the Mob

Clara glared at Vash. Her mouth turned into a sneer.

"Here," he said handing Vash some rope. "If she struggles anymore, you two'll have some....FUN, later on...." He smiled with an attractive grin.

Vash tied Clara stronghly with a rope. He double checked that it was tight and then got up.

Clara gaped. "The hell we will." she said struggling once again fear now finally settlig.

"Good." He said, picking her up by the rope. "Come on," he continued, dragging her to the cellar door.
He carried her down the stairs and left her in a corner. He took the left over swords and other weapons she might use, and left her.
At the door, he said: "Sleep tight, whore."

Clara growled struggling against her bonds. She yelled in aggravation until her throat was soar and she was exhausted. She soon fell asleep.

"So, What should we do with her?" asked Vash.

"Leave her for tonight."
He looked around the warehouse, looking for the suitcase full of drugs.
"Where's the scratch?"

(((Er, let me know when ya'll start like playing around with her again)))

Julia sat at the cafe and drank her coffe, slowly. All of a sudden she saw an ambulance fly down the street, towards the abandond house

"You didnt think I wouldve actually just sold the drugs did ya? The briefcase with drugs was an empty briefcase" said Vash chuckling. "Now this is the real thing..." said Vash as he opened a large briefcase revealing lots of Mariwana inside.

~Maybe the cellar door was accidentally left unlocked....😖hifty:
-Crack Boy, hoover~

"Good. We could use this to draw out some of my, 'ascociates'-death'll be in the air tonight. You deal?"

~"You deal?" = slang, "You dig it?, You up to it?"~

Clara groaned. She was actually laying on her side.

"Yep, Fully dawg" answered Vash

~That sounded so lame 🙄

~"Dawg" wasn't proper slang in the '50's. Oh, and Marijuana is how you spell it. 😛
-Crack boy, hoover~

"Good. Come on, let's go," he said, getting on the motorcycle.

Clara kicked the wall trying to make as much noise as possible.

"... Is she like trying to break the wall by kicking it or something?" asked Vash.

"No dumbass." she yelled. her voice cracking. "Damn you both to hell."

"Damn it all to HELL." He said, as he got off the motorcycle and-BAM.
The warehouse door blasted in, and about thirty cops ran in guns drawn-a raid.

Clara screamed. "Help me!"