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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:05 pm
A tall, thin woman with stylish dark hair and a smart suit, her face incredibly familiar to any young Gaia-natives, jumped out of the first van before the driver even had a chance to put the hand brake on. A few gasps of surprise were heard as she came towards the crowd, and Lacine, her ears perked for any disturbances, immediately rounded herself in the direction... and blinked.
“Who's in charge here?” the woman called, adjusting her glasses. A young, male make-up artist dashed up behind her and attempted to fiddle with her hair, as cameras could be seen hurriedly being unloaded in the background. She waved him off. “Get away, I've told you!”
“Miss Donovinh...” Lacine mumbled in astonishment, coming forward. The crowd parted for her to get through, and she stepped up to the woman, her hand reaching up to the special pin on her robe. “I am.”
“And you are?” Cindy replied, giving her a cursory glance and batting away a second beautician who attempted to fuss over her. “Off!”
“I'm Lacine,” she answered, blinking at the taller woman. “Miss Donovinh, just what is this about?”
A veritable hive of activity behind her and her titivators dismissed, Cindy scrutinised the girl more closely, and then the many broken windows and distressed crowd. “I see this is the place the explosion originated,” she observed, indirectly answering the initiate's question.
“It is,” Lacine answered.
“Right,” she began, businesslike, pulling back her shirt sleeve to reveal her watch. “We're live in 50 seconds. I just need you to answer a couple of questions to the best of your ability, I'll do most of the talking. In fact, don't talk too much. Be brief. After that I'll need someone to show me around the devastation site, then I think we'll do a few reaction interviews.”
“All of you,” she continued, to the crowd itself, “Try and look unhappy. No, scared. Can you try and look scared AND unhappy?”
“Cindy, 25 seconds,” said a prim, businesslike sound man, walking up with a boom behind the cameraman, who set his bulky instrument upon its tripod down on the earthen path.
Lacine looked uncertainly at the reporter as she pulled her into the eye of the camera, which focused its lens on the two of them. One of the make-up artists handed Cindy her mic, and then quickly pulled her hems into better arrangement. This time the woman didn't bat him away.
“10,” a fifth man informed, coming up beside the sound man with a clip board in his hand. “9, 8...”
Lacine could feel the blood draining from her face. All the better for the look of desolation they were going, she supposed. Then, surprisingly, Cindy caught her eye from the side, and gave her a small smile.
“You'll do great,” she whispered, “Just you wait and see.”
The new man had stopped counting aloud, instead mouthing. As the count drew lower... and lower... he added the use of his hand as a visual aid. Each finger like fell was like an executioner's blade on Lacine's poor, constricted throat.
3, 2...
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:07 pm
Gaia Action News! "This is Cindy Donovinh reporting live at the scene of the latest catastrophe to rock Gaian soil! We have confirmed breaking reports of a gigantic explosion on the Western coast of the Isle de Gambino, an area as yet uncapitalised upon by developers, which just three quarters of an hour ago shook the waking population. The coast of the Isle has within the last two months become the home of the remains of the Benevolent Order, the cult of the Overseer which largely dispersed after the end of the Sentinel War. Once counting its membership in the millions, this crowd of no more than two hundred which you see behind me are all that remains of this once-proud society of do-gooders. Increased activity of the Order upon the Isle has been attributed to unconfirmed rumours of funding from the Gambino family estate.
I have here with me a representative of the Order. Lacine, what is your role here within the cult?""I am training to be a priestess. I'm going to be ordained in the next few weeks." "Could you tell us where you were when the explosion happened? Did you witness it?""I was in the main hall preparing for the daily morning service. The whole Temple was shaken by the blast. All of the windows were broken, as you can see, and many of my charges began to cry. Everyone was terrified." "Do you have any details surrounding the cause of he explosion as of yet?""...No. No, none at all. The only thing we know is that it originated from the lab of our Professor of Wizardry. It may have been an experiment gone wrong - we don't know yet." "Could you inform us on the whereabouts of the Overseer, unseen since his disappearance at the end of the War?""He is inside, with the High Priestess. They're working towards tending to the damage." "Thank you, Lacine. While we take our cameras to survey the damage I'll return you to the studio, where there's breaking news on another heinous catastrophe the world has woken up to - a series of unexplained robberies occurring in mainland Gaia's most reputable fashion stores overnight. More on both of these stories as it breaks."
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:09 pm
Lacine breathed a deep sigh of relief as the cameras, and Cindy, accompanied by an older acolyte she knew she could trust, disappeared around the corner of the Temple. After looking around to check there were no stragglers from the crew left behind, she climbed up on the steps and gestured for attention.
Her voice was low and urgent, but it carried. "All of you - as a priestess, and on behalf of Lorika, I command that not a word is to be spoken to the cameras on the Captain. Whatever you all think you know, it was kept secret for a reason. We cannot let any rumours reach headlines."
Thomas, his arms folded, retorted again with narrowed eyes. "So you knew? All of what the Priestess said was true?"
Silence.
To him, it spoke a thousand words. "And nobody ever told us!" he raged, throwing his arms to his sides and clenching his fists ferociously.
"It's not as simple as you think, Thomas," she continued in her desperate undertone, "Things were not meant to turn out this way."
"Yeah, we were meant to go on thinking there WASN'T a murderer walking around on the grounds, teaching us, eating our food!"
“My god...” Jonathan grumbled, but Lacine spoke over them both.
"For one thing, what makes him so different to any other warrior? That's what they do - kill things, people," she cried, voice raising.
Her own fists then clenched at her sides. Her tone was... disappointed. Painfully so. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Our Order is about peace and diversity, and yet you can't get past your ignorant racist prejudices. There are MANY things about our leaders' pasts that you will never know, both for your own good and for theirs. You're all jolly well pleased now, aren't you? The fact is that you've all hated the Captain all along - and why? The colour of his skin.”
She paused for a moment, and then directed her eyes towards the ground, repeating herself. “I think you should all be ashamed of yourselves. I think if you cannot feel shame as of now, you shouldn't be here. If the Overseer can forgive you for your sins... well, he may. I'm not sure if I can."
Even Thomas had the decency to look sheepish. "Well... uh..."
"I'm going to speak to the Priestess,” she said, turning to the doors. “Not a word to anyone!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:48 pm
 hmm...dry clothes are nice... thought Xeiashi as he exited his hut and had a moment's rest. 2 seconds, perhaps less, and he was sprinting back to the Temple. This was a perfect time to test that spell, so he did so. A few mental 'clicks' later, a mass of bones was apparent slightly leftward. He adjusted his course, and vision, and set off for it, trying yet another new skill.
One powerful gust of wind later, Xeiashi was in a tree near a very large crowd. A glint of metal caught his eye...why were there vehicles here, no BOOdist drove anything. Another switch of his vision, useful but odd-feeling, showed that it's engine was still warm. A slight shift in position showed him all he needed to know.
Reporters? already!? ...oh good, they're leaving, I wonder if they're transmitting this wirelessly... Xeiashi thought as he underwent another mental conversion. Now blind to everything but radio waves, he saw everything as clearly as if he were the camera itself. He waited in horror as he saw what happened to the insides of his new home.
A recurring image was that of an all-too-familiar reporter. hey look, this must be Live if she's here...dang, that used to be Panda's study? ...but then, wouldn't SIN know where this is?...F***... this last part came quietly from his mouth. Not too quietly that somebody overheard. "Hey guys, there's somebody in the tree, should we attack him?"Reverting to standard vision, though retaining parts of infrared just in case, he watched as a group of young acolytes gathered at the base of his perch. "Hey you, what do you think you're doing, sneaking around here?" the apparent leader shouted up. "I live here you fools!" Xeiashi shouted back as he dropped to the ground. "Don't I have a right to find out what happened to my home?""Really, prove it," Leader challenged childishly. "'Kay then...see that roof, the one that's not there? I was up there when this place blew. Ya think that I'd be allowed there if I didn't live here?" Xeiashi retorted." That or you're a spying SINner!" "Bah, I don't have time for this! Tell me please what happened in the last hour, I need to know""No! We don't need to say anything, right guys?" said Leader, with whom the rest of the group wholeheartedly agreed.
"Honestly...the nerve... If I were a SINner, you wouldn't be alive right now to be complaining about me. Let's assume that I'm a BOOdist and go from there, okay?"
Once again, the group refused. Xeiashi then turned and dashed into the wreckage to find out for himself what happened. The small group would soon be reabsorbed into the large group, and rumors of a strange man, possibly from SIN, were started and killed within minutes of each other.[Hyper Vision Enabled]
[Catch the Wind]
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 1:31 pm
Oh darn, the girl couldn't understand sign language.
He looked around, slightly blearily, to see if there was anything he could write with or on.
Ah, sadly, no.
He motioned Alexi (he wondered, was that short for Alexandria?), signing writing on his hand, his fingers the pen, his palm the paper.
There! She seemed to understand, and she ran into Hyaku's office to grab some paper and a pen.
His ears swiveled, as he waited. He thought he could hear distant shouting, seeming to come from the opposite corner of the building. (Where was this, anyway?)
He turned his head, though, when he heard a much closer sound.
"Mmhh..." a catgirl two beds over moaned, face down into the wrong end of the mattress.
Was that... Meta?!
He was most certainly awake now.
She sat up, rubbed the sheet marks out of her cheek, and stretched languidly. Ah, that wasn't all that comfy a bed, but it did its job.
The cut on her chest throbbed a little, though.
"Well, nice to see you're up."
He waved, a great big tired smile spreading across his face.
She stretched again, then flipped over onto her back and sat up, swung her legs around bed-end, and stood up. Damn, Hyaku really needed to get some foam pads for these mattresses!
“Sleep well?”
He nodded back, and reached a hand out to her as she bent over him.
She kneeled down beside his bed and grinned at him, taking the proffered hand.
Oh god, the scars on his arms! She couldn’t help but stare at them, so she was quite surprised when she felt a light kiss on her hands.
“Still always the gentleman, I see.”
He nodded back at her.
For a few moments, silence reigned. Neither of them could think what to say; so much had happened since the last time they saw each other.
Vayan drew his hand back, a little sheepish, when a thought crossed his mind.
Before he could even form the second sign, Meta blurted out, “Arishm’atal! It was all my fault!”
His only response was to hug her.
A cough came from behind them.
“…Am I interrupt—“ FWOOM! A shockwave rent through the floor.
“What in the seven HELLS was tha—“
Another tremble rent through the floor.
“GET DOWN, NOW!”
[Shell]
The long, narrow barrier Meta had erected glittered with the pressure as chunks of the roof rained down on them.
CRASH! CLANG! SHIIIINGCLANK! Bottles, instruments, jars, specimen containers slid off the shelves into disoredered heaps on the floor.
Hyaku sat up as soon as the aftershocks calmed. She stared at Meta, eyes wide, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.
Meta grinned. “Kung fu reflexes.”
“I should say.”
«Close one,» Vayan signed.
«….Meta?»
“Yanne?”
«You’re suffocating me. »
She blushed, then scrambled off of him.
By now, Hyaku was already attempting to straighten up the place (a completely fruitless task, mind you).
Meta walked over to her on shaky legs, next to the grandfather clock by Hyaku’s office door. “Didn’t realize your OCD kicked in that fast.”
Hyaku’s response was to shoot a glare at her sideways and shut the clock’s door with a clank.
“The clock looks to be working. I swear, this damn thing would survive a magnitude 9.5.”
She fiddled with the knob (it was coming loose, she’d have to fix that).
Hyaku turned around, though, when she didn’t get a response.
Eyes fixed on the clock hands, Meta’s face showed mild horror.
“What now? You think it’s fugly too?”
Meta blinked. “What’s the date today?”
“December 9th, why?”
Mild horror became full-blown terror.
“Yokuan’s going to be here in two days.”
☼
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 3:21 pm
"Oh dear god, Evelyn!" the Priestess squeaked as she opened the door to the stairwell. Upon seeing her blonde charge, she immediately rushed down, heels clacking on the stone steps. "Storm, get down here immediately! Hold on a minute, let me examine her."
A brief examination showed that Evelyn was fit to be moved. As such, Storm was commanded to pick her up immediately, and once the fainted girl was safely secured in his arms, the three made their way to Lorika's room, hurrying through the abandoned corridors.
"Well, we've found our first... second..." Lorika began, "Casualty..."
She trailed off.
Don't think about it. Don't think...
"If I may, Priestess..." Storm began, only to be cut off.
"No, Storm," she snapped, "Please. You may not anything. Just stand at my side in this troubling time. Oh, god..."
Stopping abruptly in the middle of the corridor, her shoulders began to shake.
"I'm sorry," she wept, turning her shoulders slightly to them. "I'm so sorry... I don't know if I can..."
"Priestess, perhaps we should get to your room immediately," Storm advised tentatively, wary of her retribution, as the Overseer looked on in apparent distress. "You have had a shock. Perhaps you should lie down..."
"I cannot rest," she sobbed, "But you are right. We must... lay Evelyn down... and... then see to everything else..."
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By the time Lacine arrived around ten minutes later, the Priestess had cried her way through what appeared to be half a packet of tissues and come out the other end strangely stiff of posture and swollen of face.
"You did the right thing. If word gets out that a criminal of his profile was hired by our government, it would cause a national incident,” she said rigidly. It couldn't last, though. She almost immediately crumpled, tears spurting forth once again. “Oh god, I really DID just say all that, didn't I? Oh, Lacine. What have I done? Poor Jessie didn't deserve that. I just... that woman... and... the mist just descended...!"
"Half our Temple lies in ruins. It's understandable you became upset, priestess. This place is your baby," she replied, as Storm watched on gravely, lost in his own thoughts, and the Overseer fidgeted in obvious discomfort. Lorika looked up at her acolyte for a moment, her eyes swimming. Then, she broke down again, head sinking down into her lap. Lacine grimaced, and knelt down, taking the woman's hands in her own. "Oh, please don't cry, Priestess!"
"You will be a better priestess than me, Lacine,” she wept, clutching the comforting hands tightly. Lacine made sure to squeeze back with conviction. ”You're always so responsible. You always know what to do.”
Lorika continued to weep into silence, as Lacine's frown deepened. There were more similarities between the two of them than the Priestess could imagine. They both felt like little girls just trying to hold things together. The only difference was that, in Lacine's short life, she had not yet been crushed. Not once... let alone time and time again, for years upon endless years.
“Where are the cameras now?"
"They went to film the destruction. Then I imagine they'll try interviewing some people. Oh god, I hope nobody says anything."
Lorika's reply was quite certain, despite quite a bit of sniffing. "They won't, I'm sure. They are good children, when all is said and done. Still..." she said, warily. "I think you'd better go and keep an eye on things. Steer the camera crews away from any potential troublemakers. When all else fails... here, take my signet," she instructed, unhooking the pin from her robe. "When all else fails, invoke my power to turn them away on behalf of the Overseer."
Lacine took the prized accessory – a symbol of her rank – and carefully held it in her hands, poised. She thought about clasping it onto her own robe for safekeeping, but to wear the High Priestess' own signet... it was sacrilegious. Instead, she slipped it into her pocket, meeting the green-haired lady's swollen eyes with her own quite determined. "I won't let you down. Word of this will NOT get out."
"Remember that when you're dealing with press there's never a phrase more powerful than 'No Comment,'" she advised... and then balked. ”Oh... but there is so much to do... yet I can trust none but you with this task, and it is one that must be seen to.”
She thought for a few moments, glancing towards the unconscious Evelyn as if wishing she were awake to run errands. Then, with a short nod, she addressed the girl again to correct her own instructions. ”Lacine, before you keep the reporters at bay, I need you to do something else. We shall just need to trust in the other acolytes prior to then. Go and find Xeiashi, and ask him to produce a fully detailed, itemised list of all damage and casualties. I will have to visit Johnny as soon as I receive it and present it to him in order for replacements... I'll need to... fetch the original plans for reconstruction... and..."
Her face crumpled again. "It hasn't even been a month. This is a disaster."
As the Priestess slumped in her seat, Lacine stood up. “I believe that Evelyn should be transferred to the infirmary,” she said firmly. “All other patients can be checked on at the same time... and we need to be sure that Hyaku is in a fit state to receive any further casualties.”
When no one responded, she touched the green-haired head lightly. “Is that what you were going to say, Priestess?”
”...Y-yes...” she replied, thickly. ”Storm, do as Lacine commands. We... we shall contain this. Somehow.”
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:26 pm
"Xeiashi! Xeiashi!" Lacine called. "The Priestess needs you!"
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"What on earth is going on in here?" Storm asked, gawping at the rapidly multiplying number of flustered cat people in the infirmary. In his arms, the girl did not stir. "Don't just stand there, you're needed!"
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"Hmm..." thought Officer Derrick, surveying the blockade on the port. Behind them, he could hear the ferry driver arguing with his superior. No one is to enter or leave! This whole island is under police restriction! Your passengers will just have to remain where they are!
Slowly, he brought the portable database up, clenched in his hand. In his riot gear, arms encased in heavy gloves, he couldn't manipulate the touch screen. Then again, he's already seen all he needed to. He'd seen it long ago.
Under the dark visor, his jaw clenched. "Does this have anything to do with...?"
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"Someone's already trashed the place..." Josh whispered, glancing around the newly-lit room at the hastily ransacked cupboards and broken glass. "********. They're long gone."
"Woah," said Kyle, peering over the chaise. "What's with all the women's clothes...?"
As more and more of the room came to light with each of the curtains flung back, Josh couldn't help but feel a sinking in the pit of his stomach. Not because they'd been unable to fill their orders... but because they'd had to carry them out at all. Each shaft of light in this nocturnal world was like piercing confirmation that things would never be as they had been. With each defilement of his home, with each intrusion, with the weight of absence from his space, it only became more sickeningly clear that the Captain was no more.
One thing stood out to him as his eyes adjusted to this rich world of mahogany and gold. A sheaf of bright, white paper upon a writing desk...
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Head under the starched white blanket, a sickly-pale blonde girl in a tight foetal coil gave a small groan. Sweating. Aching. In delirium.
"Daddy..."
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The guards sprinted into the Temple, forming a curtain between him and the reporters for but a few seconds. Thomas drew himself up, his eye trained on the back of Cindy's head. Once she was done with her current interview, he'd offer himself up. He'd show everyone just what a danger the elves really were.
A hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. He whisked around, expecting someone burly and brown-haired. Instead, he met a pair of chocolate eyes narrowed hatefully, framed by fair, sandy hair.
"You take a step in the wrong direction," the Demon told him - deep, deliberate and threatening. "And I will break your ******** spine."
When Thomas looked round again, he was surprised to see other eyes fixed on him disapprovingly. A few were pleading. Some looked angry.
For the first time in weeks, he felt the creeping fingers of doubt enter into his soul.
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"Oh, Jessie," Lorika choked, tears filling her eyes anew. The paper, etched with swirling italic writing and a signature she'd seen only once before, shook in her hand. "You're the only one who does!"
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 6:11 pm
"By the Overseer....." Xeiashi murmured breathlessly as he surveyed the wreckage. What was once a hallway, now was a few slabs of ...whatever this place was built of. Above him there should have been a roof, instead, wind-blown leaves were falling directly onto the scene, as if to blanket the horrors it contained. Thank god there haven't been any... "Evelyn?"
Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of the unconscious, or dead, Evelyn as a strangely hairy man carried her to the infirmary. He would have followed, but he hesitated at the calling of his name.
Sure enough, a head appeared from the corner. "Xeiashi? The Pri...are you Xeiashi?"
"Yes...what am I needed for?"
"The Priestess requests that you make a fully detailed, itemised list of all damage and casualties....Her exact words. Without it, we cannot get Master Gambino to replace that which was lost."
"Oh boy...I'll get right on it, thank you...?"
"Lacine" the woman volunteered.
"Thank you Lacine...Tell the Priestess that I'll get right on it." He finished. Lacine departed, leaving him to his thoughts.
How am I supposed to quantify THIS?...I don't even know how much a gallon of milk costs these days, much less the cost of the materials and labor to fix all this...
He began with the obvious, estimating the costs as best he could, thankfully uncovering nothing but building materials and the occasional book. His notes were continually being Painted onto a loose board by his side. The numbers were quite dismal, no amount of rational thought or optimism could deny that fact.
[Paint]
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 6:17 pm
Alexi ran into the office to get a pad of paper and a pen. For some reason, she couldn't find one right away.
What, are all the tablets and pens hidden away in some mythical place or something? She thought to herself as she rummaged through drawers and cabinets.
All of a sudden, she heard someone behind her.
"Need a hand?"
Alexi jumped. "Waaah!"
Turning around, she saw that Total was on the ground behind her. He had apparently slipped under the radar of the group in the other room and gone to look for her.
"Well, the best I could offer you is a leaf, but..." he said. "Or maybe a vine or two? I dunno."
Alexi just stared at her friend for a few minutes. It was strange. He always knew where to find her. Always. It didn't matter if they were miles apart or a few feet. He would always know where she was. It was like he had a sixth sense or something.
Alexi continued searching for some paper and a pen. Finally, she found a tablet underneath a thick stack of papers along with a pen conveniently stuck through the spiral at the top. She was just about to leave when...
CRASH!!!
"What was that?" Total asked, perking up a bit.
"I dunno," Alexi replied, looking around. "I don't think we broke anything."
And then parts of the ceiling came crashing down.
The two screamed as they looked around for a place to hide. Alexi found shelter underneath the desk. She instinctively felt around for Total. But he wasn't there.
"Total?" she asked. She then noticed her plant friend was pinned underneath a part of the ceiling. He was struggling to get out.
"Total!" the girl yelled, springing out of her hiding place. Gripping the piece of cement, Alexi tugged as hard as she could and succeeded in getting it off her friend. "You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Total said, dusting himself off. "Thanks."
Alexi smiled.
All of a sudden, another loud crash was heard.
"Crap!" Alexi yelled.
The ceiling gave way and crumbled. Pieces of cement flew everywhere, creating clouds of dust and crushing everything they hit into bits. The office was a mess.
However, in that same instant, survival instincts had kicked in. Alexi yanked her plant friend out of harm's way, pulled him against her chest, and threw herself under the desk just in the nick of time.
(Ahh post is long!!! D=))
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:58 pm
(( YO, PEOPLE
GET OFF YOUR BEHINDS AND DO SOME ROLEPLAYING DB<
I have no idea why nobody's posted in ages because nobody's waiting on anything!! JUST COME IN AND DO STUFF ))
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 5:40 pm
[OKAY, OKAY!
Reserving a post here~.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:28 pm
 Evelyn  Evelyn’s waking scream was loud enough to rouse the dead. Her eyes flipped open as the pain in her body—mostly her legs—overcame her. The pure torture. Her body started writhing of its own accord in an attempt to rid itself of the hurt. She found that she was hitting someone, and although her eyes were open, she could not see who. “PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME!!!”
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:35 pm
((I'd like to...but where should I report the results? And if anyone would like to suggest a few objects for damage, that'd be nice))
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:40 pm
{{I really don't know if she meant for you to, really...but the books!!! The books!!!!}}
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:44 pm
((wasn't it already stated that 'the practice hall was fairly unharmed'? besides, it gives me a good reason to make up crap like 'The urinals in the 2nd floor restroom have exploded' and 'half-burned books have been discovered as nesting material for the local birds'))
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