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[i][u]Location: Warehouse

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[u]Interacting With:[/u] 
[@unfallenangel] Grace 
[@Royzooka] Christi 
[@Mr_pink] Johnny. 
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Raylan found exactly what he was looking for. A long hook with a chain attached. It was just about perfect for his homework. He could easily use it lift, rip or do whatever he could up with. He was just about to reach for it when her Wings let loose with her Rolodex of hate. G-d knows the girl has some pent up frustration and he had it coming. Raylan couldn't blame her for stepping up but damn girl, why you gotta hit so hard?
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"What in the hell is with yall and the damn ditches!? Bars ain't got no ditches. Trust me I've tried to find em, kinda like you tryin to find a spine."[/color]Raylan shot back, his eyes locked on Wings. [color=a0410d]"Maybe you'd like me to be more like you, huh? Sit in the corner, only speak when spoken to? Naw I'm good Wings." [/color]He was a tad bit irritated but he couldn't help but smile a tiny bit. The girl was taken a stand, might be a pain right not but Raylan liked this  Wings more than the other one.[color=a0410d] "Ditches are more comfortable to wake up in." [/color]He muttered to himself. 

Raylan looked back at the hook and chain. He raised his hand and pulled it to him. He looked it over for a moment, checking to see if it was up snuff for what he wanted to do. When he was satisfied, Raylan paced around for a second, he needed to calm down before he took things took far. He placed the hook and chain on one of the tables off to the side, his hands soon followed. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He needed another smoke.