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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:52 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:55 am
Mocha screams as the whip hits his back, slicing the flesh open. Rochester turns away, unable to look. The crowd cheers the whip on with each lash, but they still want more. Mocha is almost ready to collapse. His knees give out from underneath of him, held up by the ropes tied around his wrists.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:56 am
Cries, seeing the whip: No!
Rae's cries are drowned out by the crowd's yelling. Pheobe and Omobolasire manage to drag her away from the scene before they were spotted.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:59 am
The lashes come to a stop, letting Rochester turn back around to Mocha.
*goes to Mocha, lifting his head up*
To Mocha, whispering: What do you want, Mocha? You've got to be careful, you could be dead soon. Why don't you say something? I hold your life in my hands! How can you stay quiet? I don't think you understand!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:01 am
To Rochester, trying to breathe: You have nothing in your hands. You power comes to you from the Stella Cadente. You can't change my fate. Or even your own. It is set from the time we are born.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:02 am
*stands back up*
To Mocha: You're a fool, Mocha! How can I help you?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:03 am
Calls to Rochester: Rochester, execute him!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:03 am
Yells: Remember the Stella Cadente!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:04 am
Calls out: You have a duty to keep the peace!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:06 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:07 am
Calls: You'll be demoted!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:07 am
Yells out: You'll be deported!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:08 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:11 am
Yells at Mocha: Don't let me stop your great self-destruction. Die, if you want to, you misguided martyr! I wash my hands of your demolition. Die if you want to, you innocent puppet!
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