in and out*
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Clive: OUT!
Web: ..Come on. Let's get it over with. *exits*
*the rest follows* -
Song: *louder*
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Austin: ..*follows* -
Artie: *faster*
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*two guards take Web, Forrest, Pitch and Timber and leads them to another room*
Guard: The rest, you're coming with me. *opens a door* -
Song: *clings to* A-Artie!
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Austin: ... *walks in* -
(Check your email?)
Artie: *and slows down*
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*rest walks in*
*guards close the door and blocks it*
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