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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 15:49:39 GMT -5
[ i've been fairly out of it recently, but i'll get a reply up soon ]
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 15, 2017 19:04:33 GMT -5
No problem! I understand! ^^
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 8:03:11 GMT -5
Though he hummed in agreement, it was unlikely that Camille was paying her any attention as he strolled towards his car. Driving towards the river was an easy enough affair; though it wasn't exactly close to his apartment, it was a fifteen or so minute drive, and he parked his car alongside one that he recognised as Richie's little secondhand one. He walked over with his hands in his pockets, wrinkling his nose a little. The river was a place that smelled bad, and he supposed he could see the appeal of dumping bodies in it.
"Yo, boss," Richie gave a lazy salute, standing up and throwing his cigarette away. "No trouble here."
Camille raised a slender brow as he glanced into the murky water. It definitely looked like bodies (plural, definitely) had been in it for a long time. After a few moments, he stepped away and grimaced faintly.
"Why did they come out here?" he asked cautiously.
The other man seemed to consider it, before his shoulders lifted in a shrug. He glanced to Rayen warily before focusing on his leader again, smiling nervously. "Anonymous tip, from what I know."
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 19, 2017 0:35:18 GMT -5
Sorry I’ve been busy! I’ll get a reply out tomorrow!)
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 19, 2017 23:14:52 GMT -5
During the fifteen minute car ride to their destination where the bodies were reportedly found, Rayen silently gazed out the window, since it appeared Camille was too good to try to make polite conversation. But whatever. She was grateful for the shelter was getting from him. It wasn’t like talking and becoming acquaintances or something similar to friends was part of the deal.
Once they arrived by the river, she trailed by him as he walked towards a person who appeared to be one of his underlines. Saying nothing, she simply scanned the newcomer before glancing around the location curiously and cautiously. Keeping an ear on the men’s conversation, she wandered over towards the edge of the river and gazed around it, trying to rely on breathing through her mouth so she wouldn’t have to smell the horridness of the river.
An anonymous tip? She frowned slightly and glanced into the murky depths of the river. Who were the victims? Were they innocents, or were they involved in rivalry or sketchy groups? Whoever they were, the person who was responsible for their murders had no right in playing God.
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