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| No Reason..."Can I kill Yvansi Now?" >=3 |
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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:50 am
Dylan looked up from the pizza he had been so intent on studying with a confused look on his face."Dylan." He said between two bites of pizza. Shortly after he blinked again too hard and found himself on top of the ice cream truck. He banged on the roof of the car and fell onto the hood. He quickly stood and opened the door, sitting down again."Thats gonna get old...", he said as he picked up another slice of pizza. He was really hungry for some reason, and the pizza distracted him from the incoming hum of a helicopter...
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 10:42 am
Caira looked at the roof of the car where Dylan had just "poofed" to. She knocked on the cars ceiling. "You alright up there?" she asked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 1:14 pm
“Nice, Dylan I like that name. Ok come on let’s get going.” She morphed back into her usual face; the hair tie fell to the floor as her hair shortened to shoulder length. After about two hours they got to West Virginia, “Ok My aunt lives here in West V. she’s a engineer, well mostly on planes, but I think she could hook me up with some stuff.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 8:42 pm
"What kinda stuff do you need?" Caira asked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 4:06 pm
“Oh you know doors, um a new tricked out paint job, um hey maybe even a new engine, make this baby run like a Corvette.” She patted the dash-board. “So to west V. away!!!!!!!!!” She was going about 70MPH, when the search copter flew over and landed around three or four miles away, Becca didn’t stop until she was Oh half a mile till contact. The car screeched to a stop around 20 meters away from the helicopter. “Ok I’ve been caught, Oh magic 8 ball should I swerve around them?!” Becca pulled a play magic 8 ball and shook it, “’No’ Well then looks like I’m going to jail, and you two are coming with.” She looked back and smiled, “all right cops you got me! Take me in.” Two men hopped out of the copter and laughed, “You owe me 50 bucks I told you there where more with her,” The first man tall and skinny said to the second man, “Yah, yah, yah, But who’s this one?” The second man said, “Oh I saw her on the wanted posters, looks like she’s gonna be trouble.” The first guy commented, “Now how can she be trouble when she’s giving herself up?” The muscular second guy said. “Oh true, true I guess this was easier than I expected.” (Ok so the first guy, is a skinnier, taller, red-head, who seems to be laid back, The second guy, is average, muscular, I picture him with black hair, and they both are in suits, The second guy [will now be referred to as “#2”] has sun glasses on [the first guy will be referred to as “#1”][These should be their names until we find names for them… got it get it good. 3nodding ] And I just laid out the bad guys… I think… Of course there could be a turn of events and they could be the good guys… No one knows…) (Sorry it’s so long I wanted to put in some details.)(Oh and I don't call total dibs on them, I realy dont care If you play them or not, just have fun with it. surprised )
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 8:24 am
The men obviously werent alone as soon another man stepped from the helicopter. He looked at the car and the three kids, then the others."Get them into the copter." HE said as he walked toward them."So... here we have three special little children..." He smiled as he looked into each of their eyes. Dylan had no clue what was going on, but he wanted to stop it. He focused hard on a spot behind #1, but when he blinked, nothing happened."Damn. I can't conttrol it yet." He thought." (Lets refer to this man as Boss, cuz I dont have a name either. U guys can play him too. He's average hight, stocky build, light brown hair kept in swirls, and plastic glasses over a striped grey suit.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 5:45 pm
"Wait are you telling me that you ain't the cops? Damn, well looks like the magical 8 ball was wrong..." Becca looked down as #1 took a hold of her arm, but right when he did she grabbed his shoulders and shed crocodile tears, (If you don't know what that means, it means that she is pretending to cry.) She felt his arms slowly wrap around her, "There, there, it's OK." once she felt that he was comfortable, she lifted her knee just at the right speed, and the right angle, that he was on the ground in seconds. With a spry leap #2 jumped after Becca, "Come here you little rat." After running around a bit, he caught her in a bear hug, "Your right I am a rat, a rat with braces, and do you know what rats do?" After a while she answers her own question, "They bite," She bit down into his arm, but he didn't even flinch. "You OK?" #2 asked #1, "Ya she just caught me by surprise, you take acting er sum thin?" He looked at her, "Mmm au MMmm." She said the man's arm still in her mouth.
"YOU TWO! stop playing around, and help me get the others." Boss said, his gray shirt slightly flustered in the wind. (Imagine a windy day, his hands are in his pockets, the camera is at a tilt, if only there was a tumble weed going by, and he had a cowboy suite on.) (By the way Yvansi You spellt gray wrong, it's A-Y, not E-Y, I should know, Gray is my last name...)
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:06 pm
(Whoops. Well, anyway, Im here only to announce now that i've found a name for Boss. Its Phillip Cartouche (CAR-toosh.) I got the inspiration from a toothpaste ad with the word Phillip on a dentists shirt. )
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 7:26 pm
Caira jumped away from the three men who had come out of the helicopter. They reminded her of the people who had come to her house that one day they too had called her "special"hearing them say it kind of pissed her off. "Let her go." she whispered in anger.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:08 pm
“Ma, Wan am onshwa.” Becca said the arm still in her mouth, which translated to, “Eh its ok I can deal with it, I’ve fought an almost pre-pro wrestler, and he was in the army too!” She let go of his arm and winked at Dylan, “Its ok I’ll be fine, just let me have my one call.” She looked at #1 (Ok so my sissy helped with There names. #1‘s name is Derrick Klone [you know like clone] And #2’s name is Carles Savannah [Like a savanna in Africa, or Australia.])
“Ugh, you’re a tough little brat aren’t you?” Carles said to Becca, “I guess I’m gonna have to give you the special treatment.” She looked at the dark haired man, “I’m sorry I don’t wanna be raped by the likes of you, I’d much rather a more powerful guy, like Donald Trump, or Gorge Clooney, NOT a minion like YOU.” She uncomfortably squeezed her body in tighter so she could get out of his grasp, but no, it didn’t work. Hm I wonder if I could imitate a TV show. She thought to her self. “SEXY JUSTSU!!!” She yelled clasping her hands together, like the ninjas on the T.V. show Naruto. Suddenly, she turned into an older version of her, a tad skinnier; wearing nothing, except, clouds floating around her body, and her hair almost touched the ground. “Will you let me go?” She batted her long eye lashes, and pouted, “Please, I don’t want to go ninja on your a**, and both of you stop drooling.” She used her hand to close Carles’ mouth.
(Sorry it's long, I have a habit of typing any thing I want, and then I can't stop... redface )
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 7:17 am
At this point Dylan had seen it all, so he focused again, this time on the pilot's seat of the helicopter. He blinked and was there. He turned the ignition key and heard the rotors start up. It's just like GTA, its just like GTA... he kept telling himself as he grasped the steering column. "Hey! He's got the chopper!" Dylan reacted instinctively by swerving over and yelling to the girls,"Get in!". Cartouche (I refer to him by last name cuz its awesome) yelled loudly."Stop the damn kid! He's a teleshifter!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 12:25 pm
Caira ran to the copter and jumped inside. She thought for a second then smiled. "This might slow them down a bot." she said reaching her hand out towards the large Little Ceasars sign that was just a glow with electricity. It came crashing down at the trhee men sending them into a wild scramble.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:32 am
He piloted the helicopter toward where Becca was fighting off Carles and Derrick using the tactics of a bratty little kid ninja he'd seen on a TV show before. He kicked open a door and yelled for her to get in."Would you rather stay here?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 6:35 pm
She looked up at him and grinned, “Oh of course, who wouldn’t want to be with three old guys in suits, drooling all over you?!” She yelled as she jumped into the copter and changing back into the clothed form, that she usually portrayed. She looked at the pilot, “So, Where to, Mr. Time-And-Space?” She giggled, and suddenly thought of her boy-friend back home, she missed him very much, She missed the way he looked at her, and the way she felt as he put his arm around her as they’d walk around town, joking about going into the alley ways and having Danny a close friend take pictures. (As he did once before, but then they had posed in front of Dutch Bros, a local coffee industry.) She then remembered the way she had been brutally pushed out of Oregon on a plane, going where, she didn’t remember. Becca felt a tear fall from her eye and she sat in silence, and looked toward the sun set.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 3:18 pm
Dylan was concentrating on getting the helicopter as far from the men as he could. When the copter was flying smoothly over the West Virginian border, he looked at Becca and said,"If I can find somewhere safe from those people like my basement, I'm heading there."
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