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Date Posted: 02.27
Author: Gia/Griogair
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Gia 's message, "Inside" on 02.27

(He held both hands out as soon as the gun was on him, the international sign for please don't put a cap in my ass. The man was easily taller than Skeeter, broader of shoulder and built like any other braw Scotsman, but he was asking for a measure of mercy here.. he wanted nothing more to do with this band of arses he had been a part of.) No.. (He said, shaking his head and looking down at Gia, speaking in gaelic for a moment, telling Skeeter that she was merely knocked out from a potent drug.. she would rouse from a smelling salt or a brief nap.. but he knew even as he spoke that the words wouldn't get through, it was just human nature to spit them all out anyways. He rolled his eyes after a moment and brought his hand up to his mouth and then pretended to slump a little, trying to pantomime that Gia had been drugged, tapping his wrist to indicate time and then holding up both hands agian, splayed to represent ten. She had been knocked out ten minutes earlier. He scratched his forehead, feeling oddly like a bad mime in a cartoon.) You.. (He said in english, pointing at Skeeter, then pointed at Gia.) Her.. (He waved his hands to indicate up.) Go.. we go. (He knew a bit of english, though only enough to make sure he could get a cab.)

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He frowned, unsure if he should be trusting this man but he wasn't hurting Gia. "Pick her up." He stated, motioning with the gun down to her and then back to the man before he really let it sink in that this guy didn't speak English, at least not very well. "Up..her..." he stated, motioning again. He didn't want to put his gun away and he needed both hands in case anyone came across them. "I have a car outside." He turned back towards the door, hoping the other man would get the gist of what he was trying to communicate. The hall was clear so he motioned the Scot to follow him out, carefully to keep his gun trained in front of him just in case there were to meet any opposition along the way. (NT) -- Skeeter, 02.27

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