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Post by John on Mar 22, 2004 23:26:59 GMT -5
i frowned again. i was finding out alot lately. if.... if you killed before why ask me to show you how to fight?....
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Mar 22, 2004 23:30:26 GMT -5
"I told you I don't know how to fight...it's easy to kill someone. But somethings don't need to be uncovered. My past is just as ugly as any others around here. And I may be one of the few that has killed innocent..." Kaze couldn't speak anymore as the words wouldn't come out. Sitting there she looked away from John, here lip quivering as she held back her tears.
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Post by Kallen on Mar 22, 2004 23:34:45 GMT -5
Kallen snuggled in closer and held him tightly.
"Well if you drempt i hope your dream was a lot better than mine was." She shudders at the thought of the nasty troll like woman. She held Maeda close breathing him in hoping his scent would drive the bad images away. She kisses his chest as she snuggles.
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Post by John on Mar 22, 2004 23:36:42 GMT -5
ui put my arm around her waist stopping her from moving away. kaze... look i dont care... ok... but then promise me this... promise that you will try not to kill any more unless you have a good reason, i know killing can be intoxicating,but it shouldnt be that much for a human... you can stop, i on the other hand cant. it is me... it is in my blood... but promise me...
Meada~
i smile and kiss her.dont worry.... i think i know what your was about. so was mine... . i smile again at the thought of us beating her. but mine was when she came back.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Mar 22, 2004 23:43:14 GMT -5
Kaze nodded before throwing her arms around his neck as she hugged him, crying.
"I..promis.."Kaze said in between sobs.
But what if you can't keep your promise. Even you know you can't keep your promise.
When John said that he enjoyed killing a doubt slipped into Kaze's mind.
What if I lose him?
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 22, 2004 23:47:32 GMT -5
" Don't make promises you can't keep girl." Peter takes his right hand out of his pocket and twists a handgun around his index finger.
"We're going guerilla. You strike the life lines and the body begins to die."
He snaps the gun back into it's hulster.
"Covert ops mean bodies and property damage. We'll be hurting people, as well as Infinity. You'll see the face of your victiums and their blood will soak your hands. If you haven't the stomach then leave now. Lycan, you will make a excellent asset to this operation. Let's go."
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Mar 22, 2004 23:52:40 GMT -5
Kaze heard Peter's words as she looked up, her tear stained face staring back him. Coldly she replied, "I said I have killed before I didn't say I enjoyed it. So the blood isn't a problem. And life lines...I know about them... that's probably the only thing I know."
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Post by Janele on Mar 22, 2004 23:55:05 GMT -5
I listen in to the conversation. I will go. I then stand up & stand beside Peter.
((Ok I am bored.......lalalalalalalala))
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Post by John on Mar 23, 2004 0:00:20 GMT -5
i wrap my arms around her. thank you. i glance at peter. yes i know.... but i meant in cold blood... like i used to do in the war.... i turned. even if she couldnt... she will still come... i cant leave her here and i promised her that i'd teach her self defense.. but tell me something... why are you doing thjis... i thought LIF was disbanded
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 23, 2004 0:01:32 GMT -5
"Because it's right."
Peter draws a orb from his pocket and smashes it against the wall of the cabin. A blazing portal of white flares into existance.
"I will take these four. Good luck Bassarov."
Peter steps up to the portal.
"All of you step though. I will come last and close the portal."
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Post by Janele on Mar 23, 2004 0:03:26 GMT -5
I look @ him. I nodd. Okay. I step through the portal.
((*sigh* I g2g.. Ja Ne! every1))
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Post by John on Mar 23, 2004 0:12:04 GMT -5
i look at kaze then to peter. we walk to the portal and step through. come on...., . i glance around keeping my guard up. ... what happened to chasity peter?... i thought that you would live with her now that LIF is gone
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Post by Kallen on Mar 23, 2004 0:18:34 GMT -5
"Things are getting to be more hectic now. It seems that the league knows about us now and will not stop until we are dealt with. I couldn't live with out you now that i have found you. What shall we do? How shall we protect ourselves?.............And how can i think about bad things when i am laying in bed next to you?"
She then pulls Maeda in for a kiss. She really did want him to know how much she cared.
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Post by Caine((Mæda)) on Mar 23, 2004 0:38:30 GMT -5
i look at her and acceopt the kiss. dont worry... they cant do anything... they can try to kill a religion but it never truely dies... we hold it in our minds and hearts... unless they kill us they cant do it.... but they might try to kill us in which case we'll be ready
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Daevid
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Poet/Philosopher
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Post by Daevid on Mar 23, 2004 0:55:54 GMT -5
Daevid walks around Moscow for awhile, thinking and whistling absent mindedly before stopping in at an all night diner. He sits down at a booth, grabbing a couple of loose pages from the Moscow Daily Press that someone left behind on the counter. He flips through the pages, reading various stories, conjured up government victories, and articles about prominant figures.
He has to laugh a little. Daevid really has no political standing, save what his own philosophies dictate, and the blatant hand that Red Infinity has in the press is very humorous to him. He sets down the paper as the waitress approaches. The coins in his pocket count out to make barely enough for two more trips to the diner, so he orders a black coffee, knowing that after one cup more he will need to find some way of making money.
People weren't really in the market for purchasing poems or ideas now-a-days. They needed what money they had to scrape by and purchase that new shirt or that loaf of bread.
The coffee was more like crude oil when it came. Boy, he sure could pick the places. It was thick and sluggish as he sipped it from the brown mug. It mattered little that it was of such low quality, it had caffeine, and the bitter taste provided a stimulus for thought and action. He needed to be perked up a bit after a day of wandering.
The waitresses chatted loudly behind the counter. One of them, with long brown hair tied back into a low ponytail, talked about her "low life man" that "never provided one da'mn thing" for her or her three children. As she talked, she wildly swung her arms about and proceeded to dump a cup of coffee on the other waitress, the dark sludge staining her pink candy stripe dress and apron. Daevid found this all quite humorous.
He then turned his attention to his thoughts, fueled by the caffeinated drink, he started again to write and write delving into the mysteries of life and solving them on diner napkins one by one.
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