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Post by Raven on May 7, 2011 16:55:43 GMT -5
"Some girls maybe, but I know her, and she isn't very strong," Kumair replied. He continued under his breath, "Plus, you try fighting back when you're bleeding all over."
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 20:17:20 GMT -5
Lyn got the punch and started to return towards the direction of Noah. She looked around and thought 'Where is he?' then another thought "Where am I?' then her legs began to feel weak. 'Why am I fa-..'after that thought she fell down.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 20:24:46 GMT -5
Rhyme shrugged to Kumair, and turned around. "Good luck, nonetheless. Now, if you excuse me, I'm starving." He began to walk towards the refreshments, only to nearly step on an unconscious girl. A quick look down revealed it was the angel he had talked to earlier. Glancing around nervously, Rhyme pulled her to her feet, and casually made his way into a back room.
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Post by Raven on May 7, 2011 20:26:27 GMT -5
((sleep raaaaaaaaape))
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 20:31:28 GMT -5
Her body was limp but somehow she felt like she was floating. Not like a drug induced flight but like really floating, flying through the air.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -5
Damn, she's heavier than I thought... crap, she better not be a mind reader. But she's unconcscious so it doesn't matter.
Rhyme regarded the angel's unconcscious body, and chewed on his lip. What was he going to do with her now? He glanced around the room, trying to seek inspiration. The only thing that jumped out at him was the window. Knowing he would eventually regret this, but still wanting to do something interesting tonight, he opened the window and slipped through, carefully taking her with him.
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 20:49:24 GMT -5
Noah looked around for Lyn but she was no where to be seen. 'Where is she?' he thought angrily as he left the conversation to find her. 'So stupid, can't even trust her to get herself a drink,'
((that's my reply sense Lyn is unconscious in Rhyme's arms))
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 21:18:03 GMT -5
Quent was still on his way home when he began to pass a building that seemed to shake from music.
“Bleh, how can anyone listen to racket like that?” he says annoyed to himself.
The music got clearer as a window opened. He looked was taken aback by the bizarre site of Hitler kidnapping an angel.
“Huh... Bet god is or is going to be peeved...”
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 21:47:56 GMT -5
Heather made her way down the street. Even the junkies who a;ways seeemed to be around, were at the party tonight. It was ridiculous.
Heather used that term a little different than the rest of the Resistance seemed to, only using the term like the people in town did, to refer to the kids on the altered version of thedrug, like the origanal wasn't damaging wenough. disgusting.
In Heathers mind, there was a difference between the "users" and the "druggies" or "junkies".
But come on! Since when did junkies go to user parties? So Heather resorted to wandering the streets, looking for some poor drug user who maybe didn't get the party invite. She didn't really expect to find one.
Which is why she was so shocked to find Quent wandering alone. "Hey, she said as she approached him on the street.
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 22:04:27 GMT -5
Quent jumped slightly at the unexpected call behind him. He glanced back to the girl,
“Uh, hey?” he said, unsure if he had ever met this person before.
He looks back to the odd scene, then asks Heather,
“Hey, is it just me? Or is Hitler kidnapping an angel?”
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 22:10:14 GMT -5
Heather saw it, and almost immeaditley recognised a fellow resistance member, even in costume Subtle, Rhyme.
"Costume party," she shrugged, juerking her thumb at the loud building. "Who knows what the weirdos get up to in there, it probably isn''t all that unsusual."
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 22:23:11 GMT -5
“Well I figured the costume part...” he sighs, annoyance plain in his voice.
“I mean, the plan fact that a kidnapping is apparently happening, in costume, is just... I don’t know. Weird I guess.” he shrugs, losing interest in the scene.
A headache starts to form from the music. He glances to Heather narrowing his eyes slightly, not recognizing her in the least.
“Question. Do I know you?”
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 22:25:56 GMT -5
"No, you won't know me. My name's Heather." Heather said, pleased she was getting somewhere with this guy. "I'm not exactly a social butterfly if you get my drift."
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 22:37:38 GMT -5
Rhyme kept his head down, in case anybody glanced his way. He didn't bother to take on a new form, mostly out of laziness. He continued carrying/dragging the angel, taking the longest, safest route out of the city. Once he was in the forest and certain nobody was around, he set her down, and took off his cap. Tonight was already too long of a night.
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 22:38:04 GMT -5
“Huh, okay then. Could have fooled me. Normally non-social butterflies don’t walk up to random strangers and talk to them.”
He takes a small gold pocket watch from his front pocket and checks the time. Then quickly puts it back.
“That probably means you want something." he looks to her with a slight glare.
"So what is it?” he asks annoyance once again plain in his voice.
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