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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 23:33:14 GMT -5
i tilt my head down as she drags me back to my cell. i close my eyes and open my mouth, one of the holes already healed, the blood coming from the gash in my lip started to spill out oto the floor instead of oging donw my throat. i reach up and grab onto her wrist as we get to the cell. preventing her from leaving. i cough up more blood, dislodging the dried blood in my throat. "... what is wrong meg?,..."
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Post by Meg on Nov 6, 2004 23:34:08 GMT -5
"nothing..."
She said blushing and she looked away.
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Post by Artemis on Nov 6, 2004 23:35:37 GMT -5
Artemis frowns. Okay, he isnt weak. Time to step up her game. She had years on him. No to mention, her tail. She allowed her sword to be kicked out of her hand. The forces from which her hand was kicked hurt like hell but gave her the momentum to spin on her heel and bring her foot up for a kick to the face. And in case he happened to block her foot, her tail was lashing out at him as well, seeing as it was longer than she is tall.
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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 23:36:44 GMT -5
i keep a grip on her wrist and use my other hand to reach to my right and grab onto a bar in the cell, i pull myself to my feet, despite the pain and look up into her eyes sadly. ".me..". i clear my throat agian. "meg... tell me...". i look back at her, seeing she looked away.
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Post by Damascus on Nov 6, 2004 23:37:08 GMT -5
He grinned warmly at her at leap to his feet, gogin to the already open door. Usually, a gentleman always opened the door for a Lady. The door was already open...
He closed the door, then opened it and gestured grandly that it was the door was now open for her. It was silly, and he knew it. Maybe she would laugh at it, and that would just make his day right there.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 6, 2004 23:38:45 GMT -5
(Back)
The music dies down for the intermission between the second and third movement. I lean my head against Bassarov's shoulder and say "You know I'm not very big on art, and I don't like loud or twangy music... But this is beautiful. Why didn't we come here before?"
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Post by Julia on Nov 6, 2004 23:39:14 GMT -5
"I am fine, but I'm roasting like a pig up here. I won't complain since at least I don't have to deal with Peter."
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Post by Meg on Nov 6, 2004 23:39:38 GMT -5
"i...i...i..lov..."
She stoped talking and shook Allens grip off of her.Her face was now a really deep shade of red.anmd she turned aawy to avoid Allen seeing her.
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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 23:41:34 GMT -5
I use my other hand and reach out, grabbing her above my left. "... tell me". i look at her worried and sadly. i step forward alittle to get a better grip on her arm. "i will not let you go unless you tell me...". i look at her, trying to see her face. i knew that if she attacked me, i wouldnt stand a chance and would have to let go ,but i wanted to know
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Post by Cephrien on Nov 6, 2004 23:42:12 GMT -5
Ceph sat down next to her and wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Yeah.. i wouldn't worry about him..." He said. "I've encountered him before.. he isn't much of a threat to me.." He said and slightly smirked.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Nov 6, 2004 23:43:23 GMT -5
Peter kneels in the alley behind Mischa's building. He touches his glasses rim, seeming a scan pulse through the building. The result... is static? A second pulse gets the same result. Peter places a hand on the building and instantly understands.
This is lead paint... this building is not up to code. Lead, even in trace amounts, blocked scan pulses from Peter's glasses. The tiny energy pack in the glasses could only generate a light pulse. He would be unable to find them from out here...
Peter stands and activates a program he has not used for sometime now. The Light Sheild shimmers and reshapes. In a few seconds Peter appears to be a young woman with short brown hair and a conservative business suit with skirt. Burshing back his synthetically replicated hair, Peter walks out of the alley and towards the door that Julie disappeared into and knocks lightly.
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Post by Meg on Nov 6, 2004 23:45:03 GMT -5
Meg turned to face Allen and she stared deeply into his eyes.THere were already tears forming in her eyes.
"i-i...love you..."
She said.She knew that she wasnt allowed to like a prisoner but ever since she had first tortured Allen.SHe had felt kind of attacted to him.
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Post by Cephrien on Nov 6, 2004 23:47:17 GMT -5
Ceph turned to Julia. "Stay here.." He said and walked out of the attic. He walked up to the door and slowly opened it.
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Post by Ashen on Nov 6, 2004 23:48:07 GMT -5
Ashen, standing on one hand, grabbed her ankle with his free hand. He hadn't completed the spin from his kick, he saw her tail at the last second.
He brought down his leg, but he didn't have enough time.
Her tail caught him in the ribs and it hurt, but he gripped her ankle trighter.
That feeling of calm was still in him, but he was beginning to feel more passive, and he didn't even know why or where the feeling was coming from. So, he wouldn't try and hurt Artemis that much.
Still with her ankle in hand, and finally back on his two feet, he grabbed her ankle with both hands and flung her away, making sure to avoid trees or anything, so she wouldn't be really hurt. She'd just bounce a bit and maybe have some grass stains.
Where the hell was this passive feeling coming from?!
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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 23:52:56 GMT -5
i look at her, shocked and confused. how could she love me, i was a failure and a prisoner, she had just tortured me and enjoyed it... and i didnt deserve to have anyones love. i shake my head to clear my thoughts before looking at her agian. "but,... how?". i let my grip weaken alittle. *she could get fired just for saying that*. i shake my head slightly and look down, i hated seeing her cry, but i couldnt comfort her without putting her at risk. "meg...", he looks up at her sadly, yet also pleadingly... "torture me... give me pain.... anything.... just... ",
i glance down again. i cared greatly about her, that was just who i was... but she was a torturer.... how could she love a failure and prisoner like me?
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