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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 1, 2010 13:34:37 GMT -5
*Sees crawl come across the monitor as she's preparing to leave the office........
"JULIE ART TRIES TO KILL HERSELF IN A MURDER SUICIDE ATTEMPT"
What the?!?!?!?!? She must have taken things into her own hands and shot Damie herself. Chal could never be so sloppy. Now this all makes sense.
*Grabs keys and heads for hospital*
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Post by QueenOH on Mar 1, 2010 14:40:53 GMT -5
*rest of the story in the news*
Ambulance where called today to the house of one Miss Julie Art. Reports say that Julie Art herself was taken away for an overdose. Police arriving at Julie’s house at the call of her son reported a man shot in the kitchen of the house. He was also taken away to Hazerville General. The police at this time are not releasing names, but neighbors interviewed said that they know the man to be Mr. Reignman. The gun used to shoot Reignm was owned by Julie and her prints are the only one on the gun. At this time a motive is not known.
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 2, 2010 9:28:37 GMT -5
*Hears Juicy screaming and finds her down the hallway*
Damie: Figures it would be room 1908
*Walks in and looks at Juicy hooked up to a number of monitors. Damie shakes his head in disbelief temporarily forgetting the info that Chal told him*
Damie: What... what is going on with you? *Still looking at monitors* how did you end up here? Are you alright? Where are the kids... The kids are still with your family. You are going to have to keep them for at least a month 1/2. That is how long it will take for me to get better. They are sending me to another facility to get well. I'm very, very sick. My, um, blood is lethally low. |
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Post by DamieQue™ on Mar 2, 2010 14:03:02 GMT -5
Your blood is low? *Scratches head* I don't get it - have you been dating a vampire or something? How could your blood be "low"?
*Begins to wonder if Juicy is scamming him, insurance, and the hospital. Doesn't know what to think*
I mean you look well enough... are you really going to need a month in here?
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Post by Kyng of JDs on Mar 2, 2010 14:09:51 GMT -5
*Hears Juicy screaming and finds her down the hallway*
Damie: Figures it would be room 1908
*Walks in and looks at Juicy hooked up to a number of monitors. Damie shakes his head in disbelief temporarily forgetting the info that Chal told him*
Damie: What... what is going on with you? *Still looking at monitors* how did you end up here? Are you alright? Where are the kids... The kids are still with your family. You are going to have to keep them for at least a month 1/2. That is how long it will take for me to get better. They are sending me to another facility to get well. I'm very, very sick. My, um, blood is lethally low. *Walks in* *Whispers in JA's ear* If your blood was lethally low you'd be dead. *Leaves singing* and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama |
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 2, 2010 14:16:00 GMT -5
The kids are still with your family. You are going to have to keep them for at least a month 1/2. That is how long it will take for me to get better. They are sending me to another facility to get well. I'm very, very sick. My, um, blood is lethally low. *Walks in* *Whispers in JA's ear* If your blood was lethally low you'd be dead. *Leaves singing* and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama Buahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha!  |
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 2, 2010 14:16:46 GMT -5
Your blood is low? *Scratches head* I don't get it - have you been dating a vampire or something? How could your blood be "low"?
*Begins to wonder if Juicy is scamming him, insurance, and the hospital. Doesn't know what to think*
I mean you look well enough... are you really going to need a month in here? Dammit Damie, aight! I'm going to rehab, ok! For prescrib meds, alright! damn! |
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 2, 2010 15:08:14 GMT -5
*walks in Julie's hosptial room just as she's admitting her drug addiction to Damie. Because Damie's back is to the door and is blocking Juicy's line of sight, neither notice her. She quickly backs out but stays close to the door so she can hear the rest of the convo*Damie: What? When did this start? You mean you've been talking care of my kids high?  Julie: No, it was never like that. I'd never put the kids at risk. You should know this. Damie: What I know Pookie is that I can't trust you. I can't believe you would do this...... *Damie wonders if the truth about the twins is what pushed Juicy over the edge**91 pulls out her tape recorder to capture whatever she can of this conversation*
*Thinks to self* Juicy's in a sad state. She'll probably try to implicate me in the shooting as reckless as she is right now. I need her quiet for a while...... *91 sees a nurse preparing Julie's med tray and remembers her from a job interview a few months earlier. 91 remembers that she turned her down because she seemed a little shady.....*91: Keisha, is that you? Keisha: Miss 91! What are you doin here? 91: Visiting Miss Art. Shame about how things turned out. Keisha: Yeah, lemme tell you all about it *Keisha proceeds to fill 91 in on all the details of Julie's admission*
91: Keisha, would you be interested in an opportunity? Keisha: You know I'm always down for a chance to help out. Whatcchu need? 91: Miss Art seems confused. Maybe some rest would do her some good. Some good long rest if you know what I mean. *eyes sedatives on cart*Keisha: *Catches 91's drift* Oh yeah....well you're probably right. She HAS been rather irratic. How much rest were you thinking? 91: 1-2 days should get her back on track. Do you agree? *slips 10 Franklins in Keisha's pocket*Keisha: Yeah Miss 91. You right. Let go make her more comfortable right now. *Keisha wheels the cart into Juicy's room and gives Julie all her prescribed meds but hangs a new IV bag containing an untraceable sedative* Keisha: Mr Que, it's late and visiting hours are ending. Maybe you want to come back tomorrow? Julie: Yeah Damie, I'm not being transferred until tomorrow afternoon. Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm suddenly very tired.......... *91 slips down the hall and out before she's seen*
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Post by Kyng of JDs on Mar 2, 2010 15:30:27 GMT -5
*returning with some munchies from the cafeteria*
K: '91!!
*91 begins running*
K: 91 YOU KNOW YOU HEAR ME. QUIT RUNNING!!
*91 dips around the corner*
*Kyng walks into room with Damie about to go*
K: The hell you think you going?
DQ: Visiting hours are over and..
K: Naw. Sit down. *blocks exit*
Keisha: Sir, visiting hours are over.
K:*turns to Keisha and attempts to insert a Grant* This should fix it.
*when he pulls his hand out, a wad of big-faced-hunnets hit the floor*
*Keisha and Kyng make eye contact*
JA: Kyng, did you say 91 was....*out*
*Kyng looks back at Keisha and closes the door*
K: the fuck you do to my e-mother.
DQ: I gotta go
K: Sit down. That is no longer a request.
Keisha: ummm nothing, I just gave her something to rest...
K: Who paid you?
Keisha: nobody, thats my take home from the Gritty Kitty.
DQ: You dont work at the gritty Kitty. I go there every...I mean...I have never seen you.........
*awkward silence*
K: What he means is that you dont have enough Grit to be at the Gritty Kitty.
DQ: Yeah, that's what I was trying to say.
K: I am only asking once more. Who paid you?
*in an arrogant tone*
Keisha: THE SAME WOMAN WHO IS PAYING YOU!
K: *embarrassed that this little tidbit of info got out opens the door* Get out.
DQ: 91, huh?
K: Drop it and tend to your ex-wife. She was asking for you before she passed out.
*Kyng leaves room to go to the bar across the street*
*p
Why is there a bar across the street from every hospital?
*P
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 2, 2010 15:37:49 GMT -5
*p*
Kyng, I so e-hate you right now......LOL
*p*
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 2, 2010 15:44:24 GMT -5
LMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! My first e-born! I e-luv you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 2, 2010 23:36:14 GMT -5
Chal's car pulls up to the hospital as 91 exits. She goes inside to admissions and slides a hundred dollar bill across the desk.
Chal: Julie Art, please.
Adm: 1908.
Chal: Figures.
Chal goes upstairs to Julies room. As she approaches, she sees Kyng walking down the hall looking preoccupied.
Chal: Sup, roomie? Haven't seen you in a while.
Kyng: You are not my roomie.
Chal: That case of cash you accepted says otherwise. How's Julie?
Kyng: Like you care. You think I don't know you gave her those pills?
Chal: You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
Kyng: What?
Chal: I put them in her hand, Kyng. Not her mouth.
Kyng: Whatever. Why are you here? To make sure she doesn't rat you out?
Chal: I could care less. Technically, she didn't get them from me. I never touched them. Why are we arguing?
Kyng: (yells) BECAUSE YOU ARE THE REASON I ALMOST LOST MY e-MOTHER!!!!!
Chal: No, 4 pills and half a bottle of wine is why you almost lost your e-mother.
Kyng: Wait, how did you know.....
Chal: Very touching scene in the bathroom, Kyng. Almost looked like you cared. Now I've done what you've asked. Damie thinks 91 and Julie wants him gone. He thinks that one of the twins is his. He's all confused right now and withe a little more pressure, I know I can break him. Time to move on to the next step. I'm tired of waiting.
Kyng: (looks around) Shut up, Chal. Not here. Not now.
Chal: If not now, when? I'm sick of this rinky dink lil town. I've done my part. I tracked to heffa here. I scouted the town and let you know when it was safe to come. I've knocked off anyone who would stand in yoour way of getting to her. And I've caused bad blood between damn near all of these hicktown dwellers. Man up, Kyng. This is YOUR mission. YOUR vendetta. Not mine.
Kyng pulls Chal into an empty room.
Kyng: I'm not ready, ok.
Chal: You've fallen for her, haven't you? All those years of hating her for abandoning you, and now she's twisted you around her little finger. All it took was a house and a car. Really, Kyng? I mean, you just gonna let her buy you off like that?
Kyng: No one is buying me off. Now that I know her, I'm just not sure, ok.
Chal: You know, Kyng, the time is gonna come when these folks will realize that not only do we know each other, but we're actually working together. When that time comes, YOU got some 'splaining to do. I owe these country folks nothing. Call me when you ready.
Chal leaves Kyng standing in the dark room as she makes her way down the hall to Julie's room.
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 3, 2010 11:00:40 GMT -5
* bravo Chal!*
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Post by Kyng of JDs on Mar 3, 2010 11:39:22 GMT -5
*P
Chal, you need some toilet paper because that was the tish.
*p
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Post by DamieQue™ on Mar 3, 2010 12:05:05 GMT -5
*p*
LOL - Chal implicating everybody... $h!t this is better than Shutter Island... don't nobody know who to trust now
*p*
*Damie finishes up his conversation with Julie, and then leaves out*
That's the 3rd time 91 has been implicated in some sort of plot around me. First it was her trying to control the company, then it was Julie telling me about the e-life insurance policy, now Kyng has let slip that she was involved in Julie's poisioning at the hospital. It's time that me and 91 had a conversation.
*Drives off to a private parking garage and leaves the car and takes other mode of transport en route to 91's house*.
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 3, 2010 13:35:15 GMT -5
*p*
My capital, my company and at this point it's an ALLEGED poisoning. LOL
*p*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Mar 3, 2010 13:40:26 GMT -5
*p*
My business plan, my strategy, MY company, you're just an angel investor, and maybe it's alleged, but yo name done came up one time too many for me to ignore. So I'll be by directly to "see" you.
*p*
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 3, 2010 13:43:33 GMT -5
*p*
walk over, limp back ninja! LOL
*p*
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 3, 2010 13:47:58 GMT -5
*91 thinks to self*
That damn traitor Kyng. I can't believe he called me out like that! Well, at least I bought some time to cover my tracks. Julie should be out for a while.
*retires for evening but not before triple bolting the doors, setting the alarm, activating the infrared beams, and setting the hounds loose on the estate*
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 3, 2010 13:48:25 GMT -5
*p*
curtsies
lol
*p*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Mar 3, 2010 13:51:03 GMT -5
*p*
Where are you at right now anyway?
*p*
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 3, 2010 13:52:07 GMT -5
*p*
I'm at my house "unaware" that I am about to be visited
*p*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Mar 3, 2010 13:52:29 GMT -5
*p*
Ah I see you're at home. Very well. Expect a visit soon ninja.
*p*
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 3, 2010 13:54:04 GMT -5
*P*
you guys are nuts. lol
*P*
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Post by T-Rex91 on Mar 3, 2010 13:57:01 GMT -5
*p*
and uh yeah Chal.... I sent someone to talk to you about why this ninja is Lazarus all of a sudden. You got some splainin to do!
*p*
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 3, 2010 14:07:07 GMT -5
*P*
um, see what had happened, right...... to be continued. lol
*p*
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 3, 2010 15:05:16 GMT -5
*p*
Dying laughing in!
*p*
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 3, 2010 15:10:51 GMT -5
*p*
Dying laughing in!
*p*
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 4, 2010 13:48:50 GMT -5
*comes to from being asleep. The doctor walks in and hands me the discharge papers. There is a car waiting to take me to rehab. I try calling Damie again, get no answer. I text him a message of where I'm heading, and I send one to Work too just so they know exactly where I will be (i.e. the rehab is at non-disclosed location). I throw on some shads and a hat because I know the press is outside. I make my way to the car and get swished away to rehab.*
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 4, 2010 14:27:17 GMT -5
*Heading towards Julie's room, Chal sees the doctor go in so she turns and leaves. Sitting in the car, she tries to calm down after her confrontation with Kyng. Her phone rings, unknown flashes across the screen.*
Chal: What?
Voice: 91 wants to know why Damie's still breathing.
Chal: Tell 91 I don't do peons. She got something to say, she can get at me herself.
*ends call*
I don't need this right now.
*calls Damie. no answer. dials again. no answer*
Shyt!!!
*dials once more. gets voicemail*
Damie, it's Chal. Call me back. It's urgent.
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