« It's pitiful that you think those are the only ones I know are connected to you, I know way more than you wish I do, I've been keeping tabs on you for years sweetheart. »
Yeah-yeah, you hate Sebastian, Euryn and whoever the hell that third one is.
You’re not the first or last to hate me either.
Cry me a river and build a bridge over it or whatever the saying is.
I know cause I know at least three people who you've confessed this fact to - and trust me those three people are no better than yourself.
You are all vile little critters in my eyes. : )
You know one can only hear the same thing over and over again before they become desensitized to it. . ?
I dunno how all you strangers know, but you all have to come up with something new.
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Gun firmly gripped and pointed in her direction as Eva's heels clicked along the wooden floor, upon being behind Oakley she began to back up to the front door.
Eva caught the key in her palm, with one hand still on the .357 she maintained her aim while using the key, her whole body facing Oak while she grasped for the papers within, tucking them in her coat's inner pocket.
« I owe you nothing, you stole from us - From me! »
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Oakley quickly followed behind, after all she’s been robbed before, items have been smashed and destroyed so she had that natural instinct to chase after and make sure her home wasn’t destroyed.
She followed the woman into Oakley’s own room, stumbling forward and freezing ++
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Without realizing she did so she batted her eyes to the camera which was planted nearby, one of the many more.
« But as long as you keep from stuffing your nose where it doesn't belong I wont have a reason to keep tabs on you. »
With that Eva began to side step Oakley.
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- Oakley went for kill shots earlier, but kill shots were risky, the head was a smaller target than someone's center mass, besides Eva wasn't out to kill her, all she needed were those documents Oakley had snuck out of the radio station.
« Get off of me! »
Oakley's tackle had flipped a switch in Eva, the second she got space to breathe she jumped up tackling Oakley with the weight of her entire body, forcing her aside as she ran through the door frame to where she had held the documents and locked them away.
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Pain seethed in the areas she was hit but the adrenaline dump pumping through her ensured she would feel the pain later, not now.
She could actually be heard chuckling through her tears, as a woman who grew up involved with gang violence, a physical abusive father, and so ++
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- top of the cabinet and reached into the other side of her coat, pulling out a snub nosed 357. the perfect concealed carry for a scientist.
« Move an inch and I'll blow a fist sized hole through your fucking chest! »
The snub nosed 357. was aimed center mass, -
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