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manasa ([info]manasa) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2013-07-10 22:11:00


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Entry tags:dean monaghan, manasa

Carolyn sat at a table at a small outside cafe in Metropolis. Iota gave her a slip of paper with the cafe's address and a time on it and told her to be there. Had it been anyone else, Carolyn would have been suspicious, but she trusted Iota. Maybe Iota had a lead on a job. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

Carolyn ordered a cup of espresso and waited.



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[info]its_a_living
2013-08-12 11:58 pm UTC (link)
"I've been called worse," Dean says continuing to smirk, "Maybe. Though I prefer the shooting gallery."

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[info]manasa
2013-08-13 10:34 pm UTC (link)
"How about you help me with my firearms and I'll help you with sparring?"

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[info]its_a_living
2013-08-16 02:12 am UTC (link)
"If you actually care about learning to use firearms, sure we could definitely do something like that."

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[info]manasa
2013-08-16 11:16 pm UTC (link)
"I know how to use them," she said. "I just need more practice."

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