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Assignment 01 - Paco CastorPaco stretched out in his living room. He couldn't for the life of him find something to do. The kids were being entertaining themselves, which was bittersweet. Connor was working. Again. Consequently, Paco was bored stiff. He had been for quite a while and his interview with Dean rung fresh in his mind. The Mexican pushes out his lower lip and sneered in disgust. He hated that Dean, his own leader, had though he, Paco, was anything less than par. At that moment, a tiny bell dinged in the back of his mind. "That's it!" He said to no one in particular, though two pairs of brown eyes looked quizzically up at him as if to say "What's it, PAssignment 01 - Paco Castor


Fine-Primo InterviewThin streak of smoke flowed from the cigarette and out of the open window. Sergeant Skye Baumgartner, Joseph Estrada began as he read the papers in his hands, age 26, date of birth 1st of November, occupations are a storage worker and a boxing teacher, worked in a military for 5 years... And you joined when you were 18? He sounded suspicious. The woman sitting before him in a old wooden chair grinned, oozing confidence without being cocky.Fine-Primo Interview
Yes, sir, she agreed while brushing her black short hair back with her palm, I did. And then you quit, Mr Estrada c


FinePrimo Interview-Psalm 23:4 Walking a scaffolding 60 floors in the air was exhilarating. The wind shook the hallow metal pipes, the wooden beams that lay across the skeleton of the buildings mock cat walks buckled against the wind blowing. Yet the Italian born Priest walked these beams. Confident in his cat like balance, his lack of fear and that GOD just didn't want him dead. Stopping at a corner, he gave a soft sigh as the wind made his long black cassock billow behind him. Mammons hair, tied in a pony tail, whipped about, strands leaping into his face now and again at the playful banter of the wind. Though, his thoughts were elsewhere.FinePrimo Interview-Psalm 23:4


Interview: Beasts In Repose.Abraham Caparelli enjoyed his alcohol, though recently in a sparing manner. He got a small glass with ice cubes and filled it half with bourbon - instead of whiskey - and half with fresh, spring water. Bourbon & Branch. While Bourbon was an American creation, it was still a deliciously sweet contribution to the whiskey family and Abraham lavished his pallet in it. He liked it straight or mixed with something - water, or whatever the bartender suggests. This was his only drink, excluding wine, in four or so days and it was a meager drink in comparison to some others he could have salvaged from his old stash. As far as wine went, he drank his rInterview: Beasts In Repose.


Fine-Primo InterviewIt had been a bit difficult sleeping that night, especially knowing that he was going to take the plunge back into the world he had tried so hard to escape. The very thought of doing it almost disturbed him, but at the same time, he was thoroughly excited, and he didnt know why. Maybe it was just because it had been so long for a year he lived a normal life, in a normal home in a not so normal city. That was what got him. Ever since the fall of Saint Corporation, the city had become thoroughly chaotic, and no longer having been employed in that business, he felt helpless to do anything, but at the same time wanted terribFine-Primo Interview
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Without Wax, TT
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Here I am, leaving out words.
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Human beings can always be relied on to assert, with vigor, their given right to be stupid.
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Without Wax, TT
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Human beings can always be relied on to assert, with vigor, their given right to be stupid.
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Human beings can always be relied on to assert, with vigor, their given right to be stupid.
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Don't settle for anything but first place.
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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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Don't make me shoot me... You won't like me when I'm dead.
I don't have the occasional gay moment, I have the occasional hetero moment.
Sheesh, get it straight... See, there's a het moment.
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