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tinkertank❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?
➷ Pick A Muse
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➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!
➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!
Not. Gonna. Happen. Alsoyeshecantrollolol.
Date: 2013-08-03 12:06 am (UTC)Ah, sheez...
[Grimaced, from beneath the mask, skirting across the ceiling into the office and dropping down in quick order towards the desk. Okay, well if they knew he was here, that gave him less time-- better to just grab anything, and haul out. The window thing was irritating, but not the end of the world. The place still had vents; he'd learned a lot, 'working' at Oscorp.
As he didn't have time to browse through notes and folders, he went for the obvious; the laptop. That he quickly cracked the shell of; all he really needed was the hard-drive, and he wasn't taking any chances with trackers.
Such a pro here, guys!]
:l Mafia Boss Is NOT amused. He doesn't like Spiders much.
Date: 2013-08-03 12:40 am (UTC)It wouldn't take long for Giovanni to make his way to his apartment. The obvious place the boy would be was in his office. After all, all the 'important' information was there.
Just as he walked up to the door, he heard a crack. His laptop? Probably the smartest choice. There was definitely a tracker on there and his men would be on him in a minute if he left the building. Giovanni kicked down the door and didn't wait to shoot. He aimed at the area where he knew his laptop was and pulled the trigger.]