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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:37 pm
Adam had stayed quiet (Yea, wierd eh?) for this little interlude of Nice Maddy. He shook his head as both she, Thard and Sammy left, Saying good-bye to the two. With a sigh and a yawn, he pulled off a now officially destroyed shirt, chucking it in the trash as he walked into his room.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:36 am
Sammy struggled in; for the most part, she had been lying when she said she would tend to her wounds. Really all she had done was bandage them up, because she couldn't see to do anything else. So she used the wall to make her way over to the couch, sighing with relief as she plopped on to the cushions. In order to hide her horrendous markings, she had worn a turtle-neck that day.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:45 am
Tommy walked in with a bunch of small cuts and bruises, though it was from blowing up and falling down more than fighting. He too went to the couch and sat down gratefully. He yawned once before saying. "Hey."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:58 am
Sammy nodded in Tommy's direction; she had become quite good at distinguishing voices from one another. "Are you feeling well?" she questioned, subconsciously pulling the neck of her turtle neck. She really hated the feel it had on her throat, but she hated the nasty scars she would have even worse.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:22 pm
Memo walked quietly into the room and hugged Sammy.
"Hi Sammy!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:25 pm
Sammy suppressed the urge to shriek as her chest protested the hug. "Memo... I must please request that... you terminate the hug..." she wheezed, her blind eyes shifting uncomfortably.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:30 pm
"Ehh! I'm sorry Sammy!"
The boy immediately let go and stepped back.
"Sorry..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:36 pm
"It is fine. There is... no way you could have known of my recent injury," she sighed, stretching her turtle neck so she could assess the damage. It had begun bleeding again, but the bandages absorbed the bulk of it. "Have you been well?" she asked instead, her blind eyes turning to assess his energy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:45 pm
Adam walked in, yawning. "Hey all... How's your chest Sammy?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:48 pm
A body washed up on the beach, and a very tired Sharpedo by the name of Torque was resting in the water near the body.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:49 pm
Sammy raised an eye brow, which was a pointless gesture since she was blind, when you thought about it. "Are you implying that there is something wrong with my chest?... or are you making some sort of lude comment as to its wonder?..." she asked, taking pride in the fact that she dodged the question by making Adam seem like a pervert.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:56 pm
"Well now that you mention it-" Adam was cut off by a sock to the stomach by Jack. "He's talking about you're injury." The Buizel clarified.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:59 pm
Sammy's gaze lowered as she avoided eye contact, although that was quite impossible. "It is... fine. I placed bandages over it, but I was not able to see the damage, but I am sure that it's..." she stopped there, unable to go forth as her logic told her that she didn't know. Damn, if she could freaking SEE she could tell, but she could only see the energy being released as she bled, so that was about all she could do.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:05 pm
"Good to hear." Jack smiled, hopping up onto the couch and taking a seat. Adam stood back up, "What he said..." He said grudgingly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:07 pm
Torque built up the energy to hop up onto the beach and make his way to the teleporter, it was all he could do to touch the device to get himself inside, "Pe-...*****!" The Sharpedo cried trying to attract attention.
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