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| Belle Dubois | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 07:32 Post #21 |
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Delicate fingertips grasp the bottle of liquor that was begging to be drunk. With a quick swig from the bottle she finished it off. Belle glided from her chair and towards the door motioning with a finger to Dylan to follow. “We shall make our way to my town house in Willesden Green then” she said with a smile and a hand held out for his, ‘This is going to be an interesting night..’ she thought as she went out the door of The Tripper. Edited by Belle Dubois, Friday, 23. May 2014, 07:20.
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| Dylan Ford | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 08:21 Post #22 |
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Dylan held the door to the woman and led her down the block. He rarely parked outside the tripper and Belle might notice they passed the parking lot twice before he led her to his van. It was not a pretty thing, and old utility van, with heavy tint on the windows. Inside the Van was dark, when Dylan turned the key, she may have caught a glimpse of the mattress in the back of the van. There were a few trash cans, with various cleaning supplies, a couple of boxes of .45ACP ammo, and two guitar cases, and a wanted poster with Dylan's face on it. Dylan made no comment of the odd supplies, simply asking her for directions to her place. |
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