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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:08 am
Thinking over what Xerion had said Jack wondered. It sounded like a good idea and all though. Looking at Xerion with a grin Jack nodded, agreeing to the idea.
"It sounds like a pretty awesome idea, I say we start it up right now! And I know just the place to build it, on that cliff we fought at. And I also know a good name for it also, The Kings Hand Hall."
Yes, it would all be awesome! And Jack would still have loads of money left over to spend on other things. So standing up Jack turned to the door of the suite with a smile. Time to go to some building place and order the building to be made!
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:10 am
Xerion also stood and headed to the door, it was a good time to begin, but right after a short meal at the closest restraunt, Xerion was starving!
-End of Scene-
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:21 am
She could hear them coming, the ones that would stare at her, throw peanuts and popcorn at her like she was some trained beast for their amusement. Curling up deeper into the shadows of the cage she realized that's all she truly was. A freak not fit to be free to live a normal life. Yet what was normal, she had watched over the years the normal people come and go, gawking at her and talking about her as if she was not intelligent enough to understand what they were saying. Mothers yelling at their crying children, boyfriends showing off to their girls by throwing rocks at her, hoping to get her to react. Yet she would not give them that satisfaction.
Wrapping her arms about herself she looked to the trailer across the way from her cage. He was in there, she could smell him. Well not really but she knew he was in there just the same. He was always in his trailer on the first night in any area. From there he could watch over most of the carnival until the 'side shows' were to perform and then he would come out and stand on the side watching closely as his 'pets' performed. Shivering, she gulped and looked about wondering if she should even try to escape. He had said many times that he would kill her if she tried, and the scars all over her body proved that he meant business.
The past six years had been a pure lesson in torture for Samantha. As Fredrick tested every harsh torment known to man, and a few yet undiscovered by the general populous, upon her for punishment. Her natural ability to adapt made it hard to punish her and harm her, yet he had stumbled upon her weakness quite by accident. It was a secret he kept from everyone so that he alone could handle her. He told everyone else she was too much of a danger thus making himself 'look' powerful to any that came to see the show.
She sat in the darkness contemplating the past, as well as her plan for her escape. Time passed with little meaning, people wandering before her cage and reading the placard that sat before her cage, only then after reading that she was a wild creature, insanely fierce and untamed did they begin the usual taunting and tempting to try and see her react to them.
Slipping into her mind she shut them out, focusing on her body instead. Slowly she began to feel the change it was like a rush of intoxication pulsing through her as she subtly changed herself. This time she was pumping up her muscles, making herself a hundred times stronger, and faster than her normal self. Speed and strength would be the key to her plan tonight and there was no way she would let herself fail.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:16 pm
The lights in the trailer flicked off and the door opened, her crimson gaze focused once again as he was coming for her. It was now or never, she had one shot of doing this right and she was not going to mess up. Bowing her head she looked subservient as he walked up and began unlocking her cage. She willingly went with him, getting free of the cage before twisting about so fast that he had little time to react, one hand slammed against his throat, fingers curling as she gouged into his windpipe with her nails. He was a big man but definitely not stronger than she was at the moment.
Crimson orbs glared up into his bugged out brown gaze, her lips curled back into a snarl as she slowly crushed his windpipe. His body flailed about trying to escape her grasp but at the moment she would not let go. She could hear people screaming and yet nothing but the monster before her was in her focus, here was the one that had made her little more than a whipped animal for all these years and she was going to make him wish he had never met her.
The scream of sirens echoed in her ears. Snapping her back to the here and now, looking down at the still body of what was once Fredrick Gand she blinked for a moment not fully comprehending just what she had done. A woman's scream made her head snap up, looking about at the horrified crowd that had gathered at a distance. They had seen it all and now the police were coming, the Freak had turned on 'it's' master and had killed him. She would be locked up and killed for sure. Her fingers slowly unlocked letting the body fall the rest of the way to the ground.
For half a second she contemplated just giving herself up, letting society dispose of her like the tainted trash it thought her to be. Only for a moment though, then her instinct for survival blazed alive and she dashed headlong towards the crowd and they scattered like frightened sheep before a hungry wolf. Reaching the edge of the carnival she had no clue where to go, only away from the sound of the approaching sirens.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 12:28 am
+[I'll rp with you Lunar!]+
Just entering the carnival Xerion Nozima made his way looking through the attractions. While he was looking around he made his way to where a croud was forming. There he saw that girl that usually does survival things like surviving in acid, getting no oxygen at all, stuff like that. Watching as the tamer came out a slight sneer formed on Xerions face. Every time he went to this carnival that man just made Xerion angry. Maybe becuase he kept the people as slaves, and most likely beat them backstage. Watching closely while sipping on his milkshake Xerion watched as the girl came out of her cage and began strangling the man. Thinking it was part of the show Xerion just stood still and watched, sucking at his drink every-so-often.
When people around him started screaming and running away while calling the police a thought came to mind, maybe it wasn't part of the act. But the guy deserved it anyway, being a slave owner and such. As sirens began ringing in the background Xerion wondered what to do, just walk away like nothing happened or help the girl out. With a split decision Xerion ran after the girl through the croud gap she had made. The best thing he could do was probably stop the police completely, and that was what he was good at. Stopping things. He was a rather large man at that, which made things much more easy.
Dropping the milkshake in his hand Xerion sprinted behind the very fast person infront of him before they hit the end of the carnival. Taking a quick turn towards the sirens, just passing infront of the girl, Xerions body began to glow blue. The police cars then turned a corner infront of Xerion, who was currently running in the middle of the road. It was only one car at the time which would make things easier.
Xerions right fist, which was covered in a blue and gray gauntlet, began to glow a very bright blue. Pulling his fist back Xerion neared the very fast incoming Police car. Just getting close enough his fist flashed foward down on the bonet of the car. A blast of metal and flames exploded around Xerion and the car. As the dust and smoke settled Xerion was still standing with his fist stuck in the cars bonet. The policeman had been knocked out completely, maybe killed. And with that large wreckage most police cars would probably crash trying to get through. And with that Xerion ran backwards following the girl from before, who was about two hundred meters away by now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 2:07 am
"Oops, that could have been bad...Guess I should at least try to pay attention to you poor fools." whee 'Andi could feel the heat of the burning wreckage as she stood for a moment over the unconscious driver of the car.
The lady in white turned as if to watch Sam run off into the night as she smiled to herself. The sirens roared all around as the rest of the police arrived to try and save their companion.
The ruckus at the circus was momentarily forgotten as the police rushed around the burning car. Just as Xerion had intended!
'Andi smiled to herself and disappeared as quickly as she had popped into the situation. Sam was safely away but the time was not quite right....
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:41 am
The chaos behind her only spurred her on faster. She dared not to turn about only hearing the crashes and even more people screaming. Slipping quickly down a side alley she silently made her way towards the beach. The darkness of the night made it easier for her to 'blend in' with the evening crowd that was enjoying a stroll along the sand.
Her mind racing she had no clue what to do next. She had not thought of what to do after she had escaped, to be honest she had not thought she would actually succeed. Keeping her head down she slowed her pace to a quick walk, not wanting to stand out or be noticed in any way. She would need to get away from the island, at least go into hiding until the search for her was called off.
Glancing about she realized she had walked far enough from the populated area of the beach. There was little more than gulls and sand crabs for company here. Looking back the way she came she saw the lights of the hotels and the main part of the town shining out like a tempting beacon yet she knew to go back would mean capture and most certainly death. Slowly sitting upon the sand she turned her gaze away from the lights to look out upon the inky water a soft sigh escaping her lips...
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 1:35 pm
Turning into the alleyway that he saw the girl run down Xerion ran out into a beach area. Quite alot of people were walking around the beach, or sitting down on the beach. "She could be anywhere by now..." Xerion muttered to himself before walking out onto the beach. All he wanted to do was help her out, but now she gone ran away into the abyss of the beach. It was going to be a b***h to find her now.
A few minutes past and Xerion just seemed to pop up out of nowhere behind the girl who was sitting down on the sand. The large Xerion wandered up beside her and sat down also. "I've got the perfect place to hide out, if you want to stay out of trouble. It's not too far from here aswell, only a half hour walk. I could show you it if you like." Xerion then said as he looked out into the ocean. He tried to be as nice sounding as possible, but she would most likely be very jittery and jumpy, and might even run away.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 3:07 pm
Body tensing as the person sat down by her, she could feel adrenaline beginning to course through her veins yet again. She had no clue that this was the person that helped her escape in the first place. Her crimson gaze narrowing as he spoke calmly telling her of a place he knew of to hide at. He knew what she had done, so either he was a killer like she was or he wanted to bring her in to face the consequences for what she had done. She did not even consider that he just might be wanting to help out.
Not looking at him she stayed still and silent for a long time. It was as if she did not acknowledge him he would just vanish and she would be alone again. Moments passed and he did not leave, she slowly parted her lips and spoke for the first time in as long as she could remember. "Go away." Her voice was alien even to her, it cracked slightly and was without any inflection. She doubted he would do as she said but it gave her a few more moments to think of a way to get away from him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:01 am
A little voice whispered in the back of her head. You are not far enough away yet, go with him for now, get further away, find a better place to hide....
Meanwhile the Police were finding that the circus was all a shambles, and all the eye witnesses had at least three different idea's about what had happened... there was little chance that they would pick up the trail tonight, or any time soon for that matter!
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 12:44 pm
Turning quickly she looked at the stranger who still sat beside her looking out at the ocean. She doubted that he was the one that spoke in her mind the tone and inflection of the words were completely different. That meant there was another watching her, another that knew where she was and what she was doing at this moment. Slowly she glanced around the dark beach wondering just who it was and where they were.
A shiver rippled over her skin and she glanced back to the stranger beside her wondering if he too had heard the voice from his expression he had not. She swallowed and lowered her head, an involuntary sign of submission that had been ingrained into her being from the years of being in Gand's possession.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 10:53 pm
Oh, don't be like that... The voice was still distant and small. I am being reasonable! There is no cover out here, no place to hide, running in the sand is difficult, and not all beings are as evil as the one you left behind!
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 12:26 pm
Blinking Sam nodded slightly. The voice had a point, she looked back to the person sitting beside her and stated, "I was told to go with you..." The main thing she knew was she could not stay out here, in time she would definitely be found and other than the voice in her mind and the strangely quiet person beside her no one seemed to be helping her. Yet again she would adapt to her surroundings, just this time it would be mental not physical.
Slowly standing she wrapped her arms about her thin form, letting the ocean breeze flow over her as she waited for the person beside her to show her this place to hide. Anything was better than waiting here to be caught by the police.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 2:17 am
It was quiet. Maybe it'd been too much to hope for that the town that never sleeps, would actually live up to Gambino's much hyped PR, but from what the redhaired woman could see, Gambino Isle was dead after about 2am.
Here she was wandering the streets, her fists in her trenchcoat as she tried to think if she could remember any bars that would still be open. Maybe a few of the less than legal ones. Probably end up in trouble, but then again, it was a rare night indeed when trouble didn't find her anyways.
Step one...Figure out which bar...Probably Morgan's...Most of the Pirates were off season so they'd need something to do...which usually consisted of wasting their spoils in bars on wenches and drinks. Which meant they'd leave her alone. All the better.
knock, knock
"Who's there?"
"An old friend, Morgan..." she smiled as she saw the green eyes flash out of the peephole as her hands shoved back into the trenchcoat she was wearing after she's pushed the shades back to cover cornflower blue eyes.
The eyes behind the peephole got a bit wider, right before the door was thrown open and she was flung up into the air and into a tight bearhug from the man who'd be two of her. And she was not a short woman by any means. But 'Morgan' could still outweigh her by a good two hundred very solid pound.
"Why lass, I haven't seen you in ten monsoon seasons! What brings you here? Not trouble again, I hope...I just finished repairs from the last time you were here."
How do you tell the man you looked up to like an uncle that you were wanted for no less than 5 murders, 10 counts of breaking an entering, and more than a handful of technically international incidents...
"No, Uncle Morgan. I just..." need a lie he'll believe......"It's just..." She sniffled, hating to lie to Morgan like this, "...man trouble..." She'd just been about to go into her full lie when he hushed her immediately and sat her down at the bar, pouring her a beer.
"I know you like white wine, lass. But man trouble is beer material."
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 3:07 am
"WHAT?!"
A heavyset, rugged looking man shot up from his chair slamming his hands down on the table before him. There was a slender red hair man sitting opposite of him with his feet resting on the table talking too low for anyone else to hear over the noise of the bar.
"YOU a*****e, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL..."
The big man paused for a moment looking for the right word.
"...I'll....I'LL KILL YOU!"
Looking at him curiously the red haired man folded his arms and waited to see just what the heavy man had in mind. Then he taunted.
"Really?"
He dragged out the word then smiled with confidence. The heavy set man frowned, his teeth clenched, and his eyes swelled with anger.
"DIE!"
He was quicker than he looked, he reached for a gun in his pants with practiced precision. As he did this the red haired man drew his feet back and slammed his heel on the edge of the table. A shot was fired into the piece of furniture as it came between both men. However, the bullet shot through and although it had obscured the big man's line of sight it hit where he aimed.
Quickly the heavy man pushed the tilted table to one side looking for his target.
"What the...?"
The red haired man was gone. He was sitting at the bar.
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