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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:08 pm
"No. And you have my word, if it's worth that much to you." The trunk was full of different weapons, pistols, rifles, and some grenades.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:13 pm
Blair sighed a sigh of relif. Blair had felt like she couldn't trust anyone after the bike incident....
Blair looked over at the door. The screaches had stoped. Blair saw a peice of paper lying by the door. "What's that?" She said, pointing to the note.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:20 pm
"It a piece of paper." He chuckled and walked over and picked it up. He read it and handed it to her. "It's for you. I don't care so much for digging."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:24 pm
"Hmm?" Blair said, talking the note and reading it to her self. "It says to go to the train station in the subway." Blair said, looking up at Jareth.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:35 pm
"If you want to learn the origin of the virus." He kicked the trunk and everything inside shifted and rolled around, making a lot of noise. "It seems to me that we're being followed." He pointed to the paper. "'Helpful hint' here sealed that for me."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:37 pm
Character Name: Kayla Summers (Kay for short)
Gender and Sexuality: Female, Straight
Birth Date, Current Age and Hometown: Born in Fortuna in 2133 (Currently 25)
Appearance: Denim Jeans, tight long-sleeved black shirt, black sneakers. Short blond hair and big brown eyes. Very honest face.
Attitude: Lives off her emotions. When she's up, you know it, and when she's down its not pretty. But the little things cheer her up and she is always looking for the good in everything. She will work with you, but doesn't trust anyone, and tries not to get emotionally attatched.
Strengths: She was on a hockey team before the virus spread so she is in good physical shape and is rather tough in a fight.
Weakness: Itchy Trigger Finger. Fires at EVERYTHING that moves.
Occupation: A Nurse for Megatree before the infection.
APPROVED!
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:40 pm
Blair walked over to the couch and sat down and staired at the peice of paper. "I do want to learn about the virus. But I'm not all happy-happy joy-joy about being followed." Blair said, looking over at the door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:51 pm
He finally opened the trunk. "That's why I have these." He pulled out a grenade and tossed it to her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:53 pm
Kayla darted down a dark back alley, not even bothering to check to see where it led. It had been three days since she had lost her friend, Mark. They had been split up when he tried to fend off an Acid as she ran for cover. She hadn't even turned back for him, and it had probably cost him his life.
Kayla ducked behind a dumpster, and crouched in a puddle of some foul-smelling liquid. It didn't really matter what it was though, because honestly, it was better than what was following her. She had been foolish, and had stopped in a shop to try and find something light that she could carry with her to eat. Not even bothering to sweep the aisles in her famished state, Kayla had barely made it ot of the store alive, and since had been followed relentlessly.
That had been three hours ago, and now, she was out of ammo, and out of places to run, hiding behind a dumpster in a dead-end alley. God knew how many were after her, but she prayed they wouldn't find her hiding space.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:54 pm
Blair caught the granade. "Uhhh, ok." Blair put it in her tote bag and out the bag over her sholder across the chest. "Well I'm gonna go find out who wrote this note." Blair said heading for the door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:58 pm
"Get whatever you need first." He started looking through the trunk and placing some weapons out for her to choose. "And food if you need it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:05 pm
Blair walked over to the trunk and picked up a FAL assault rifle. "Hmm." Blair smirked, putting the rifel into her bag.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:12 pm
He smiled and picked out and M-4. He pulled out a little bag. It had 'Goodies' written on it. He opened it and pulled out a suppressor and a scope. He started putting them on.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:16 pm
"Dayum, where'd you get those?" Blair said, grining.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:19 pm
"Everything you see...I stole out of the armory." He smiled. "Did you know that the security was lax at three am on a sunday?"
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