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Post by Ahriman on May 31, 2004 3:57:59 GMT -5
We enter the teleportation booth, and end up in Wisconsin. Right across the street from that horrible night club... Swarms of culturally deprived, and socially inept teenagers swarm the entrance.
"His name is meekers. And he's not dead, he was just sleeping. He sleeps deeply, since he is undead. We feed off each other."
I begin to imagine them all grinding against each other on the dance floor, as well as try to break dance. It sickens me. This should be fun.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 31, 2004 4:01:29 GMT -5
"That's a good idea, comrade, since I have no idea how the Chi-Kage are going to fend against the League, let alone a handful of mortals..."
We walk to his pad.
"We should try to draw them into bottlenecks, and strangle them."
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Post by Hayven on May 31, 2004 4:01:48 GMT -5
We enter the club which is smelly from the pulsating mob of teens. Like a blob or a reptile egg hatching, it throbs with its own strange body heat. It disgusts me to no end. A girl rubs her body against Ahriman and he seems a bit shocked.i have had enough of this.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 31, 2004 4:08:44 GMT -5
Bassarov heads back to his room with Mikko. He sits on his bed and starts to draw out some pretend plans that make no sense but seem important and as if he was considering them all day.
"Thanks for coming back here to plan with me, you have a strategic mind..."
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Post by Ahriman on May 31, 2004 4:08:57 GMT -5
This girl rubbing up against me irritates me, but maybe she can be a good feed.
"You're a good dancer, did you learn that move from your father?"
She takes this as me coming on to her, and leans further into me. I motion to kiss her neck, and sink my fangs into her jugular. Her blood tastes like turpentine. Her limp body falls to the floor, and nobody seems to care.
This is my hint that there is nothing I can do here other than mass slaughter that will entertain me.
"Since you all obviously need the lessons, I will now teach you how to dance."
I draw my handgun, and shoot a random human in the back. She falls hard on the floor, and reaches for her back.
"There you go, now you're dancing much better with no nerves running to your legs."
People begin to scatter.
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Post by Hayven on May 31, 2004 4:13:29 GMT -5
I grab my scythe and start to swipe down the humans as if they are winter wheat. I make long slashes, takeing out two or three people at a time with the long curved blade of my scythe. we should go out clubbing more often.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 31, 2004 4:14:20 GMT -5
I examine the plans he makes, and realize that they make absolutely no sense. I pat him on the back in an "A for Effort" sort of way.
"Thank you, comrade... Yours are... Plans..."
No matter how many times I look them over, they don't make sense in my head. I take them from him, fold them in half, and set them on the desk.
"How about we discuss something else, now?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 31, 2004 4:18:18 GMT -5
Bassarov blushes slightly, which he never does, but he is a little embarassed that his plans were not up to par.
"I...uh...nevermind...."
Bassarov tries to regain his collected charisma.
"Yes, as you see you are a much better battle planner than I. That sort of thing bores me...hmmm. Is there anything you wish to discus?"
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Post by Ahriman on May 31, 2004 4:18:48 GMT -5
"I think you brought a weapon better suited for this task than I."
I get jealous of Hayden's scythe, he looks like he's having fun.
Three clips later, the entire night club is empty, with nothing but Limp Bizkit's 'rollin' playing on the speakers. I shoot every speaker I see, but the sound continues.
"Make it stop!!"
I grab my head, and begin shooting random people who are already dead on the ground.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 31, 2004 4:22:34 GMT -5
"No worries, comrade... You excel in many other areas. You are very charismatic, and are the object of my jealousy and desire."
I grab his hand, and kiss his palm.
"Well, this is the calm before the storm. Maybe we should just rest, and hope for the best? I don't think there's much we can do..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 31, 2004 4:26:31 GMT -5
"Well thankyou...I appreciate that. I admire you as well....for your come-back-ability. And I do like this new body you have. In fact I prefer it...."
Bassarov says, acknoledging for the first time that this is indeed his dead friend.
"But we should get some rest then. School is taxing, so is planning...."
He touches his face and kisses him.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 31, 2004 4:32:18 GMT -5
I brush my hand across his cheek and return his kiss. I stand up.
"Alright, rest will do us both well... And thank you, you always were great at flattery."
I stand in the doorway, and look back at him.
"I love you."
I close the door, and head back to my quarters.
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Post by Kai on May 31, 2004 7:30:07 GMT -5
"Ok," Kai said to her, "I think I will come anyway, though, I already told my class that the french class starts at 9:00, so even if you are just going to intro us I will still come to see the order of how we are going to do things."
Kai looked up at the moon.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on May 31, 2004 10:16:39 GMT -5
Well alright, let's go to sleep now though. It's late. I stood up.
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Post by Lina Jinei on May 31, 2004 10:19:43 GMT -5
I started crying, thinking of how close we were and about being a vampire. Now only Jade can rescue Anna and Jacque.
When I could cry no more tears, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted into sleep.
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