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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:11 pm
Garret Erikson ((As in...the only character to have seen the bus would be Silent Lucidity)) Lucidity nodded. "Yeah." He watched Devon leave, then turned back to Erica. "I just escaped a firing squad of theirs, so hopefully I wont be in that position again. Please, try to keep us both out of there."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:16 pm
The guards finaly managed to alert the city defense of the attack, and ten troops were deployed. And two snipers were directed to set up along the wall.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:49 pm
Silent Lucidity, flew to the rendevous point, having already left her AOH hat and jacket draped over the security cameras.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:06 pm
The hovercraft lifted off once Silent flew in, though Alloran was troubled by the blood. He thought it might have been one of the men who Ruby went with, when he started to get a bad feeling.
"Hey pilot, scan 'bout here fer me truck." He grunted impatiently.
"Seems it's parked a few miles away from us, want us to...
"Go stop by it so I can hop out all ******** ready. I want my truck back." Alloran growled. The hovercraft stopped near it, and Alloran hopped out, examining the area. He quickly found Brook's body, remembering it, and taking note to spit on it. He analyzed the area, finding it hard, considering the teleportations, but figured out what had happened well enough, especially with the tracks from the bus. He waved the hover craft away, glaring at the area once more, then reluctantly getting into his truck to drive away.
((new update to the truck in 3 minutes. Check Alloran's profile))
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:58 am
"Thats what worries me..." He told her with a grin. "And whichever would be safe. Under different circumstances, I'd fly us there...but that wouldnt work well now."
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:54 pm
Garret Erikson "Thats what worries me..." He told her with a grin. "And whichever would be safe. Under different circumstances, I'd fly us there...but that wouldnt work well now."
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:00 pm
"Lets go through the minefield then." He told her. "Things can't get much worse for me as it is..." His voice trailed off.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 9:47 pm
"Don't go emo on me," Erica smiled, giving him her old teasing grin. She hadn't teased anyone for quite a long time, and it felt good to get back to it. "Keep up, slow poke." She said, glancing over her shoulder as she headed towards the minefield.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 11:38 am
((That was a true statement when I said it. Yesterday was not my day... sweatdrop ))
Garret rolled his eyes. "I was a lieutenant as well," He told her. "You seem to forget that small fact. Selective memory maybe?" He asked as he followed her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:25 pm
((Aw, *gives the emo boy a hug*))
"Ha, you were a suboordinate Lieutenant, and you know it." Erica chuckled. "they liked me better......and you didn't bake brownies."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 11:58 am
(( rolleyes ))
"A group of evil men liked you. No s**t" He teased back. "And good villains don't make brownies."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:13 pm
((The villains weren't the only ones that liked her))
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:41 pm
"Pfff, Villains who wanted to have content minions baked brownies. Sure my methods were....um...nice, and unconventional. But they worked." She chuckled, "and when you think about it, getting a group of evil men to like you, even enough not to kill you, is quite the impressive feat."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 5:32 pm
Garret shook his head. "Lets just go, shall we?" He asked as he headed for the minefield.
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