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Leprechaun and the Voices
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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 8:33 pm
((Huh. Well I guess putting guns to heads was what we did for our trust exercise.))
Mephlius stood up. "If that's what you want." He walked to the training room.
~exit: Haven Training room~
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 8:35 pm
Kuro fell to the floor laughing, so loud the two could hear him easily. He didn`t expect anyone request love be proved in a fight, and thought it was hilarious. He walked up to them, as he got close, he broke out into a sprint toward the training room, hoping the others would try to race him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 8:38 pm
Amnity didn't know where this was going, even though she was the one that thought of the idea in the first place. I''l just wing it. The hunter saw Kuro sprint by, suddenly her competitive attitude took over. She ran, trying to beat him to Haven.
((Exit: Haven.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 2:31 pm
He dropped out of the tree aqnd headed for the bar.
(exits)
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 8:38 pm
Damian got up and left.((exits)
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 9:17 am
Jacob walked over to the bench, and noticed some new carvings on it. In addition to the 'credo' that had been there before, it said 'Mephilius + Amnity's bench'. He chuckled at this, and began shedding his equipment. He took off his beret, and laid it down. He removed the MG42, and then his satchel. He shrugged off his coat, and stripped off his vest. He felt much lighter. He removed a bottle of pills from his bag and said "Might need 'em later." He sat down in front of the bench, and closed his eyes, waiting for the shade to pull Wolf there.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 9:25 am
((Dangit Jacob! No matter what I do your avi still looks better than mine! stare ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 9:34 am
((Is what I do. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 9:56 am
{Kuro is in infirmary with multiple Uv shots in his legs. Please visit, i`m getting bored!}
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:26 am
Jacob sat there, and then rolled to the right, raising his mirror-turned-shield. The bolt missed completely, and Jacob knew that the thing controlling Wolf was behind it. "Bloody coward..." he muttered, crouching low.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 11:19 am
Twi chased a lycan to Central Park, firing multiple shots at it as it ran. Of course the lycan is mush faster than him so it alluded him and quickly ran to the dark forest. Twi grimaced when it had escaped. Where's Amnity when you need her? He asked, holstering his weapon.
Suddenly a bolt of light came rushing at his direction. Acting quickly, he ducked behind a tree as the bolt went by. What the... Twi stayed behind cover, reloading his gun.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:48 pm
Circe walked into the park her eyes glew red. It felt akward in the park, a little different rather. She had a death grip on Asmo's hand as her eyes deepened in color. "I don't like the feeling.." she said softly looking ahead.
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Local friendly psychopath
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:51 pm
Asmodeous heard some gun shots, "Screw this, the park isn't safe tonight, we can go back to my place or the bar, you're choice," he said, secretly hoping to go to the bar.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:58 pm
Circe nodded dragging him off towards the bar. "I don't care what you say, I want a drink." she said smiling with her fangs showing. lossening her grip on Asmo's hand slightly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 3:10 pm
((First post in quite the while.))
It was just another business day, and as far as businesses go. This one, to put it mildly, simply stunk. Jack laid on his back in his office, which happened to be outdoors, which also happened to be in Central Park, a few feet from the Reservoir. The grass on his back made his bomber jacket wet and dirty, but as far as he was concerned, it simply did not matter. Business was bad and Jack was nearly flat-broke. Poverty stinks and like his University Economics teacher said, "The best way to help the poor is to NOT become poor." And it was all true.
This striking out on his own compiled every single life lesson he had ever been taught, and balled it up, and tossed it unto Jack from a sixth story window. Unfortunately for Jack Dupree; he took the term "head's up" literally. Some of these lessons being quite odd to begin with. "Don't turn off a werewolves radio," or, "Do not tell a vampire how great the weather was that morning." It just doesn't work and Jack's usual lack of "good" things to speak about didn't help in the least.
He stood up as he finished off his large salted pretzel, and quickly rued the hot dog he ate for breakfast down at Midtown. Jack lurched forward and barfed into the Reservoir. Since Jack came to New York City, the large body of water, known as the Reservoir, was never as clean as it used to be. This was typical. As said, It was just another business day, and it stunk... literally.
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