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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 1:54 pm
He attempted to lift his head up weakly, staring at the source of the strange, ringing voice. Whoah, he never knew she had an identical twin!
While he might have been a little more startled at the sudden discovery of said identical twin standing next to her, the majority of his brain was trying not to puke out its guts at the jarring concussion. Just briefly, a small worried part of his voice reminded him that he should do something if he wanted to live, but this thought was interrupted by a jarring pain shooting from his leg.
At this point, rainbows and unicorns could have been flying around: Charonite could have been riding on said orange-maned unicorn and Torbernite still would not have noticed: his mind could barely register on the lowest radars of consciousness. Doing his best to prop himself on one elbow, he blinked at the blurs of senshi(s?) and uttered a weak "'M sorry" before his elbow shook, giving in, and he well, unfortunately, passed out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 4:02 pm
- Well crap.
The grand summary of her 'attempt for justice' was pathetically obvious as the civilian deliquent (negaverse baddie?) went mumbly and then suddenly limp beneath her. Failure. Atleast in the sense of heroic warrior of good. She could hope that he'd take the lesson to heart.. and maybe even hope that he WAS some scum of the negaverse to help kill some of the guilt that was sure to nag her later.
It was probably that promise of guilt that convinced the senshi to move the unconcious body from the middle of the alleyway.
Lifting herself with a groan, she hooked the hand of her good hand at his armpit, dragging him lazily towards the building he'd scaled just a few moments before. Hufff... hufff. It was mostly her own weight and leaning back that did the job. When finally he was half propped again the wall, out of the way of being trampled or run over should something come rushing down the alley, she stepped back, catching her breath as she tried to keep her aching arm from brushing her aching side. Her mind tried to piece together the events, silently cursing the fact that she still had never gotten her bracelet back as she made the slow journey back towards home. She'd won... she guessed.
Note to self for future reference. Righting civil wrongs good. Lettings one's self become blinded in anger about some insult to themself... not quite so 'hero of justice and righteousness'.-
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:33 am
It was hard to hide with a giant cast on your arm, but Parker had managed to do just that. It required him to climb into a dumpster. He. Smelled. Gross. The boy had been moments away from abandoning his plan to photograph those powered-up people who would insist on terrorizing the town, on holding themselves to a different set of rules than the rest of society. Then he heard the scuffle between the senshi and the negaverse agent.
Just in time, he fell into the trashcan and managed to snap photo after photo. The girl he recognized as Sailor Polaris. The boy he did not. After waiting until he was certain they were gone, Parker slipped out of the dumpster (which took about fifteen minutes in and of itself) and quickly returned to Hillworth. He didn't even care about the looks that he got for his stained clothes and awful smell. Trapped on the digital camera he held in his hands was the beginning of his mission to expose the vigilantes, to even the playing field for the rest of humanity.
It had only just begun.
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