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Post by Artemis on Nov 6, 2004 23:53:49 GMT -5
Her ankle hurt from the way he was gripping it. It wasnt comfortable.Artemis wasnt expecting him to toss her anywhere but she opened her wings and glided. She noticed he didnt toss her into a stone or a tree.She came in a full circle and tackled Ashen.
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Post by Meg on Nov 6, 2004 23:56:08 GMT -5
Meg shakes her head and runs to her room.She was too upset to do anything.She felt fo bad for saying that she loved Allen but it was true.
When she got to her room she tok a shower and got dressed again and layed down on her bed.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Nov 6, 2004 23:58:01 GMT -5
The woman who is Peter smiles, "Good morning. I'm here from the building management. It seems that your building has lead paint. I need to get a sample from your interior paint."
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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 23:58:21 GMT -5
I fall back and land on the cold hard ground, staring forward. i had lost alot of blood and was getting alittle lightheaded. i shake my head agian, she had left the cell's door open. but even so, i couldnt get out. i reach up and try to pull the collar off, or tear it off, but it was too strong. i had to see her again, i knew she'd most likely avoid me after this, but i couldnt let her. she had to torture me...
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Post by Meg on Nov 7, 2004 0:01:03 GMT -5
After Meg had literally cried herself to deat she had put her sweatchirt on and walked in a small stride towards hte entrance of the ministry.Se had just walked past Allens cell.
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Post by Cephrien on Nov 7, 2004 0:03:18 GMT -5
Ceph stared at the woman and crossed his arms. "You got a license..? or a card?" He asked her with a smirk.
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Post by Allen on Nov 7, 2004 0:07:08 GMT -5
((erm. i dont see how that is possible but oh well))
i catch megs scent over the blood and look up, i try to get up and manage to get to the cells entrance before leaning agianst the wall. "meg...". i shake my head. "...come back here...", i glare at the open cell, i try to walk through it but only get to where my collar meets the middle of the door, then it stops me as if there was an invisible wall.
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Post by Ashen on Nov 7, 2004 0:07:54 GMT -5
The aura couldn't pacify Ashen enough for such a familiar scenario as this one.
Ashen bent at the waist, almost impossibly low, while stablizing with one hand, the other grabbed the neck of Artemis' shirt, or whatever she was wearing to that effect.
He used her momentum, and he changed her velocity, so that now, she would crash face first into the ground.
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Post by Meg on Nov 7, 2004 0:10:01 GMT -5
(whats now possible...?..and im going to bed...good night..)
Meg stopped and looked back at Allen.She retraced ehr stps and saw that allen was trying to get out of his cell but the collar her was wearing kept him from doing so.
"yes....?"
She asked Him impatiently.
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Post by Allen on Nov 7, 2004 0:11:41 GMT -5
i look up at her pleadingly, but saw she had stopped and a smile tugged at my lips. "... how?...". i look at her eyes, i knew i had to get out of here. if i didnt and they got word of her saying that, she could be in danger.
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Post by Artemis on Nov 7, 2004 0:13:37 GMT -5
Artemis sticks her hands straight out infront of her. The force of her hitting the ground was great. She heard a pop as she hit the ground, though it wasnt as hard as it could have been. She realized she dislocated her arm and while it throbbed, it didnt hurt. She simply rolled away and stood up. She looked at Ashen and popped her arm back into its socket with a grunt.
And you said you weren't strong. Liar.
She breath hard and smiles.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Nov 7, 2004 0:17:27 GMT -5
Kaze sighed, she watched the dragons work after being left alone by the rest of the rebels.
"I guess it's home then," Kaze turned and found a telebooth.
She teleported inside the metro, luckily they had one inside there. Sighing again, she saw few rebels at work, so she turned and walked down the dark metro finally stopping and sitting on the ledge, her legs dangling over the edge, just where the old trains would travel...
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Nov 7, 2004 0:17:42 GMT -5
Peter smiles and takes a card from his pocket. One of his equipment pieces is cards formed of the same nanomachines as his body. Their single purpose is to change their physical make-up to mimic that of offical documents, in this case business cards. The database of current cards updated as often as possible, allowing LIF members access to semi-offical areas. Security cards couldn't be mimiced but simple business ones could.
Handing the card, a perfect card from the housing department, to Cephrien, the woman smiles. "I'm sorry to bother you sir. This will literally take just a few moments. I just need a few chips of paint to test for lead levels."
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Post by Ashen on Nov 7, 2004 0:19:25 GMT -5
Ashen unbends himself and dusts of his clothing, which don't need it, its just a force of habit. That pacifying feeling was ever present, and it was annoying him at the same time it was making him less violent and aroused.
"I am not stronger, as I have been saying this whole time. If I were strong, you wouldn't be getting up from after the first swing, which you would've have seen at all, if I were as strong and as skill as I need to be." He said simply, breath coming easily to him.
She seemed to be tired, which was a pity. If she was this weak, then she'd never last a second against Damascus, and he himself hadn't even lasted that long.
"Do you feel that?" He said, commenting on the pacifying feeling washing over the meadow they were in.
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Post by Artemis on Nov 7, 2004 0:27:13 GMT -5
Artemis slowly breaths normally. She bends herself backwards, as if she is folding in half. She hears cracking sounds as she does this and is satified. She lets her legs ease upward so that they are straight up in the air.
Obvious you are stronger since I was the one out of breath. Stop betlittling yourself. And, for the record, if you werent as strong and skilled as you really are, you wouldnt be getting up. And, other than feeling hungry, I dont feel anything.
She lets her legs split apart until she hears the familar cracking sounds, then brings them back together to stands up straight again.
Are you going to take me out to eat? Or do you want to fight some more.
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