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Post by ruth on Dec 23, 2008 12:26:24 GMT -8
Ruth's mouth dropped open. "...Oh my God...You're PREGNANT!?! No, I won't poison your food. If I wanted you dead, I'd have shot you outside. PREGNANT???" She rushed into the kitchen and came back with a plate of sandwiches. She loosened Amy's rope enough for her to be able to eat. "Congratulations, by the way..."
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 23, 2008 12:29:12 GMT -8
Amy stared. She gawked even. "What side are you on?!" though the sandwiches looked pretty good to her. "Well, thank you...?" She took a bite and said, "Thanks...I haven't even told Marco yet."
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Post by ruth on Dec 23, 2008 12:41:30 GMT -8
Ruth grabbed a sandwich and started eating, gun in her other hand. Sweetly, she said, "Dear, how was I supposed to know you were pregnant?"
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 23, 2008 12:55:16 GMT -8
Amy stared. "Well, I would think maybe the pregnancy tests would have given off some sort of clue..."
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Post by ruth on Dec 23, 2008 13:56:09 GMT -8
"Uh....didn't quite notice that...." Ruth was now embarassed, and not feeling quite so sweet anymore. She finished her sandwich and picked up the gun again. "Hurry up and eat," she snapped.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 24, 2008 11:22:48 GMT -8
Amy set her sandwich down, feeling queasy. "I'm done. Could I use the restroom please? I think I feel a wave of Morning sickness." She held her stomach as she waited.
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Post by ruth on Dec 24, 2008 11:29:16 GMT -8
"Sure...whatever...." Ruth wasn't so sure of herself anymore. She had to be pregnant....and a lawyer....God this sucks... She continued reading, wondering what she was going to do next....
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 24, 2008 11:40:53 GMT -8
Amy raised an eyebrow, and untied her ankles herself. Walking to the bathroom, she closed the door and locked it before throwing up in the toilet. She looked up and saw a window. Glancing over her shoulder, she carefully climbed out, making sure no pressure was on her stomach. Once outside, she noticed that the house was blue. Interesting She knew that she was a mile away from the grocery store, and her car, so she started running that direction.
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Post by ruth on Dec 24, 2008 12:00:18 GMT -8
Ruth sat and waited, still reading. She heard Amy throwing up, and continued reading. After a while, the noise stopped and Amy didn't come out. Ruth curiously got up to check on her, and saw the empty restroom and open window. "Crap...." She muttered. She picked up her gun, and headed out the front door. She saw a sillouhette of someone running. Ruth hopped in her car, and sped to catch up...
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 24, 2008 14:18:15 GMT -8
Amy heard a car behind her, and she decided to run away from the road, weave through people's yards. She kept looking back to see where Ruth was.
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Post by ruth on Dec 24, 2008 14:56:23 GMT -8
Ruth was gaining, and saw Amy start to cut through people's yards. Without missing a beat, Ruth turned after her, putting her foot on the gas pedal, speeding through yards, plowing down fences. Ruth was bent on getting her prisoner back. She didn't want to kill her, just take her back home. Ruth kind of enjoyed the company...
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 24, 2008 16:03:09 GMT -8
Amy couldn't believe her eyes. She belongs in a mental institute....
She ran out of the last yard, and cut across the street. She saw the grocery store up ahead, and saw her car close by. She looked back again. She wouldn't make it.
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Post by ruth on Dec 24, 2008 16:41:44 GMT -8
Ruth swung into the grocery store parking lot, screeching to a halt. She hopped out, and ran toward Amy, gun ready. "Get in the car...don't dare try escaping again..."
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 24, 2008 16:51:58 GMT -8
Amy stopped. Damn it.... She sighed, and climbed into the car. "It was worth a shot. I got some fresh air at least." She looked out the window, and thought about Marco once more.
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Post by ruth on Dec 24, 2008 16:55:44 GMT -8
"Yes. Fresh air is nice isn't it?" She pulled up in her yard. "Go back inside. If you promise not to pull that again, I won't restrain you." She grabbed her gun and got out of the car. "Come on in," She said. "You go first, don't want to take any chances..."
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