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H E R O E S;; A Role Play;; O/A
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Barton Town
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:52 pm
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Zephyr became swept up in a wave of confusion once the ambulance arrived. He could tell that the police were pushing people back, and Zach - he couldn't quite remember if that was what the kid had said his name was or not - was still by his side. Why Zach was still sticking around him after he'd hit him, Zephyr didn't have a clue, but he was glad that he had someone with him - even a stranger was better than laying on hot asphalt waiting for death or an uncomfortable hospital bed by yourself. Zephyr kept his eyes open, most of the time, and was able to see the grim expression of the police when they lifted the bike off of his leg. He could tell that the bike was totaled, though he wasn't too worried about that. It was fully insured, and this would give him the chance to get another bike that wasn't in that ugly red color.
"Someone get my phone.. please," Zephyr said as two paramedics swarmed him like flies on a corpse. One of the paramedics gave the other a nod and the one who had Zephyr's phone answered it as the others focused on shoving an IV into his arm and looking at the extent of the damage. "She says her name is Jessica, is there anything I should tell her?" the paramedic asked. "What happened.. tell her, where I'm going.." Zephyr told the paramedic and screamed furiously when the other's examining became painful. The paramedics eventually got him onto a stretcher and loaded him into the back of the ambulance. At this point they'd drugged him up with a healthy dose of morphine and he was high as a kite.
Zephyr, drugged as he was, was having even more trouble keeping his eyes open and wasn't aware that Zach was in the ambulance with him. The morphine made him numb, and he couldn't tell what the paramedics were doing to him anymore, just that they were rushing and giving each other orders that he couldn't understand. "What.." he began as he tried to sit up but the paramedic closest to his shoulders pushed him back onto the stretcher. "Please don't do that, you could injure yourself further. Now, can you tell me your name? The date maybe?" Zephyr answered their questions, and he could tell they were trying to keep him awake but he just felt so damned tired. He eventually gave up trying to speak with them, closing his eyes and giving into the darkness behind his eyelids.
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Dental help.
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General Discussion
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:20 am
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Stinkini get someone to punch you in the face really hard. surprised
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You epic fail.
But your signature makes up for a little of how much you fail, epically.
I'm a House fan too.
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Dental help.
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General Discussion
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:14 am
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Fatal Gamer Tie it to a door knob with a string then close SLAM the door heart
Like I said, I'm a chicken.
My dad offered to take a pair of plyers to it, but I told him no.
I don't think tying it to a door and then slamming the door would feel much better.
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Dental help.
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General Discussion
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:12 am
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The Color Lizzy Hah, I know how that feels. I've has a loose one since 7th grade. I'm now in11th. I'm chicken s**t and won't pull it out .It's a baby toof and my adult one is impacted in my both and growing on the complete opposite side..
O.O
-starts wiggling tooth a bit harder-
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Dental help.
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General Discussion
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:09 am
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Okay, I have a loose tooth and it's driving me insane.
I've been wiggling it like crazy and pulling on it and putting that numbing stuff on it when I've messed with it too much and it starts to hurt really bad.
But it just won't friggin' let go of my inner gum.
I don't know what to do with it, and I'm too chicken to just grab it and pull it out.
Any advice?
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Are spirits real; can they communicate with the living
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Chatterbox
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:02 am
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The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time Yoshpet The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time Spirits are real, or at least from my experince. I hear one almost every night around 3:40am pacing in the hallway. I think his wife killed him because, from his footsteps at least, he sounds like he had gotten into a fight with someone. He was mad, at least.
I like how chummy and reflective you make it sound.
Because a haunting like that would not at all be horrifying.
I don't find it horrifying. He's not doing anything to anyone in the house, so why would I be scared? My mother knows he's there, too.
My friend Kim has spirits in her house, and there's one in particular that's similar to the spirit you described, though not entirely. There's one in her bathroom that was murdered on her wedding day by one of her bridesmaids. You can tell because if you stand in the shower during the afternoons you can sometimes feel the remains of her fear that she had, and from personal experience I've seen her before. It's scary as ********, and I feel bad for the spirit, and my friend that she has to live knowing that someone was murdered in her bathroom.
Aside from that she also has spirits that walk around in her attic. Just a few days ago we were getting ready for summer school - she's going, I'm not - and it was fairly silent except you could hear footsteps coming from the ceiling, as if someone were pacing back and forth. It's weird, and one of the reasons why her family doesn't use their attic.
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H E R O E S;; A Role Play;; O/A
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Barton Town
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:51 am
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Zephyr looked up at the guy who'd managed to get to him through the crowd that had seemed to gather. He looked oddly familiar and after taking a proper look he saw why, he was the guy he'd hit. "Sorry for hitting you," Zephyr said with his Scottish accent seeping through fairly thick, and glanced around at the crowd. They seemed to be mostly content with creating their own story so he ignored them. Looking at the guy he lifted his head when he messed with something on his clothes before looking back. Had Zephyr been in a more conscious and clear thinking state he would have probably noticed the guy's wounds healing, but he wasn't, so he didn't notice at all. Most of it was covered by blood anyway. "I'll try," Zephyr muttered, finally getting around to answering the question he'd sluggishly remembered the guy had asked.
"Is it bad?" Zephyr asked, closing his eyes, his accent probably preventing his speech from being even semi-understandable. He didn't want to see it, he didn't want to look down and see what the accident looked like.. what he looked like. He grunted out a laugh, wincing afterward, when his cell phone started ringing from his pocket. He was surprised, though not too much, that it had survived the accident. It was one of those Razor phones that seemed indestructible, even if you threw it against a wall as hard as you could - which he'd done once or twice before - and he usually left it at home. Must have left it in the pocket.. Wonder who it is... probably Jessica, she's always the first to assume something terrible like a murder.. usually the one to call.. Zephyr thought before forcing his eyes open. He couldn't fall asleep, he needed to stay awake. That's what you were supposed to do in case of a concussion right? Though if you remember your name and the date it's sure that you don't have one. He watched enough medical dramas like House to have learned that much.
"Zephyr Gordon," he whispered to himself, forgetting as he stared up at the sky and the sun, "August... god.. August.. ninth, I think..." He finished before sighing. It was close enough to make him confident that he didn't have a concussion. Zephyr coughed as a whiff of smoke choked his lungs for a moment. "The smoke.." Zephyr muttered, and looked over at the guy he'd hit. He forced his eyes to focus and look at him, and when they finally did he closed his eyes against him. He's just a damned kid, he thought, mentally cursing himself. Just a ******** kid and I hit him. "Here comes the ambulance!" He heard someone from far away say and he strained his ears and sure enough over the sounds of people talking there was the somewhat distant sound of an ambulance siren.
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H E R O E S;; OH OH SEE;; O/A
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Barton OOC
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 7:37 am
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YAY!
-tackles and hugs-
I'd be extatic to have you in the RP!
Oh, and guess what?
I'm engaged!
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H E R O E S;; A Role Play;; O/A
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Barton Town
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:54 am
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Zephyr didn't stop by the nearby Starbucks on his way to work, he just drove past. He didn't have time to stop and wait, and even if he did, his wallet was depressingly empty. His Yamaha was his only comfort against that morning's string of irritations that had cropped up after finding out how late he was for being to work. Sure, he was the manager of Switch and his employees wouldn't give two shits if he was late, but if he was late that would make some of his more impressionable employees think it was okay to be late. That was one thing he couldn't afford at the moment, being so near to the fall holidays. Aside from that, lecturing people on being late after you yourself were late was hypocritical at best.
At the first stop light he'd gotten stuck behind five taxis, and a hummer that was pumping out more exhaust fumes than it was horsepower. At the second though, he ran into a bit of a problem. Well, it wasn't really a bit of a problem, it was a 'holy-s**t-I'm-gonna-die' problem, but still.. a problem. Approaching the second stoplight, the light had been red, so he'd slowed down, but since no one was waiting for the light it had switched. Unfortunately someone not paying attention to the lights had been half-way across when the light had switched green. The guy had been far enough on the opposite side of the road that the people waiting to go on the other side were waiting patiently for him to finish wandering. That was when he suddenly switched directions, walking back across the street. Unfortunately for him, and Zephyr, Zephyr had sped up when the light switched so when the guy changed directions, there was no way in hell he would be able to stop.
In the end, Zephyr maneuvered his bike close to the sidewalk, an attempt to miss the moron. It didn't exactly work. Zephyr hadn't been as close to the sidewalk as necessary to miss the guy and ended up clipping him with his bike. Which in turn - sadly - caused Zephyr's arm to turn the bike towards the waiting traffic. Fortunately seeing what was about to happen he turned the handles, but he turned them a bit too fast. Zephyr closed his eyes as his bike turned on it's side and started sliding, pain erupting on the entire right side of his body as it and the bike were ground against the asphalt. On-lookers screamed and a few curious/worried people got out of their cars to see what had happened. Zephyr opened his eyes, he eventually stopped a hundred feet away, and stayed where he was. He didn't move for fear of injuring himself further, the pain too much for him to really want to move anyway. Luckily his helmet had protected his head, though the rest of him and definitely his bike weren't so lucky. "Someone call an ambulance!" he heard someone scream, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from.
Closing his eyes again, Zephyr retracted himself into his mind, controlling his power to enforce a calm on whoever was closest to him. He didn't need people going into hysterics because he knew how much that didn't help an accident like this. His power flickered though, and he could tell that he was a bit too weak to be using it. Determined to stay awake, he cut off his ability, focusing on keeping his eyes open. His vision was a bit blurred and he could tell there was smoke coming from his bike, but he couldn't do anything about it. People rushed around him but he didn't pay them any mind. At least now I have a reason for being late.. he thought, wincing as he coughed because of the smoke. The coughing sent a jolt of pain through his right side, mainly his chest. He hoped nothing was broken and held onto the pain to keep himself awake.
[[ Just so I don't seem too cruel with this post, we can say that he somehow managed to miss the kitten with his bike. O.O ]]
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Bloodlines Aren't Perfect|A Twilight Inspired|O/A
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Tue Jun 30, 2009 3:17 am
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Zephyr responded to Luke's advice by following it. He checked his footing on the rests before working his arms a bit tighter around Luke. He made sure it was enough to be hanging on sufficiently, without starting to crush Luke beneath his arms. Zephyr wasn't exactly the largest werewolf in the pack, but he was definitely amongst the strongest, and if he wanted to he could probably squeeze the life out of Luke. Obviously it wouldn't be something he would want to do, which was why he was being so careful with his grip. Lastly he rested his head on Luke's shoulder, and it was a bit glad he'd finally done so for the moment he did Luke had started back up. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble maneuvering the bike, but then seemed fine. Zephyr attributed it to the added weight, Luke didn't seem to be the kind of person who opened up to anyone, or let them get too close physically either, so it would only be natural for him to have a bit of difficulty controlling a much heavier bike.
Your post was fine, but are you okay? Gods almighty, what happened?
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