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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:30 pm
(I posted before and nothing happened. DD : )
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:33 pm
((Hmm? Weird.
Umm. Just post going to the training room and meeting up with Blaine and Nathan.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:37 pm
Anna shuffled her way into the training room stopping when she spotted Nathan and Blaine. She blinked as she tried to see through her frizzy, messed up and colorful hair. Anna reached one lightly tanned hand to push away her long hair from her face and looked at the two in front of her. Dark circles were under her eyes and she was already starting to look worn out. Anna began signing then stopped and let her hands drop to her sides. Her lips pressed into a straight line out of frustration at the realization that she had once again lost her notebook.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:40 pm
Blaine watched as Anna entered and waved. He raised an eyebrow when she began signing. He didn't understand a thing she was signing. He turned to Nathan to see if he did.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:50 pm
Nathan had not even noticed her come in. He was about half a foot away from his computer screen, staring at it like one stares at an opponent who one intends to challenge to a duel. If they stayed around long enough, Nathan's new compatriots would discover that this was nothing short of normal. Suddenly, however, he glanced over and took note of her. This was apparently one of the other new trainees. He put a hand out in greeting, and glanced back to the computer. His face contorted like he had been defeated, and he began typing again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:55 pm
I'm guessing that's a "no". he declared in his head before turning to Anna, "What do you need?" he asked, "Try charades."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:55 pm
((So how about them paramedics?))
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:00 pm
((Umm...it was your post...?
This was meant as a time to reconcile with your father before he dies/you ditch/you get arrested. But if you say so...))
The sound of sirens could be heard approaching.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:03 pm
((YERMOM is a paramedic.))
Nathan looked up again. "Was that sign language?" he asked. "I can... sorta speak sign language. Last time I tried, I insulted someone rather badly. But I can give it a roll." His confidence was underwhelming.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:10 pm
Anatoly moved to peel the Mend 1 and realized something: his mend was all that was between his father and death.
He could take the Mysticker and run, and his father would probably die.
He could wait for the paramedics, and he would probably end up arrested.
He could satisfy a question that had gnawed at his insides for years.
"Dad, why did you abandon me...?" He almost forced himself to say it and was not sure if he wanted the answer.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:12 pm
With a coughing cry, Mr. Yang forced his eyes open.
"Son...?" he asked in disbelief.
Anatoly realized that his fingerprints were all over the sticker.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:15 pm
"Why did you abandon me?" Anatoly repeated. He had to know before he could act. He was sure the paramedics were setting down on the most stable, undamaged ground they could find outside already.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:21 pm
"I...son..."
He shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the shock. He swallowed.
"You...you were a liability. There were people who would have hurt you to get to me...I waited until I thought you were ready, then I had to seperate you from me."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:24 pm
Anatoly frowned. "Just what are you then? Some kind of arms dealer?" The sirens weren't getting any closer. They were almost certainly on their way up and he couldn't even barricade the door.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:28 pm
"Anatoly...son..."
Anatoly cringed slightly at the word.
"I'm...I've been dealing illegal and high-powered Mystickers in addition to conventional weapons, despite the government ban." Being so close to death, he was spilling everything.
"I never wanted...to leave you and your mother. But it was necessary."
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