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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 12:44 am
The center part of the city has settled itself in being the battlegrounds to the super wars. The territory is constantly fought over, being lost, won, and lost again. It is the most dangerous section of the city. The buildings are in constant need of repair, homeless wander the streets, and gangs prey upon the weak.
The streets are lined with abandoned and broken buidlings, grafiti, and shady characters. It's not a place one would want to be caught alone.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 12:45 am
((Holy crap, this place is a lot worse off than I thought...))
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 12:46 am
Baranar ((Holy crap, this place is a lot worse off than I thought...)) ((just that section...it's pretty much the battle grounds...all the other areas are protected by the affiliations that guard them.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 1:30 am
(('Course, nine and a half foot tall beatsticks and quarter-mile mechanized serpents have nothing to do with this. *Cough*))
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 12:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 7:58 pm
Erica Morrow had to stay late at the school, so it was to no surprise that the sun was setting as she headed on her way home. As always, she was walking home, not necessarily her first choice of transport, but since her license had been terminated years ago, it was the only option.
She looked around as people on the streets slowly started to head for shelter, as the sun went down. Erica didn't bother rushing herself, taking her walk slow and steady.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:20 pm
Mackie sauntered up the street, humming "Mack the Knife", looking for someone he could put a "buzz" on - someone showing too much flash, maybe.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:28 pm
Erica tapped a nod at Mackie, a nod that was barely visible, an acknowledgment of their shared affiliation. She went on her way, and wondered who would get the "buzz" tonight.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:48 pm
Xeen, realising that Erica had to stay late, and offered to give her a ride home in the first place, was driving around looking for her in the mustang he had taken to calling "his own".
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:03 pm
Erica saw a familiar mustang, and waved. She smiled, calling Xeen a worrywart under her breath.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:05 pm
Eulalia_Danae Erica saw a familiar mustang, and waved. She smiled, calling Xeen a worrywart under her breath. Xeen pulled up the curb, breaking it and leaning over to open her door. "Forgot you were staying late. I checked the school but you left already.":
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:06 pm
Mackie saw a car that didn't belong around here - a Mustang. He was about to move in closer when he saw Erica homing in on it. He took another look - Xeen was driving. Disgusted, Mackie went back to the hunt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:20 pm
Xeen Soldevi Eulalia_Danae Erica saw a familiar mustang, and waved. She smiled, calling Xeen a worrywart under her breath. Xeen pulled up the curb, breaking it and leaning over to open her door. "Forgot you were staying late. I checked the school but you left already.": "I didn't wait for you," Erica smiled slipping into her seat. "But I knew you would probably come, so I kept my eyes open."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:25 pm
Eulalia_Danae Xeen Soldevi Eulalia_Danae Erica saw a familiar mustang, and waved. She smiled, calling Xeen a worrywart under her breath. Xeen pulled up the curb, breaking it and leaning over to open her door. "Forgot you were staying late. I checked the school but you left already.": "I didn't wait for you," Erica smiled slipping into her seat. "But I knew you would probably come, so I kept my eyes open." He nodded, waiting for her to get seated before setting off again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 9:33 pm
Erica buckled, "You seem to like this mustang."
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