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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:31 pm
The Persian woman trembled. Clarissa was a terrifying sight, without a doubt. She nodded shakily. "Yes...yes, please, step into the back room. We'll...we'll tell you everything." She and the rest of the scientists headed for a door at the back of the lab.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:40 pm
"I make a living touching others darling, the question is where...." she replied in a relatively cool demeanor. Her eyes turned toward the one laying on the floor, suddenly feeling a wave of apprehension. She never felt so hesitant to touch someone. But now, with the noise and the blood on her clothes...she didn't know what to expect.
And as she thought about this for much too long, the door was being smashed open by whoever was outside.
It didn't quite fall apart, but it was enough for her to utilize her own strength to push through. But would she want to meet whoever was on the opposite side?
There was no time to question this. Cossette just needed to get out to find Caleb again. She followed orders and pushed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 6:44 pm
The door supposedly collapsed from Cossette's push and Saieve looked the woman once over, a stunning female in every aspect.
No time for thoughts like that. Oh...my hands. Saieve quickly tucked his arms behind his back, not wanting to alarm Cossette.
"Alright, we need to go, hurry, no telling when the guards will show up."
((Posting in The Back Room, now Michure))
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:32 pm
"So... how long d'you think it'll take for the others to get back?" Elizabeth asked as they returned to the base. She was doing her best to ignore that an EVE had accompanied them and thus far was doing an admirable job of it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:04 pm
"Couldn't be long," Helena offered. "After all, we just simply... got here. Like always, just a matter of flipping some little Universal switch." She sighed and sat down, glad to be able to relax. The artist was in good shape, but too much of this could really wear her out. "What's worse, though, is we still have no actual plan. We've just been going along by the tug of our heartstrings, following some invisible marionette player's motions. It's disconcerting, even if it feels so right at the time."
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:46 pm
"No, uh, we've actually been following somebody very visible," Elizabeth pointed out. "The Thief."
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 5:37 pm
She looked up at Elizabeth with an inquisitively raised eyebrow. "Really? Last I checked the Thief didn't tell us to go raid that facility in the middle of nowhere, and he definitely didn't give us directions or hand us a ********' TomTom." She shook her head. "He definitely didn't tell me to hack through that fence, didn't tell us how we should infiltrate, or where to find those scientists. We did all that on our own, with the urging of some sixth-sense. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one that felt it, anyways."
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 8:09 pm
"We all felt it, yes, and we went on our own. Which makes it all the more conspicuous that the Thief showed up anyway," Elizabeth replied. "Right?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:50 pm
Helena shrugged. "The first time he showed up, it was out of nowhere. I'm not surprised that he was able to find us again. His powers are extensive, and I wouldn't put it past the Thief to have some unearthly method of tracking us." Another sigh then escaped. "This is pointless, though. I'm going to... shower." She pushed herself to a standing position and headed for the magical bathroom that spawned toiletries and clothing and had an infinite supply of hot water that could be the stolen sweat off the brows of underage Asian children bent over sewing machines for all they knew.
Knowing the Thief, that wasn't all too likely, but he did have a thing for the survival of the fittest. Torture didn't equate, last the artist had checked, but then again they hadn't exactly had time to play twenty questions with the Thief either. Not to mention that he usually ignored or deflected what few questions were asked of his person and abilities.
In a couple minutes, though, none of that mattered. Just the hot water and the clean feeling that came afterward as she settled into a pair of sweatpants, an unusually soft t-shirt, and a cotton-silk hoody. It was a wonderful feeling, and she exited the women's restroom smiling and hugging herself.
Wasn't it almost food time again?
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:47 pm
Clarissa was just scared. She remained silent throughout the older ladies' talk. I ate more people...oh God, I ate more people.... She followed Helena to the shower and stood under the scorching water for a while. She tried to ignore this past fight, but it was impossible. "I wish dad were still around," she mumbled.
After coming out of the shower, she grabbed clothes that looked similar to the ones she'd previously worn. Her skin was a bright pink from the hot water. It was also obvious that she'd been crying. I don't want to be here.
But there was nothing to be done. So she quietly stood by Helena and Elizabeth and waited for the Thief to arrive. And hopefully, she would be able to think of brighter thoughts. I hate myself.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:41 am
Finnegan was rather worried. He hadn't seen his brother yet and everything just seemed...wrong. Even the Hosts didn't seem to trust the side they were on. But he was sure he had made the right choice.
After a brief shower (separate from the women, of course), he grabbed a new set of clothes and joined the ladies. He had a look of obvious worry on his face.
"Have any of you lasses heard anything from the others? Or Saieve?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:23 pm
Seeing Clarissa in the state she was, Helena sidled over and draped her arms around the younger girl, hugging her from behind. They could all probably use a little comforting then, and this was the best the artist could offer. "We'll be alright," she whispered in Clarissa's ear before answering Finnegan with a simple shake of her head. Things had gotten weird after the most recent foray, and for the first time since their unification, the group had been split up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 8:27 am
Clarissa flinched as someone wrapped their arms around her. One look at the hands told her it was either Helena or Elizabeth. The whisper narrowed it down to Helena.
She relaxed a bit in Helena's grasp. But then she heard Finnegan ask about his brother. "...Sai?" She looked around with panic. He's not here. He's not with us. Where is he?! Did he get captured? Was he dead? He's gone. He's gone...he'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgone. She started to shiver. If someone decided to look in her direction, they would have a hard time telling whether she was laughing or crying.
She whipped around and grabbed Helena by the waist. She held onto the older girl tightly; she was afraid of losing another person. "Don't disappear too. Please," she whispered. She was crying into Helena's shirt and quivering.
She was losing everything - family, friends, her self control. I don't know what to do.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 8:55 am
If Elizabeth had been there and not showering (or rather, staring at the wall of the shower blankly and trying not to think), she would have hoped Clarissa didn't notice her absence.
Only she wouldn't, because she wouldn't be absent.
You get the idea.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 4:42 pm
Finnegan sat with his hand against his forehead. After a few moments he stood.
"I need some time alone." he said quietly before stepping outside.
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