Ben practically bounded out of his stuffy cubicle as the clock struck twelve. No sooner was he out of the room than was his tie hanging loose around his neck - he hated that thing. He grabbed his jacket as he left the office, (Channel 5 said that it would be a chilly Chicago day today) and slug it over his shoulder. As he walked to their usual meeting place, he spotted Rachel, Elle, Rosalie, and a man he didn't recognize.

"Hey, y'all." He said cheerily, his crisp voice pleasantly accented with a bit of a southern twang. "Lunch couldn't come at a better time. I'm starving." He said.

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Rosalie smiled at Ben.
"Hey, yeah, I'm starving, too. But we need to wait for Nate," she said to him, then walked over to the biker.

"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, you can," he said, and took off his helmet to reveal red hair and hazel eyes, both that matched Rosalie. "How 'bout I join you for lunch?"

"Morgan! Uh... Nice to see you? I guess you could join us," she said, and turned to her friends. "Guys, is it alright if my brother, Morgan, joins us?" This was said as both a question, and an introduction...

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Naomi ran down the sidewalk almost slipping in her heels. she ran past the group. " oh hold on, i just ran an errand for the boss." she said running inside their work place. about five minuets later she ran back out. " okay, i'm here..." she said trying to catch her breath. Naomi was a secretary for the head manager for their company. she smiled at everyone and said hello. she looked at the guy on the bike and shot elle and rachel a look. she walked over and whispered. " who is that?" she said eyeing him up and down. she nudged her friend in the arm. " you should go for him." she giggled. " he looks like your type." she said still smiling

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Nate glanced at the clock one last time, only to find that only one minute had passed. 11:47. "Albert Einstien was right." Nate muttered to himself. "Time really is relative." And at this moment, time seemed to have taken a potty break. Speaking of which...
Nate tentively poked his head above the cubicle walls and glanced quickly around. Good, no boss in sight. Quickly Nate snuck towards the bathroom. Once in he locked himself in a stall and took out his blackberry, and began texting. He did this in the bathroom because the boss had already caught him one too many times using it when he should have been working.
Texting in the bathroom was a good timewaster, and before long the agonizing minutes had passed. Nate slipped the blackberry into his pocket and unlocked the stall, but before he opened it some one else entered the bathroom. Nate froze. He knew those swagering, heavy foot falls, the shiney leather shoes, and the strong reak of supposedly high class aftershave. It was his boss. Nate's mind raced for solutions of how to get out of the bathroom without his boss seeing him. In addition to being caught goofing off in his cubicle, Nate had also been caught multiple times waiting for his breaks in the bathroom, where he couldn't be asked to do more work. What to do? Should he just rush out really quickly and hope the boss had a lot to drink this morning? Or should he wait and let the boss leave first? Nate oppted for the latter. Moving as quickly as he could without seeming in a rush, he grasped the door handle and swung it open. Just as he thoguht he was free his boss spoke
"Nate, I know that's you." The man said. Nate grimaced. "The next time I catch you in here, it'll come off your pay check."

"Yessir" Nate muttered. "Sorry, won't happen again." He slipped out the door and hurried as quickly as he could down the stairs. He broke into a triumphant smile as he burst through the doors and into the open air. He grinned to the group of people gathered and joined them.

She gave Ben a smirk as he showed up. "Cowboy," she muttered to him in response to the accent. Her attention was quickly turned, however, when she heard what Rosalie had to say.

"You have a brother?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at Rosalie. "I can't think of any reason for him not to join us. Should make things interesting."

Rachel scanned the group to see who was all there. Looked like everyone was accounted for. "Speaking of interesting, does anyone remember what pseudo restaurant we choose for today? Was it that burger joint a few blocks away?" In Rachel's defense, she'd slept since yesterday when the decision was made.

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Naomi pulled out her iphone and quickly looked up a place and then made reservations. " nope a cute little french parlor a few blocks away. " she smiled. " i've made reservations for us there. i know a short cut to save on time. come on this way." she led the group down an ally way.

( okay so now their in the ally way....whos the bad guy?)

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Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Ben gave a fond 'hello' to all of the newcomers, that is, except Rosalie's brother. He shook his hand, and eyed him as any man would eye a newcomer, but did not judge him. The more, the merrier. In response to Rachel's question, Ben shrugged.

"I know you're not asking me. Give me food, and I'll eat it. Burgers sound good to me."

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Morgan got off his bike, and joined the group on foot. Shaking Ben's hand back, giving a semi-friendly half-smile.

"I could care less where we eat," Rosalie said, and went on to follow Naomi to the parlor she had made reservations for. (does Naomi have a bio?) "With my life style, this is more like a midnight snack than lunch."

Rosalie had a habbit of rubbing the gloved palms of her hands together like they itched. It was a known habbit that she had been trying to break, and now was not succeeding in doing so.

Morgan, feeling he had no oppinion in the group, kept silent, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans and followed when they started moving...

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( yeah Naomi has a bio)

Naomi smiled at ben. " dear this place has everything." she said as they walked.

(sorry for the short post.... )

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~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

(Sorry... for a second I though Realyn was Misa.... *needs a nap in a bad way* lol! Really sorry!)

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((I need a nap to Eru. I do not recommended starting school at 6:30 in the morning to anyone sane! Okay, now for the bad men! muhahaha.))


Rachel watched Naomi work on her I-Phone. "What would we do without you, Naomi?" she asked smiling as they all started down Naomi's short cut.

It seemed to be a rather long ally as allies go. Once they reached the middle, the shadows being cast by the walls on either side made it rather dim. "Maybe we'll see Al Capone," Rachel said making an off handed comment.

Putting on a semi serious face, Rachel made a fake gun with her thumb and index finger. She put it up to the side of Ben's head. "Okay, wise guy, where's my money?" Rachel asked putting on a mock accent.

Bang!

Rachel jumped and turned to see where the sound had come from. She was just in time to see a body fall against the wall and then to the ground. A man walked up to the body and checked to see if the man was still living. Rachel's eyes grew wide when she discovered the source of the bang was the gun held in the living man's hand. Suddenly the man seemed to become aware of the group. He turned to face them and for a few second Rachel met his eyes then terror took over. She turned and sprinted back the way they'd all come.

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Elle blushed at what her friend said and as they walked she went beside the guy that had the bike. 'So are you older, or younger." she asked wen she heard the gun shot and shireked.

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When the gunshot sounded, Ben wasted no time. He'd worked around guns before (concealed handguns and licensed shotguns were a common safety measure down in the south) and immedietly knew what had happened - someone, though he didn't know who, was just shot. He instinctively put himself in front of the girls in the group, should the need arise for self-defense.

As they fled, he pulled out his worn razr phone and dialed 911.

"What is the state of your emergency?" an all-too chiper female voice asked him.

"We - my coworkers and I - just witnessed a murder." He said, amazed that he could speak clearly. "We're on... Wait..." He stopped, already starting to run. "He's coming. He's following us!"

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Naomi screamed at the sound of the gun shot she was knocked to the ground by ben when he ran in front of the group. " what was that." she said but then covered her mouth realizing the man who shot the gun was still there. she looked at ben then stood up everyone started to run. she pulled out her phone as well but then dropped it stumbling to the ground.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Nate took a couple moments just to breeze in the crisp, outside air. Sure, it was a bit smog filled and he could almost taste car exhaust, but at least it wasn't the dead, stagnant air of the office. Besides, the sun was shining, the weather was beautiful, and he was able to spend time with his friends. So far this was a good day.

BANG!

Nate nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the loud gunshot. He was sure he jumped at least a foot in the air. Growling every curse he could think of, he looked to the source of the sound. A man peered over what eerily looked to be a body, then reached down as if to feel for a pulse. For moment he was frozen, too amazed to move. Then the murderer glared at the group, at one point looking Nate full in the eyes. He began to run towards them like a charging bull. Next to him Ben was talking to the police, but had to stop taking to run away. Nate' heart beat frantically, and though he was running full speed it seemed like he was fighting his way through mud. His long legs gave him speed, but he stoped quickly when Naomi fell to the ground.
"Get up! Quick quick quick!" He commanded urgently, pulling her upwards. "Come on!"

Morgan had opened his mouth to reply to Elle's question when there was a sudden gun shot. He didn't even flinch, but looked up quickly to take the scene in. Instinctively he reached for something in his jacket pocket, but cursed when he realized when he had been reaching for... was left at his hotel room. There was no other choice but to run... from a guy with a gun who could shoot them in the backs.

Great.

Trying to think fast, he let the others run past him so he could take up the rear. Better him getting shot first and give the others time, if it came to that. But first he made sure to get a good look at the shooter's face. A chubby, bald, african american with a go-tee(sp?). And a broken-looking nose. With that picture in mind, and started running with the others.

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Rosalie had been so deep in thought, walking amid her friends, that at first the gunshot didn't register in her brain. She stopped suddenly when she heard Elle and Naomi scream. Quizically she looked up and took the scene in. A guy with a gun standing over what looked like a crumpled body, and then heading there direction. For a moment Rosalie just stood there, to afraid to move. It was when the others started running that she started moving, stumbling slightly, as she ran the direction they had come, away from this guy with murder in his eyes...

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