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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:32:53 GMT -5
(FRANK)
"I see... a descreet rebel..." he said.
Frank didn't have a shirt on, Kaieka destroyed it during their torture session. He looked up at Karina and after a brief pause, finally spoke.
"Do you think I could get some privacy?" he asked suggestively.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:33:25 GMT -5
"It'll heal. Just lay low for awhile amd for God's sake don't go antagonizing warlords! Next time you broadcast make sure you do it from an odd location. And I'm still looking foreward to that by the way."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:35:46 GMT -5
"If you want we can do that with my new system that broadcasts using the internet so Red Infinity can't find us." Freak Boy said. "I'm going to bandage up my hands so that flys don't lay eggs in them, as pleasant as that sounds."
Freak Boy went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He grabbed some bandages and wrapped both his palms in bandage, leaving his fingers open so they could remain mobile.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:36:03 GMT -5
Karina raised an eyebrow to this and smiled suggestivly.No problem. Ill get to your clothes. Hope you dont mind going comando. I dont know how to make underclothes. She gets up and walks over to the sewing machine.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:39:27 GMT -5
"Flies don't attack living tissue. And I hope your system works. That show was pretty fun now that I think about it." I light up a cigarette as I start to feel more or less human again.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 12, 2005 21:40:11 GMT -5
Frank didn't really mind "freeballing it". He made sure she was out of sight and then removed his clothes and climbed into this makeshift bath...
He sat soaking for a while, thinking about the day. He tried to literally wash the memories of Kaieka and his torture session in the ministry away. His ribs were healed, but the scar along his arms and chest, as well as both legs, would probably not be going anywhere for quite some time.
When he got out the water was a pinkish red. He towelled off and waited for Karina to show up with his new clothes...
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:42:40 GMT -5
"You've apparently never felt the wind blow through a hole in your hand... it's very unnerving." he said nonchalantly as he bandaged his hands up.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:45:34 GMT -5
"I've been shot plenty of times, I guess I'm just used to regenerating, that's all..." I state. "Bullets do hurt, but when you regenerate the wound you tend to get over it quickly."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:47:23 GMT -5
The silent wurr sound stop. Karina cut the last few strings away. She looked at the plain black shirt and OK'd it. It should fit him fine. She returns to the dollhouse and closes her eyes. Try the shirt on. Ill be back with the pants in 5 minutes. Sit in the chair or something... relax. She returns to the machine and the silent wurr sound comes back. Do you like it?
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:50:20 GMT -5
"Once again..." he began, as he hooked up the equipment to his new laptop. "Wind blowing through a bigass hole in your hand is VERY unnerving..."
He hooks the equipment up and gets things ready. Highway to Hell is playing on his station right now.
"I have a new theme song I play when I start up the show now. Wrote it myself." he says proudly, pulling out the tape and getting ready to broadcast after the AC/DC song finishes up.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 12, 2005 21:52:00 GMT -5
"Hey, this ain't a bad fit." he said with a smile. The fabric was coarse, but of course it was at his size. Still, it did fit him nicely...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:54:42 GMT -5
"Hey, I said I'm looking foreward to broadcasting but I'm tired right now. Could we do this tommorow instead?" I ask.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:58:07 GMT -5
"Yeah... I suppose. We do want to be at our best while bashing Red Infinity after all... We can do it tomorrow." he said.
He unplugged the mikes and put them back under the table.
"What do we do until then?"
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:59:53 GMT -5
Karina smiled and held up a mini pair of pants. She found her eyes were droopy. All the fighting and shooting was very tiring for her. She returns to the dollhouse and hands Frank the pants. I'm happy your pleased. Ill make you proper clothes when I get more fabric. But now, I'm tired. Without warning, she slides the dollhouse across the room into her bedroom and settles it next to her bed. Get some rest. She strips off her pants and shirt, lays in her bed and sleeps.
((sorry, but I've got two early exams and a paper to do tomorrow. Good Night))
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 22:03:11 GMT -5
"Well I plan to sleep this off, I'd suggest you do the same." I state. My fatigue begins to catch up with me again...
(I gotta make supper so I'll reply to your next post then I g2g)
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