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Post by aspiredeathe on Feb 20, 2009 14:19:54 GMT -6
Jean grimaced at the mention of Lab 5. He really, really didn't want to go there. Everyone had heard the rumours, at least, he'd heard what Mustang had told him. It was a sick and twisted place, he could see why Archer would go there. "You sure he's there?" He asked as casually as he could "Doesn't he have a phone we can reach him by?"
"You think anyone else got drafted?" He looked behind him momentarily, at the skulking figure that trailed behind him. It was a possibility, after all, he wouldn't have known Kimblee would be going with him if he hadn't run into the man.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Feb 21, 2009 9:26:29 GMT -6
Kimblee just chuckled at Havoc. "A phone? Are you serious? Technically, Lab five doesn't even exist. If he has a private line in there, he certainly didn't give the number to me. Nope...I'm afraid we'll just have to pay a personal visit to his little fun house of horrors."
He pondered the question of whether or not others were drafted. He had no clue. "Good question though...gotta wonder if anyone else is gonna be along 'selling spices'" he chuckled, "or whatever it is we'll be going undercover as."
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Post by aspiredeathe on Feb 21, 2009 14:37:26 GMT -6
Again, he grimaced. This was turning out to be a very bad day. He wondered why on earth Lab 5 was still not off-limits, didn't feel like asking Mr.Blow-up-alot, as he'd probably not know nor care. He adjusted his current direction,now heading towards the infamous lab.
"I'd prefer if we didn't have to sell anything, in the sense of not having to go at all." The blonde grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration of the coming mission.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Feb 22, 2009 8:02:28 GMT -6
"Yeah, well wishes in one hand and shit in the other...see which one fills up first. That's just life." he replied, although he sensed Havoc didn't necessarily need or want a response.
As they reached the section of the Base where lab 5 was located, Kimblee felt an uncomfortable shiver run down his spine. The cells were nearby, in the next building and his instinct was to bolt. He felt uncomfortable and sweat began beading on his brow. He hurried his steps and caught up with Havoc, not looking any too happy. His eyes flitted about nervously and he felt irritable. "Hurry up, lets get this over with. I can't stand this area." he mumbled, rubbing his wrists in an agitated fashion.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Feb 22, 2009 12:22:00 GMT -6
Jean felt the air turn colder as the entered Lab 5. Hearing footsteps catch up to him, he glanced to his side to see a rather nervous looking Kimblee. He couldn't blame the guy though, this place was creepy on way too many levels. "No arguing there. You know where he'd be?" He gestures for the lanky man to walk ahead, not really knowing this place so well. And he was thankful for that. "He better be here ya know. " He frowned at the dark and dismal path they walked down. All though, if he wasn't, they'd be able to leave quicker.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Feb 22, 2009 14:32:04 GMT -6
[Kimblee is running out of small talk here. Do we HAVE a Frank Archer on the board? Plus, I noticed there's a forum for lab 5. Maybe we sould make the next post after you reply to this one over there?]
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Post by aspiredeathe on Feb 25, 2009 13:36:50 GMT -6
[I have no clue on whether we have an Archer..I never really had much time to look >.> But yeah, let's head to Lab 5 ^^ I do have an idea, I'll PM you though ^^;;]
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