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Post by Surma on Jan 8, 2004 23:24:32 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Surma picked up his javelin wand and pushed himselfself up."Hurry please make up your mind."Surma started to move as though he was drunk.He moved backwards but fell.Before Surma landed on the floor on his back,he straightened
one hand on the ground.He pushed himself up again with his hand.Surma started to move left and right as though he was dizzy.He heard screams of people,they
cryed for help.thousands and thousands of people,weeping and screaming to be freed.They wanted to be released from there bodys so that they can be free in the afterlife.Surma felt there pain,agony,suffering,and death."I.....have to.."Surma droped and layed on the ground motionless.Tears fell
from his eyes.Tears never stoped falling from Surma's eyes.His voice was closed silent.He didn't weep or screamed.Surma just let tears fall from his eyes.[/shadow]
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Post by Akira on Jan 8, 2004 23:32:50 GMT -5
i walk down the street, it hasnt been that long since i had a walk. i found moira the last time, but im not looking for anyone this time, i found my love. i look around. not quite sure where i was going, i just wanted fascia to have a chance to cool down, plus i needed to think. i was still on vacation from the ministry of science.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 9, 2004 1:00:51 GMT -5
Peter stands on the corner of the street, his cigarette between his lips. He's been feeling much better since they put his blood back in and flash cloned his new organs. Whatever Bassarov was, he was 12 on the Threat Matrix.
The Hunter looked over his darkglasses, left and right. The Target was due soon. This time it was straight forward, a Gamma Target, a Demon hiding in human skin.
He looks right again and pauses. A soup kitchen line stands down the street, the poor lining up for food. A woman is serving them. Her hair is long and white, her skin pale like the moon. With his ehnaced vision Peter can see her blue eyes. She's wearing a silver cross, dishing soup out.
The Hunter can't help but stare. She was like nothing he had ever seen. For several minutes he stands transfixed. A blip sounds in his ear and a red dot flashes on the FOF chart.
Suprised Peter spines and watches the Demon get out of a taxi down the street. Remembering his duty Peter rushes down the street, making a careful note of the street name and number, even dropping a NAV point at the corner.
He planned to come back.
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Post by Chastity on Jan 9, 2004 1:15:50 GMT -5
The people are gone. I start to bring the pans inside the small kitchen. I will wash them and then go to see If Ican find a store with enough food for tomorrow.
The dishes are done, I head upstairs to my one bare room of an apartment. I light a candle and start to pray. There is so much pain in this world. "Hail Mary, Full of grace... Blessed art thou among women..." I hear a knock at the door downstairs and a small cry reaches my ears. I head down the stairs and open the door.
There is a young boy standing there asking for food. I wish that I had some to give to him... but I don't. I don't even have any in my cupboards upstairs. I softly sing a song to him, and he starts to smile. There is peace in his heart as he walks away. and I return to my prayers.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 9, 2004 1:27:16 GMT -5
Peter hulsters his weapon, the hole ridden body of the Demon laying on the floor. This one didn't have much fight in it, or maybe it was the Level 2 Enchant Ammo.
The Hunter lights a cigarette and puffs. The sweet smell of roses fills the room. Whatever those things are made if it isn't tobacco.
Peter leaves and heads back tot he street. He pauses on the corner. The lines are gone, the kitchen looked up. He walks over and stands by the closed doors for a moment.
He runs a finger long something around his neck: a small silver cross of Celtic design. He looks up, a single light shine in the window. He drops his cigarette and rubs it out, looking up at the window for a long while.
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Post by Chastity on Jan 9, 2004 1:54:15 GMT -5
I finish my prayers and blow out my candle. I crawl under the covers and close my eyes. I go to sleep.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 9, 2004 2:04:24 GMT -5
Peter watches the light go out. He turns away and walks to his car. He gets behind the wheel and starts the vehicale.
He pauses for almost a minute before driving off. Thoughts dance in his head like he's never had before as he drives back to the base. He's never thought about anything after a kill but returning.
But for some reason the girl keeps popping up. He'd never seen someone helping people like that... had he? The fog of his memory is thick but... no, no he hasn't.
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Post by Genki on Jan 9, 2004 9:17:23 GMT -5
WE all head out to the fields and help to harvest the grain. this is really fun since I get to wear denim overalls and a straw hat. Hope directs us telling us what to do. she operates some farm equitment, and really well! she's so awesome. she can do anything I think. "Good job Hope! you are a natural at farm work!"
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Post by Zex on Jan 9, 2004 9:18:45 GMT -5
"This sucks!"
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Post by Genki on Jan 9, 2004 9:21:11 GMT -5
"Zex, doing good things for others warms the heart. just relax and focus on how happy the people will be when this grain is harvested! think of all the warm bread that will be made in the winter! when they eat their warm bread, they'll think of us. Isn't that wonderful!"
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Post by Zex on Jan 9, 2004 9:24:17 GMT -5
"That's it, I'm leaving. I'm not some bleedin' heart do gooder. I'm a space adventurer. This totally blows. I fight space mutants...I don't do lame things like harvest wheat. That's for losers."
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Post by Jezma Bon Li on Jan 9, 2004 9:29:04 GMT -5
I riffle through Dinari's belongings. I find many incriminating things. Bank slips from hidden bank accounts, fabricated income tax forms, proof of off planet investments. The man is a criminal. I see photos of his numerous girl friends and from his exotic vacations....everything I find it another reason to hate him. I start to see the goodness in Red Infinity. If this is Capitalism, then maybe Communism isn't so bad afterall. I put his papers away. I know he'll come to check on me soon.
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Post by Genki on Jan 9, 2004 9:31:17 GMT -5
"You can do what you want to Zex, but think of how sad Hope will be if she sees you aren't working. she's counting on you/ If you want to let her down, ui guess you can...i won't stop you. But think about her Zex!"
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jan 9, 2004 9:37:27 GMT -5
I walk upstairs to my room. I notice that some of my papers are not in order. So she's been snooping. Oh well, I'm confident that information will never reach Red Infinity. heh.
"Good to see you are awake. You lost a lot of blood, Jezma. You look healthy now. Almost well enough to go back to Red Infinity."
I grab my golf shoes from under my bed.
"Hey, you like golf? My golf buddy called and said he can't make it..."
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Post by Zex on Jan 9, 2004 9:41:34 GMT -5
I look at Hope driving the tractor. Genki has a point. A very strong point. Maybe if I work hard enough she'll notice....
"ooh Zex you are such a hard worker...I love you...make out with me in a hay stack..."
Yeah, whatever...I guess I can do this.
I start working again. It will pay off....eventually.
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