Price
Kamen Rider Strike 
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Post by Price on Sept 22, 2011 2:40:54 GMT
James sighed in contentment. All mine for a little while he thought, though he would use as much time as he could in that sound proofed hotel room.
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 22, 2011 2:43:19 GMT
After a bit, Mary stepped out of the shower and dried off her skin before putting on a bathrobe and drying out her hair. She then stepped out of the bathroom and back to her bed.
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Price
Kamen Rider Strike
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Post by Price on Sept 22, 2011 2:44:24 GMT
James stood to his feet, his muscles tensing as he sensed the moment draw near...
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 22, 2011 2:50:48 GMT
Mary laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She sighed once more and closed her eyes.
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Price
Kamen Rider Strike
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Post by Price on Sept 22, 2011 2:54:57 GMT
James smirks a bit and walks towards the mirror, looking at her form, She's mine now...
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 25, 2011 21:39:15 GMT
Half an hour later, the deed had been done. Mary laid unconscious in the shower, eyes covered by a makeshift blindfold.
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Post by Nago Baudelaire/Hikaru Kagawa on Sept 27, 2011 16:39:33 GMT
Nago was worried about Mary not having come back yet, or even having called to tell him it would take time. He didn't know where her hotel was, but having Hikaru do a search with the Gaia Library led him to an address.
He knocked on her door loudly, "Mary?" he called, "It's Nago."
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 27, 2011 17:14:16 GMT
No response from Mary. Or anyone for that matter.
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Post by Nago Baudelaire/Hikaru Kagawa on Sept 27, 2011 17:18:01 GMT
"Mary!" he tried the door.
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 27, 2011 17:20:08 GMT
The door was locked.
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Post by Nago Baudelaire/Hikaru Kagawa on Sept 27, 2011 17:21:12 GMT
Locked, no answer, something seemed wrong. He hit it harder, trying to get it open.
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 27, 2011 17:27:25 GMT
The door still wouldn't budge.
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Post by Nago Baudelaire/Hikaru Kagawa on Sept 27, 2011 17:31:23 GMT
Maybe she wasn't there. But what could keep her that long?
He called instead to make sure.
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Post by Mary Baudelaire on Sept 27, 2011 17:40:28 GMT
No response from it either.
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Post by Nago Baudelaire/Hikaru Kagawa on Sept 27, 2011 17:43:01 GMT
And if nobody heard anything, he wouldn't hear the phone inside, if it was...
He hit it harder and went down the front desk. She was supposed to be there. He had her room called.
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