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halls of Valhalla
Jul. 1st, 2012 06:13 amWho: Vivian. Breacan.
When: Now.
What: On the run from Markus.
Rating: R for adult concepts.
Warnings: Talk of child killing.
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Trinidad. The south most island in the Caribbean. Eleven kilometres from the northern-eastern coast of Venezuela. Population – 1, 252, 800 and 1. The one was making her way through Pointe-a-Pierre. The town was known for the country’s largest oil refinery run by Petrontin it was not the refinery that interest the woman it was the Cara Suites she found her self heading for. The hotel was undergoing some modernisation but the people remained the same. Importantly the hotel was under going refurnishing funded by Edward ‘Marty’ Martel.
( “If you had listened to me I’d be stowing away on a ship by now. Sleeping. I’d be nice and comfortable, sleeping, in a shipping container or hidden in a ships hull; heading off into the sun set. But, no, I had to listen to you. Stupid.” )
