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tampered2007-11-10 12:50 pm
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Log - Ongoing, Backdated
When; November 10th, early morning.
Rating; PG13 for violence and strong language; will most likely progress to an R.
Characters;Mort Rainey John Shooter ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
written_rancor and George Lass reaping_havoc.
Summary; George discovers the truth, and Shooter just can't have that.
Log;
Shooter had no problem finding young Miss Lass; the fact that the two lived in the same building was remarkably good fortune. It was very nearly laughable, in fact, though the writer's face was cold and showed no hint of humor as he descended the stairwell leading to the appropriate floor. Stepping out into the hall, he walked with a single-minded purpose, giving a careful but brief glance at the apartment number of every door.
290, 292, 294, 296...
He gave her fair warning. She couldn't say that he hadn't.
298, 300, 302, 304...
And to think, things could have turned out so much more pleasantly if the girl would've just left Mr. Rainey's best interests to John. He knew the man better than anyone else, rest assured.
306, 308...
Hiding the stainless steel cooking knife taken from Mort's kitchen behind his back, he gave a polite knock on the door of apartment #310. Quickly, he moved to the side and pressed his back against the wall where he would be concealed from view once the door opened.
Rating; PG13 for violence and strong language; will most likely progress to an R.
Characters;
written_rancor and George Lass reaping_havoc.Summary; George discovers the truth, and Shooter just can't have that.
Log;
Shooter had no problem finding young Miss Lass; the fact that the two lived in the same building was remarkably good fortune. It was very nearly laughable, in fact, though the writer's face was cold and showed no hint of humor as he descended the stairwell leading to the appropriate floor. Stepping out into the hall, he walked with a single-minded purpose, giving a careful but brief glance at the apartment number of every door.
290, 292, 294, 296...
He gave her fair warning. She couldn't say that he hadn't.
298, 300, 302, 304...
And to think, things could have turned out so much more pleasantly if the girl would've just left Mr. Rainey's best interests to John. He knew the man better than anyone else, rest assured.
306, 308...
Hiding the stainless steel cooking knife taken from Mort's kitchen behind his back, he gave a polite knock on the door of apartment #310. Quickly, he moved to the side and pressed his back against the wall where he would be concealed from view once the door opened.