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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:34 pm
The one with the stick chuckled maliciously but didn't say anything. The other one said, "Hey bro, no need to get all uptight. Me and my friend here just needed a bit of money to get to the other side of town. Saw you found that Mysticker, and we figured, since it wasn't yours, you wouldn't mind giving it to us."
The one with the stick laughed again as they continued to advance, now on either side of him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:38 pm
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, now, I don't have any money. And what do you mean 'Mysticker'? Do you mean this thing?" he said, taking another step back and holding the sticker up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:43 pm
Handwraps chuckled. "He ain't got no money!"
Stick laughed stupidly and said, "No money, he says!"
Handwraps advanced on Blaine. "Look, you got a Mysticker there. Give it over, that can sell for some coin." He held out a hand.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:49 pm
Blaine shook his head, "Nope, no can do, it's not mine so I'm not giving it to you creeps. Even if it was mine I wouldn't let you punks have it." he said, slapping the hand as if it were a high-five. He thought of a possible way out of this, it was a stretch, but worth a shot, "Hmm," he started, "Maybe if you tell me how these Mystickers work and what they do, I'll hand it over." he offered, bluffing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:01 pm
Handwraps looked incredulous. "What? You're not serious." He looked at Stick, confused.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:03 pm
"Of course I'm serious!" he assured them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:12 pm
Handwraps backed away slightly. "Well...umm...that's a Light 1 Mysticker, so you gotta...lemme see...you gotta just swipe your finger up the middle, like this." He swiped his finger vertically through the air.
Stick laughed. "Shut up!" Handwraps said. He turned back to Blaine. "Anyhow, I told you, now give it!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:13 pm
Anatoly Yang disliked unemployment. It seemed to him that this would be obvious, and yet, there he was, muttering as he walked down a street towards a grocery store near his apartment to stalk up for the week, "I hate not having a job." He reflected on the irony of this, as well as how much he disliked kids who attacked him with knives and lost him his job when he hospitalized them in self-defense.
Not that he knew many of those.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:18 pm
Osiris was keeping an eye on the fight below, as well as the area around, in case people came to interfere. His eye landed on a man the next street over.
To Osiris, it looked as though the man was surrounded by a thin, translucent haze. He was surprised; he hadn't expected to see one of those right now.
He walked to the edge of the building, waiting until the man was about 100 feet away. Osiris reached into his pocket, grabbed a random sticker, and dropped it.
"Strange," he muttered as he turned away, smiling. "It shouldn't be snowing in the summer." The snowflake-shaped Mysticker drifted to the ground.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:20 pm
Blaine looked at the man and smiled, "So you mean like this?" he said, placing the sticker on the ground and swiping his finger in a line like the man showed him. A sudden flash off light erupted from the mysticker, forcing Blaine to close his eyes, Alright! Time to leave! he thought, grabbing the sticker and forcing his eyes open a little, his vision was blurred, but he could see enough to tell which way to run.
And he ran, away from the two and into the street, accidentally running into a man there. He stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud THUD.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:26 pm
Stick and Handwraps fell back with a cry, grabbing at the empty air where they thought Blaine was. He was already out of the intersection by the time their vision cleared.
"Get him!" Handwraps shouted. He and Stick took off after him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:13 pm
Anatoly had just come across and picked up the Mysticker, and had just enough time to wonder where it came from when a man ran into him, knocking both of them to the ground. Anatoly deftly caught himself and rolled back to his feet.
"Hey, uh, are you okay?" he asked the man who ran into him, checking his pockets instinctively and finding his possessions were all still with him. He placed the snowflake Mysticker in his back pocket, against his wallet. With his finances as tight as they were, he'd never really owned one before.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:20 pm
Acquired: Ice 1
Acquired By: Venom3001
The two came out of the intersection to see Blaine and another man. "Hey!" Handwraps shouted. "You can't run now, boy!" They began to advance menacingly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:14 pm
Emma walked down the street with her wakeboard in hand and a tune in mind. I fly high like paper, I fly like planes, she sung in her head as she passed down a street. A sudden shout interrupted her song from the street she passed by, causing Emma to stop in her tracks and furrow her eyebrows. Now who could that be? she thought as she back tracked and peered down the street.
She viewed two men running from something and shouting, for no apparent reason. A pout overcame her face, for this act of shouting angered her, so she marched up to the two thugs and tapped them on their shoulder. "Excuse me, but your shouting is extremely rude. Do you think you can quiet it down a bit?" she questioned as she put one hand on her hip and stood up her board with the other hand.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:20 pm
Handwraps' eyes widened in disbelief. This...was not going as planned.
"You...shut up!" he called, confused. "Just go away!"
Stick looked back and forth in confusion.
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Osiris groaned as he put a hand over his eyes. Another one? This was just getting to be ridiculous.
He reached into his pocket, yet again, and withdrew a random Mysticker. With a small smirk, he deftly folded it into a tiny paper airplane and threw it off the roof in the girl's general direction.
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