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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 722633" data-attributes="member: 2561">James sniffles then snorts."Urk! Tastes like blood," he says, steadying himself upon his feet.He takes a tissue from his pocket and wipes the drying blood from his face and ears. He then staggers clumsily back towards the hotel."Holy mother of f<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />!" he says, realising its on fire, "I left all my s<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> in there!"He kicks the snow feebly, and groans quietly in disgust of the effort required to do so. He rumages through his pockets to find his car keys."Doc's rental's a bit fubar, how 'bout we all pile into mine? Plenty of room seein' as we don't have much luggage," he laughs bitterly but it comes out as more of a coughing fit, "I can't drive, someone else be kind enough to?"Before he gives the keys to whoever accepts them first he unlocks the Hum-Vee and checks the trunk for a first-aid kit. He'll give it to whoever can make best use of it before climbing into the front passenger seat, reclining it and turning the radio on."I'm ready when you guys are," he says and leans back, closing his eyes to get some rest.His eyes snap open again and as fast as a badly injured man can he makes his way to the enforcers' vehicles."They caused so much trouble, I think we take their stuff. F<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> 'em, their souls can rot in hell, no decent person would ally themselves with that guy for any amount of money," he says as he pilfers through whatever possesions they had in the SUV's.Once he's found everything of value and/or use he'll head back to pack the things into the Hum-Vee, a smug look written across his face should he find anything, and a rather irrate look should he find nothing. He discards the police revolver into the snow, not really entertaining the thought of keeping the weapon.</blockquote>

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