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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 3, 2009 5:42:16 GMT -8
Leon watched those leave, and even gave a smile and wave to Katsuri as he left, but when they where gone he looked back at Gabriel. Standing up he would walk over to the door, thinking before finally turnign around.
"E't cyo oac frah ouin dymgehk du so bibem. E syo pa dnyehehk oui, pid E tuhd tu yhodrehk fedruid ihtancdyhtehk cusauha. Yndrin ec hud uha oui lyh ryja vun ouin Pmylg Ghekrdc."
Leons information network went far, and wide. He had connections to alot more of the underground gangs than people mite think. Being part of two of the most natorious in New York at one time usually gives someone enough reputation to be known by the other gangs, and being as powerful as him, he could get information easily.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 3, 2009 7:21:49 GMT -8
Ahh this was the moment of truth and concidering it'd become much harder considering the bouts of pressure from Leon and Katsuri. Gabreil however thought fairly well under pressure. And here in this instant he'd work quickly.
Coming to a stand Gabriel paced himself towars Arthur standing overhim whilest keeping a look out. With one hand he'd pat the boy's wounds while the other slipped a card with his information on it. The slight of hand.
"In good time Arthur, in good time." Gabriel said before turning to walk out.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 3, 2009 7:56:20 GMT -8
Arthur would groan, and his mind would be woken from the drug haze it was in. Having a card with sharp edges forced onto your raw skin, if it could even be called that, was very painful. Arthurs hand shot up to grasp Gabriel, intending a much stronger discharge current then the hijack current he used before. Not liking the feeling of the card against his skin at all.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 3, 2009 11:50:42 GMT -8
Gabriel would feel the volt shock through his skin and into the nervous system as it rode the way up his spine leveling him to his knees. Gabriel bit down furiously to reverse the feeling.
"Let go Athur..." Gabriel would try to say in a pained voice.
He would breath for a few moments thinking this through before standing. If by this point Arthur didn't release his grip, "LET GO NOW Arthur!" A fist would fire hitting the boy in the gut quickly.
No leniancy would be there, simply the force.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 3, 2009 17:23:25 GMT -8
Arthurs hand would relinquish the grip it had on Gabriel only after the fist had connected with his gut. Causing his hand to just drop by the side of his bed loosely, however since Arthur was still live, the entire bed frame ended up having an electric current flowing through it. Arthur didn't care at this point, he was just letting the juice flow, built up excess energy being discharged.
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