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Post by Spirit of Autumn on Dec 29, 2004 23:00:40 GMT -5
"I am sorry that I left you Damien. Here, let me help you." I walk over to him and heal his wounds.
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Eliza Cady
Senior Member
Feminist Leader
This woman will NEVER serve under a man.
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Post by Eliza Cady on Dec 29, 2004 23:01:06 GMT -5
Great! You'll love Helsinki. They have some great places to chill at.
They come to a room with PERSONAL ONLY written on it. Eliza punches in a number and the door opens. In side it looks like a tattoo palor: several plush, red, reclining chair sit in various places with black stools next to them. Eliza led Stephen to a chair then went to a desk and pulled some things out: a tray of ink, guaze, her favorite tattoo gun and a plastic wraped needle.
Have a seat. So where you want it and what do you want? Most of us get it on the arm or the chest. Since our name is "Last Wave" most of us get a sea animal. Dolphins riding a wave, fish, mermaids, coral reefs, you name it, I can do it.
She places the things on a tray and sits down.
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Post by Alister Watanabe on Dec 29, 2004 23:04:45 GMT -5
Alister leaps backwards, and with the edge of his naginata, he sweeps her flame imbued sword to the ground.
"I will not. I am finally beginning to understand my curse, and perhaps more able to control it. Sayuka, this curse, it changes me. It was not I who assaulted you, but my demon counter part." He states, wondering if he should just go back.
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Post by Roane on Dec 29, 2004 23:04:49 GMT -5
The rain finally stopped and she laughed quietly. She bit her lip and rubbed his arms as he held her infront of him.
Yes. It would be good for us to help the green party become more organised. We seem all over the place with no direction sometimes. I think we should try to help Toivo as much as we can. He is a busy man...
Roane is still a bit sad that Autumn tried to in a way seduce her love but he was hers and she knew he would never stray. They had a bond even mother could not break so who else would dare?
Where did they say the were going again?
She turns and stands beside of him taking his hand and begins to walk. She looked at her wet clothes and wondered if Grove felt uncomfortable. She enjoyed being wet but realized she was the reason they were soaked and began to laugh.
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Post by Helene on Dec 29, 2004 23:31:31 GMT -5
Is is and he is probably waiting for you. Eliza will understand. She is the romantic type.
Helene lays back on the sand to look at the sky.
I don't deserve half the things I have in this life. I dont deserve my wonderful sister or my fiancee. I dont deserve wonderful friends. I deserve a swift kick in the ass and a bullet to the back of my head. Thats what I deserve.
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*Lady Blue*
New Member
Magical Being
I fight for freedom, not just for myself but for all Mankind.
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Post by *Lady Blue* on Dec 30, 2004 0:07:37 GMT -5
A misty darkness settles down on the Bejing headquarters of Red Infinity. The entity without a name had been drawn here, after it's so long since it wandered... the magic of it's prision had slowly stolen away all it has learned, all it managed to gather. It must refresh itself.
The receptionist in the main lobby is not suprised when the door opens. People came into the building all the time. She is, however, suprised, when her identical twin walks past her.
She does a double take then watches the person walk around a corner. Wasting no time, the receptonist follows, and is suprised again when she finds two Red Sentries standing face to face. Since she knew that they didn't have any identical twins on staff, the receptionist was greatly puzzled.
The guard closer to her turns and looks at her, tilting his head in a puzzled expression. The silence is broken as the second guard begins to shout. The first guard snaps around like he'd been shot, starring wide eyed at the second guard.
Without a second glance, the first guard takes off, running at top speed. After a moment of suprised silence, the second guard and the receptionist give chase.
Ten minutes later the whole building is in chaos.
Guards passing each other in the halls, random workers being tackled and questioned.
In the middle of it all, one person stands in front of an office door. Lady Violet's office door. Tilting it's head, Dicoforas pushes open the door, and enters the office.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 30, 2004 0:40:10 GMT -5
Morning at the Siberian Forced Labor Camp. Breakfast. Freak Boy walks into the line, rubbing the sleep from his eyes... 5:00am is normally when he starts to fall asleep on the rare ocasions he actually sleeps. Needless to say, this does not bode well for Freak Boy's attitude today... real newsflash, right?
He takes one look at the slop on his tray and looks at the cook.
"What is this?"
"It's synthetic meat and pickles." the cook responded gruffly.
"It's crap, that's what it is. Where's the stuff I saw the colonel eating?"
"That's officer food. You're a prisoner. Do the math. Besides, we're all hungry here."
"I don't know... you look pretty well fed." Freak Boy said, pointing a finger at the cook's large stomach.
"Shut up and sit down!" barked the cook. Freak Boy turned around and began heading towards a table, then turned around and walked up to the cook again.
"Can I get some gravy on this?" he asked. In response, the cook flinged a sthingy full of gravy at Freak Boy's face. Freak Boy groaned and sat down, grumbling to himself.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Dec 30, 2004 0:51:44 GMT -5
Kautsky wakes up early. While he washes his face he thinks of Freak Boy and his plans for escape. Kautsky decides that he can not risk getting caught up in this. He contacts the head of the camp and tells them that Freak Boy plans to escape.
He then goes down to get something to eat. He spots Freak Boy and takes a seat next to him after getting a tray of food.
"How are you this morning, Freak Boy?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 30, 2004 0:53:17 GMT -5
"Pissed, that's how I am. You know, that cook is the rudest man I have ever met... how about you? What's goin' on?" he asked, poking the grey slop with his fork.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Dec 30, 2004 0:59:32 GMT -5
"Nothing really. For some reason, everyone here has been going easy on me lately. I take that as a bad omen."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 30, 2004 1:03:48 GMT -5
"Well, I guess that means one of two things. One; you're up for execution." Freak Boy said, patting his shoulder sympathetically. "Or, two; I've been giving the guards so much trouble, they've been monitoring me extra closely. I hope it's the second one."
Freak Boy picked up the pickle on his plate and ignored the slop blob. If he didn't know better, he'd swear the blob was moving... holy hell, it is moving.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Dec 30, 2004 1:04:36 GMT -5
"That could be, so your presence here is a good one...for everyone else."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 30, 2004 1:07:28 GMT -5
"Hey, if I must suffer so others may have it easier, then so be it. I can cope with torture." Freak Boy quirked a brow, watching as the sloppish blob started slowly moving off his plate.
"I think they're feeding the prisoners experimental food..."
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Dec 30, 2004 1:09:56 GMT -5
"I have been here nearly seven years and feel in good health. I have adjusted to the food well enough. I suppose you will as well."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 30, 2004 1:11:55 GMT -5
"I think I'll just eat the pickle." Freak Boy said, not taking his eyes off the moving blob. (think Meatwad from ATHF without the eyes.)
Freak Boy didn't take his eyes off it until the doors opened and the camp head, Colonel Peron(forgive the historical reference) walked in.
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