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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 6:55 pm
"Saber down, Draiman," Atra answered coolly. As if she were acting on her own command, she clipped hers onto her utility belt again. She adjusted her gloves so they fit her beetter and tilted her head.
"Of course I sleep," she answered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 7:19 pm
Draiman: Really?.."Beauty sleep"?
He holstered his saber and crossed his arms over his chest, he had a white towel around his neck, which he used to dry himself off with fromhis own sweat, he looked around the cell with a sudden smirk.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 7:23 pm
Atra raised her eyebrows, gracing him with a disdainful snort.
"I pray not," she answered. One last shock of electricity to the guards made them stare at the prisoner, who was unconscious in his cell, before she walked out, Draiman trailing behind.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 10:03 pm
((Skyskyskyskysky!!!11! Check out the stickies! XP))
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 10:19 pm
((... Oh there it is xd ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 1:30 pm
((I dunno Luke, just look back, it isn't exactly got 1000 posts here so it shouldn't take to long to find it.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:13 pm
Draiman: Where are we going Dark Lord?
He soon walked next to her, he looked down at her slightly and focused on her hair a bit, which would move with every movement she made, he soon looked to the side of her face.
He made sure the towel around his neck wouldn't fall off, his body was slowly cooling off, and he started to shiver a bit, but that was the after work out process, when cooling down.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:26 pm
He awakens in the new cell and looks around getting his barings about things. He stands up and grabs a bar with his hand and screams
I'LL GET OUT OF HERE AND BECOME STRONGER IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!!!!
He begins working out pushing himself past his extremes, he does as many one armed push ups as he can and many sit ups while working his mind and using the force. as he does this he begins plotting how to get out again how ever he knows that other force users are near by so he "encodes" his thoughts in a way that only he can interpret them.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:40 pm
((Mitch, your character isn't in the least bit harmed by what just ensued? If know that if I had the living crap beaten out of me, I'd be rather sore the next morning.))
((The whole "encoding" thing is also not heard of in the Star Wars universe, with the exception of Jedi Masters-- some of the eldest. There's no way that your character, a novice, could do so.))
((And your time pacing is unrealistic. Fix it.))
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Atra's pace suddenly faltered, and she whipped around, green eyes glaring at the detention blocks. She pursed her lips and lifted her comlink, calling her tech and weapons specialists to increase surveillence and automatic firing systems in this area.
Her link at her bet once again, she crossed her arms and strode in the other direction.
"Do we need to tie you down in order for you to care for yourself?" she snapped, more out of annoyance at the latest prisoner than at the apprentice himself.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:12 pm
He stopped and watched the Dark Lord for a second then to the one in the cell block, his hair drifted to the side from his sudden movements of him stopping, he watched carefully.
He brushed his bangs away from above his eyes with his right fist, it moved the bangs away from his face as he examined the Dark Lord once agian with his dark brown eyes, he traced her figure gently.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:12 pm
(( with the timing thing I didn't nessecarily mean that he did 200 push ups and 200 sit ups in two seconds. it was just kinda my way of planning out what he's gonna do . and meh it's been like a day and a half.. he can at least push himself... ))
He starts doing his push ups, straining and wincing in pain as he does each one letting his anger motivate him. He clears his mind and then begins to reply music in his head and sings along to the song in his mind to help keep his mind clear of thoughts that count. He uses the force to lift the little pebbles as he does his one armed push ups.
Hm.... stupid cell... stupid gaurds... I'll get out of here... and when I do I'll show em whose unworthy.. I'll show them whose weak and who isn't a threat... stare
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:15 pm
((Furthermore, I'd like to know why your character can progress so far in the Force without training and a leadership figure. All he's doing is picking up rocks, and suddenly he can break free from a guarded cell?))
"Is there a problem, Steven James Draiman?" Atra asked, her voice harsh at the prospect of her question not being answered.
There had been no indication that her inquiry had even been noted, and that in turn had caused the Dark Lord of the Sith to narrow her eyes in distrust.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:17 pm
Draiman: None...
He looked back up to her face carefully, his eyes slightly narrowed, more of a determined looke then anything else, he crossed his heavy arms over his chest and let out a deep sigh, he looked more of a Heavy Weapons specialist, not a Dark Sith.
Not Jedi, Sith or anyone who can weild a Saber, looks like he does, someone built so much, he more of an Infantry build, but is strong with the Force and growing that way, he stayed silent there since she directed a harsh tone in her voice towards him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:20 pm
"Excellent," Atra responded, her tone unchanging.
"Go get dressed."
Atra then turned from him, heading down to the control center to take care of some more internal problems with wiring and the like. She held the technology of this Temple in high regard, and hated the thought of it becoming rusty and outdated.
She clasped her arms behind her back in a manner that was akin only to her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:22 pm
(( meh I'll go back to only being able to pick up rocks if it will suit your fancy blaugh doesn't bother me one bit. ))
He struggles to pick up one of the larger pebbles and is unable to pick it up, he goes back to picking up one of the smaller pebbles and lifting it and struggling to make it fly around the room, He conintues to do his Push ups struggling even worse now but forcing himself to go on and ignoring the pleads of his acking body.
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