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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:23 am
[[Rufus is probably wondering why in the hell a random girl ran around him in a circle XD]]
Realizing that this new assassin-like warrior was more of a threat than the slightly confused lycan, the man with one eye instantly transferred his hold to her, also trying to knock the glaive out of her hands at the same time.
The man with one eye gave a 'hmph'.
"I love beautiful women leaping into my arms..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:29 am
{Tee-hee I thought it would give him something to think about!}
Millie gave a yelp as her glaive was thrown out of her reach. "Hey!" She struggled as hard as she could. Her legs kicked him hard, and she spat at his face. "Let go!" She yelled her face distressed. She hated feeling powerless and this idiot could not beat her. She threw many fast well aimed kicks at him and used all of her arm strength to try and get him to let her go.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:37 am
The man with one eye blocked her kicks using his normal right arm [which was now holding a nearby ceramic dining plate, as they were next to the cafeteria now].
He dragged her in closer, but then pulled her away form him.
"Oh? I smell something I'm allergic to on your lips, my dove."
He switched his plate for a small wet nap on the same table.
"Allow me to dote upon you to clean it up."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:43 am
"No!" She yelled "You're no allergic, you’ll like it. I promise." She kicked her foot up, trying to knock the napkin from his hand. "Just let me go!" Her eyes pleaded with him. In the back of her mind she wished that she had taken more time getting stronger so that she could just get herself out of his hand. “You just think your allergic because you’ve never tasted anything so good.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:51 am
After picking up the dropped wet nap and taking a kick to the head, the man with one eye ignored her pleas, and then drew her in closer.
He closed his eye and sucked in his lips, leaving no room for possible harm, and then, knowing where each part of her body was [even the parts he wished to salvage], he attempted to wipe the poison off of her mouth with the wet nap.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:56 am
Millie kicked his now unprotected crotch, and bit his hand as he attempted to clean her of her lip gloss. She held tight to his hand, biting as hard as she could. She wanted to draw blood if not bite off the chunk of hand she held between her teeth. Now was no time to think about being a vegetarian.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:02 am
The man, however, anticipated this coming, and showed absolutely no reaction to either.
He proceeded to clean off about half of the lipgloss, but then he let her go due to some unknown, horrible pain that caused him to shriek.
As he fell to the floor, a 12-year-old-looking plastic doll with a very high-frequency taser in her hands was looking at both of them with glass eyes blankly.
"Guinea Pig."
"Guinness, my name is GUINNESS, you b***h!"
"Your master calls you Guinea Pig, as will I. I'll take you back to the lab to be tested."
Guinness jumped up inhumanely to a beam at the top of the very tall ceiling, and began to run away, jumping from beam to beam.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:10 am
Millie jumped back and watched him carefully in case she needed to run. Once he was out of sight, she reapplied her lip gloss from a small vile she kept in a hidden pocket. Once sure she was poisonous, she ran back to pickup her glaive which was laying forsaken on the floor near the entrance to the cafeteria. She checked it for imperfections, not wanting to ever be taken like thatagain. "thanks" She said and smiled at the child who had saved her from certain doom.{edited}
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:15 am
The mannequin was behind her, as if it was following her soundlessly.
"You're lucky. I can only come to apprehend when I smell his pheromones acting up. Apparently, you turn him on a lot."
[[hahah what]]
She looked to where he had left.
"I've been in this job for as long as he's been a loon... with this tournament held each year... and half of the female competitors either are never seen again, or are found, raped and dead from suffocation. The other half have been raped before, and some of those survivors have committed suicide on these grounds."
She began to walk away.
"You cannot leave until the tournament is over. Remember the warranty- The Cirque is not responsible for any injuries, traumatisms, or diseases..."
[[He can't have diseases though, as his body is immune. Doesn't mean he can't PASS them, though...]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:24 am
Millie shuttered at the thought. She came to fight not to get raped. "Well, I appreciate your help." She called after the child and waved. She did not want to seem ungrateful. "You should teach me that tazer trick sometime!" She joked and leaned on her glaive, She seemed a little to happy for someone who just went through a traumatic experience. But Millie was a happy person and there was no changing that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:25 am
The girl looked back.
"Be careful. I have been late most of the time... and this tournament has gone on for over five thousand years..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:43 am
Millie nodded. "Don't worry; I'll be more careful from now on." She giggled and bowed slightly. "I doubt that he will even be able to lay a hand on me ever again. Because next time...He won't have a hand." She smiled innocently and waved again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:51 am
The girl looked genuinely worried, though her face was immoveable plastic.
"Miss... please... don't be too confident..."
A ton like Millie escaped once and then got too full of themselves, and the idea made the poor girl's head hurt.
The girl walked away very far into the distance, and out of earshot.
The familiar single eye was looking down at Millie again from a window.
"You just wasted some poison in your vial, my dear."
[[oh hell.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:59 am
Millie yawned and took a seat at one of the cafeteria tables. She put a hand up to one of her pigtails and fixed it carefully, a strand had come loose to hand in front of her face and it really annoyed her. Once her hair was fixed and picked up her glaive and polished the sharp blade with a polishing cloth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:04 am
Guinness confidently jumped down a couple yards in front of her, landing on his feet with his knees bent to the sides, with his hands in a 'U' shape above his head.
The heavy dustcloud caused by his fall made his shadowed eye gleam.
"Rendesvouz."
[[ITS THE FIIIINALLLL COUUUUNTDOOOOWN]]
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