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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:03 pm
(( rolleyes I exist unsurprised. I don't suppose it's one of those diseases that makes you feel just fine for a while, then suddenly BAM! you're hit hard?))
The street kid listened quietly, but said nothing. She'd never heard of the disease, but if the woman had lived this long with it, she assumed it wasn't too contagious.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:05 pm
((No. It begins at puberty and Hattie's been suffering for a while. It's just slow at killing you. >.< At this point, she's almost 19-20 years old and has had it for a few years slowly eating away at her.))
Hattie sighed at the girl and looked back at Eric. "A cure? Seriously?" She asked him again, eager to know the details.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:09 pm
Tsukiyomi Morningstar ((No. It begins at puberty and Hattie's been suffering for a while. It's just slow at killing you. >.< At this point, she's almost 19-20 years old and has had it for a few years slowly eating away at her.))
Hattie sighed at the girl and looked back at Eric. "A cure? Seriously?" She asked him again, eager to know the details. ((Eric wanted to say it was a highly contangious illness called "Dumb b***h gets bullet in the head" and pull a gun on the kid meddling with his work.)) "I can't tell you much at the moment, hon. It'll have to wait until we get this lot to Captain."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:12 pm
Das Steube Tsukiyomi Morningstar ((No. It begins at puberty and Hattie's been suffering for a while. It's just slow at killing you. >.< At this point, she's almost 19-20 years old and has had it for a few years slowly eating away at her.))
Hattie sighed at the girl and looked back at Eric. "A cure? Seriously?" She asked him again, eager to know the details. ((Eric wanted to say it was a highly contangious illness called "Dumb b***h gets bullet in the head" and pull a gun on the kid meddling with his work.)) "I can't tell you much at the moment, hon. It'll have to wait until we get this lot to Captain."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:14 pm
(lol @Cheryl)
Ora pulled herself up to sitting. "What are we all still doing here, if you intend to get us to the Captain?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:15 pm
ArynChris Das Steube Tsukiyomi Morningstar ((No. It begins at puberty and Hattie's been suffering for a while. It's just slow at killing you. >.< At this point, she's almost 19-20 years old and has had it for a few years slowly eating away at her.))
Hattie sighed at the girl and looked back at Eric. "A cure? Seriously?" She asked him again, eager to know the details. ((Eric wanted to say it was a highly contangious illness called "Dumb b***h gets bullet in the head" and pull a gun on the kid meddling with his work.)) "I can't tell you much at the moment, hon. It'll have to wait until we get this lot to Captain." ((And Eric thinks she's a dumb punk kid that meddled in something she ought not of, and thus first or not, it wasn't her place to be meddling. Thus the very contagious, very dangers, "Dumb b***h gets bullet in the head" virus. Serious condition, I am afraid.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:15 pm
Hattie nodded. "So, anything I can do to help out?" She uncrossed her arms and let her Kimono sleeve fall down over her bandaged arm. She pushed off of the crate to stand beside Eric. She resisted the urge to kiss him in front of the others.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:18 pm
Eric paused, turning to the people in the hold.
"Get your s**t together, get anyone off the ship, on it. We're casting off. We've got a long ways to go, and a lot to do, and not alot of time to do it in. Stay in the hold, if anyone leaves it without me or mine expressly telling you you can, and telling you where you're going, you will be shot, killed, and tossed in the reactor to be used as fuel. Got it?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:21 pm
"You best not be talking to me like that." She said more playfully than in anger. "I've got to put on some real clothes. And panties, as it were before I go aiding in illegal activities, love." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before returning to sleeping quarters. She quickly through on panties, jeans and a grease-stained white tank top. She yanked on her boots and returned. "I'll hold things down here while you go aboard the other ship and gather stragglers."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:31 pm
Cookie Gray exited the closet in the middle of this speech, looking absolutely stunning in a black, high-collar skinsuit that had obviously not come from the ship's stores. It was tailored quite well, and no skin below the jawbone was bare.
"There won't be any more from the prison," she replied in a carrying voice. "They're all either dead or gone... or both. Trust me on that."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:08 pm
Eric turned to the woman, casting her a rather unkind look, and nodded curtly.
"Strap down, don't move. We're outta here."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:16 pm
Ora pulled herself up and moved to find a decent holding place. Thrashing around in the suit in her current condition wouldn't have been a good thing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:45 pm
Eric went to the bridge, passing Brick as he went.
"Go down there and watch the hold with Hattie. If s**t goes south, she ain't gonna be able to hold it all by herself." He said, climbing into his seat and strapping in.
Brick nodded curtly, and made his way to the hold, a large, scary gun on his shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 10:03 pm
Hattie Sat down on a crate, eager to know what Eric meant by finding her a cure. Sigil was suddenly there beside her, clasping her shoulder as if offering comfort. Hattie perked her head up, seeing Brick. "Oh, hey Brick." She gave a short wave with her good hand.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:51 pm
Brick nodded, slinging his .50 machine gun over his shoulder, leaning foreward on the crate.
"The cap told me da keep a watch with yeh. Wuldn't want to miss any pain-giving."
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