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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:04 pm
This was beginning to make Minxi very uneasy. She hadn't run into one of her teams or any of the other people she knew who should be seeking them. Maybe she'd just stay here for a bit until she gathered some intel.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:07 pm
Still noone. Good. Aiolos may have a good defense, but he didn't like to be overpowered by mobs. He walked through.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:08 pm
He wanted to go shopping, find something useful. Please something useful.
Off to the shopping district!
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:08 pm
Get out of the way of your going to ******** die.
The most beat up looking ambulance ever was rolling through the gate at like 90 from the direction of Old Barton. There was dents across it, the back right door looked totally gimpy, windshield was messed up, and the driver's head had a trail of blood running down the side where it got slammed into his window and cracked it. He was constantly reaching up to brush some of it aside to keep it from getting in his vision.
There was no way they were staying in Barton now though. They had done more then enough damage to the place. Would probably never be able to enter it again or face public execution. gonk
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:15 pm
Angel had managed to hit her head on the passenger door windshield. It was shattered and her head was thumping, along with a small trickle of blood sliding down her scalp.
She stared ahead, a blank expression while shaking in her boots. Tweak and Athan have officially scared the s**t out of her. She couldn't believe the luck she was having with these two.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:20 pm
Athan was rolling around in the back of the ambulance, no longer able to strap himself down to something. At one point, he had actually rolled through the door to the ambulance, which had explained why the rear door looked so gimpy.
It was by sheer luck that he had pulled himself back inside, and due to forcefully slamming the door shut it had broken off the top hinge, so it was just sort of swinging around lazily. Everything in the back was just strewn about, leaving Athan covered in plastic bags and medical supplies.
He was fairly sure about ten needles were sticking into his back.
That was wrong, however.
There were about thirty, and if he stood up and walked around anyone would have been able to notice that. This would also probably confirm Tweak's steroid suspicions.
"Ngghfa!"
He rolled around again, slamming his face against a nearby cabinet the moment he tried to stand up.
"SLOW THE ******** DOWN!"
He managed to scream as he slipped on an IV drip and fell flat onto his stomach.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:28 pm
"That was ******** crazy."
All Tweak had to say as he let go of the steering wheel just long enough to snatch the red towel from his bag and start patting at his forehead. This spilt his clothes all over the floorboard but he did not care. His attention was ont he road...but they were heading north along a straight road. Not like it required the total concentration he was giving it.
Luckily there was no traffic today, it would have been a tragedy.
At least he slowed down when Athan called out about it. He took one glance in the rearview and started grinding the break as they made their way north.
"...Athan man, get that s**t out of your back." Deal with it as calmly as possible.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:09 pm
BASS'KEN >> NORTH GATE
A sportscar blitzed straight through the gate; a handful of change flying back at it.
Only this wasn't a tollbooth. It just sort of clattered on the ground.
NORTH GATE >> ARENA
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:11 pm
And right behind the sports car came a rather large man literally dragging a smaller person with a woman tucked under his arm like she were a football. He didn't have a dasher marble equipped, but he was hauling a**.
This seemed all too familiar to his experience at Petals of Chaos, except there weren't any police cars. Just glowing tattoos.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!"
And he followed in the wake of the sports car. Halfway across the Gate.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:14 pm
Tweak was in Hell.
Being injured and all he was getting dragged by his good arm thankfully, a gun just waving around in front of them thanks to it. His bad arm was just kind of flying behind him.
He was dizzy, felt sick, blood had gotten in his eye...
And Athan was literally dragging him through the gate. His feet were working but not quite correctly so he stumbled more then a few times. But he managed to almost keep up. If not his feet inevitably caught the ground when Athan picked up speed.
His life sucked.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:14 pm
This place started to seem extremely familiar.
Oh right, it was where he nearly fell out of the ambulance. As semblanced by the large amount of medical supplies. He turned away from them and started heading to another familiar area.
The Barton Fountain. That place had good memories, since that's where he happened to kick the Viceroy's a**.
Yeah, good mojo from that place, might as well head to the giant green light while they were at it.
So they took a detour, and headed towards the Arena.
"STOP STUMBLING!"
He yelled at Tweak, then literally changed his grip in mid stride, and hauled Tweak onto his shoulder.
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