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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 6:00 pm
"You never know, Damion~ She's a smart little lass. She may be of more use to us then appearances seem. Yes, We should move out. Don't want anyone else taking our prize!"
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I started putting the food away, and cleaned out the big pot. I then filled it with something else, and set it to boil. Better safe then sorry, Mother always said. I put a big lid on it, and settled down on the counter with my small lappy on my lap.
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Laura pondered her daughter. She was wondering what type of drug to develop to give to her this time. Better hearing, better eyesight, she has what some would call a sixth sense-- she can small with her tounge, as well as drugs to enhance the ones that may/will be given to her. She is slightly faster and more agile then a normal 8 year old-- as well as indeafnately smarter.
She had made sure, that is nothing else. Her child was smarter then those twice her age. Sometimes Laura even wondered if Rakia was smarter then even herself. Has the student surpassed the master?
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:53 pm
((I'm sorry, what time is it in the roleplay? Night?))
Thorne waited until the sky had grown slightly darker. Large, slow moving clouds were filling the sky, blocking off the pale moonlight. They wouldn't be able to complete their objective in time if their leader didn't show up soon.
Dianna was reduced to sitting up against a wall, curled up into a little ball of girl. She worried about her leader, and what could have happened to him. Faust wasn't the kind of person to show up right on time, but he wasn't the kind to let a mission go for tardiness either. Not even from himself, unless it was important.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:46 pm
Growing bored with the quietness of the kitchen, I closed the lappy and tucked it away in my bag. After fiddling about in the kitchen for a while, I went to the living room and flipped open the trap-door to the basement. I closed it behind me. The make of the door, as well as the wood of the rest of the floor, made it very un-noticeable in the living room floor.
I found myself in a clean empty white room. The single feature was a smaller joining room right next to it, and I stepped into the smaller room. The empty door frame closed with a shiff, the space now closed off by a clear and VERY strong piece of bullet-proof glass.
I stood there, as the computer scanned me. A green lazer scanned me from top to bottom, scanning my physical capabilities.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:30 pm
((sorry for not posting yet, I was trying to imagine where he would be. I'm not sure if all of this is cool, but let me know if anything bothers someone. I'll fix it right away!))
The day dragged on like a sloth. A dying sloth. Slow, smelly, boring, pitiful. Faust hadn't a mind for small things, so most days were, in his own words, "worse than Alex Trebek talking."
This particular day seemed to never end, though it wasn't as painful as others. Something kept Faust's spirits up. Maybe it was him being away from his subordinates, or maybe it was the grease-bag fastfood he carried with him. A trip to a gun range for practice, a trip to the gym for a workout, and a trip to Burger King to spoil himself. Not that it wasn't regular, his eating bad food.
Faust sat on a park bench, as he polished off his final few fries. When he finished, he easily shot the trash into the receptacle by the bench. Hurriedly walking toward the base of operations, Faust kept an eye on his watch, the other on his holster. He never brought it into the open, so it was tucked into his leg pocket. His memory had failed to remind him how far the house was from his current position.
All he knew was that he had to get back fast. They had a mission scheduled, and Faust refused a stain on his record. His mind was wiped, as he broke into a run.
Faust made it to the house only five minutes later. He came up to the house from the side, sliding up to the door against the wall. The doorknob slowly turned, the door arched wide open, nearly silent besides the slight creek. Faust walked in like a shadow, each step he took was nearly muted. Three long strides, and Faust now stood in the kitchen. He reached overhead of the fridge, opened up the top cabinet, and removed his custom Luger.
Faust took pride in that weapon, seldom would he take it out in public. The weapon he had on him was what he called "crackshaft," a 9mm Glock. The Luger was kept in a black holster, with a golden "D" printed in the leather. As he strapped in his two carry-on friends, he climbed the stairs, two at a time. He entered the room, to see his two subordinates on their guard. Well, one on his guard.
"Are we ready?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 7:07 pm
Dianna quickly snapped to an unnecessary attention. "Yes sir!" she said, a little breathlessly.
Thorne ignored her eagerness and nodded once, shoving himself off the wall and opening the window they would be leaving from. The time for questions would be later, if he decided to ask any. Faust didn't usually answer many.
He perched on the windowsill for a moment, making his face look paler than it was in the starved moonlight. Then his silhouette was gone, replaced by Dianna's. They pulled themselves up onto the rooftops, waiting for Faust to lead them. Thorne knew where they were headed - perhaps being the only one who could say such a thing - but waiting on the leader or co-leader was a do or die thing. Apparently.
Dianna crouched and looked around the rooftops, making sure they were the only ones around for a while. That could soon change, she told herself. More gangs were growing by the minute, it wouldn't be unlikely for any to find them by accident.
Thorne stalked ahead, having already ascertained that they were clear of anyone within earshot, at least. He had brought a Glock with him, as well as a few choice kitchen knives and his own personal favorite, Thin. Thin was a blade that Thorne had pulled out of a previously beating heart about the same time he was Changed. He liked to keep it on him just in case. Or perhaps for good luck, although Thorne couldn't have been said to be very superstitious.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 7:41 pm
((Whose house are you guys stalking?))
"Please set course difficulty." The computer said.
"100% difficulty please."
"Please set difficulty for intruders."
I thought about this. Then I got a big, big grin.
"500%. Leave no survivors."
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:38 pm
((Who said anything about stalking a house? They just met up at their own headquarters, which happens to be a house one of them can pay for thanks to a trust fund set up by their now-dead parents XD
At least, so says my mind 3nodding ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:03 pm
((Just making sure. IT sounded like you were breaking in, not just heading to HQ.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 3:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 3:55 pm
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