|
|
Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 20:46:56 GMT -5
the next thread...
|
|
|
|
Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 2:26:44 GMT -5
"You're only bitter because poor little Iris doesn't love you. Isn't that right?"
I laugh again.
I'm not interested in Freakboy, doctor. If you care so much about him and his mental health...let's leave together where we can talk in private..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 2:28:27 GMT -5
Freak Boy all but lunges forward, arms outstretched to strangle Julia.
"You pregnant dog!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:28:51 GMT -5
I step forward and hold my arm out to block Freak Boy.
"Very well, Julia, if you will leave my patient be, I will go in his place."
|
|
|
|
Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 25, 2005 2:33:50 GMT -5
I sit and watch this fight as though I were watching an episode of Jerry Springer. I stand up, and take a few steps back, so's not to be injured by any shrapnel that may come out of either of them.
"Hey now, hey now..." Don't dreaaaaam it's oooover! No! Now is not the time to be singing, brain... I stand behind Freakboy and grab him by the waist, pulling him backwards.
"Yeah, maybe you two should just leave. You were always so good at causing fights, Julia..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 2:35:05 GMT -5
"Come on now, pregnant dog is such a strong word. Fine, we'll go. I'll teleport you back to my apartment and we can have a little chat."
I get up and walk over to the doctor.
"Toodles!" I blow them each a kiss and teleport the doctor away.
|
|
|
|
Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:35:59 GMT -5
I stand straight and tall, facing Julia.
"Well? What do you want?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 2:37:36 GMT -5
"Tell me about yourself. You are a telepath and pretty good at what you do. I've taken an interest in you. You seem mentally stable and I would like to change that."
My apartment is messy. I clear away news papers and dirty dishes so we can sit at my table.
|
|
|
|
Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 2:38:15 GMT -5
Freak Boy tried his best to escape Mischa's grasp, but Mischa is big and muscular, whereas Freak Boy is 4'11" and scrawny. Julia dissapears and he groans...
"I could've taken her..." he says.
|
|
|
|
Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:38:37 GMT -5
"You'll find it much harder to break my stability than you might think," I reply scornfully.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 25, 2005 2:41:44 GMT -5
I let Freakboy go.
"Yeah, probably, but she's just trying to get a rise out of you... Don't let her get to you, man..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 2:42:12 GMT -5
I use my telekinesis to lock the windows and doors.
I get up.
"Everyone has a breaking point, and maybe you will just take a little more effort. You could be right. I get bored easily and could move on before causing any mental fissures."
I attempt to break his mental block and to puruse his mind quickly.
"Would you like some Tang, Tran?"
I go to my fridge and pull out a large pitcher of that orange drink.
|
|
|
|
Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 2:42:42 GMT -5
Freak Boy sighs...
"I really hate that woman... in the truest sense of the word hate."
(gonna go to bed. Cya.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:43:29 GMT -5
"I'll pass, thank you," I say coldly, still standing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 25, 2005 2:44:04 GMT -5
((Goodnight.))
"It's alright, no worries... If it's any consolation, she threatened my life more than once."
|
|
