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 Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 9:18 pm
 ((I swear I thought I posted to this one... stupid dial-up...))
Not realizing she had put so much force into her attack, Isabella unleashed a furry upon Hellspawn, not thinking of her own bodily concequences. Her current mission was to rid herself of Kita and Eriko so that she could deal with Sera.
Apparently, the guards had other things in mind.
The force of her own actions had thrown Isabella from the sky. She free fell after attacking Kita, but soon caught herself, her wings opening wide so that all matters concerning the properties of aerodynamics took place. Looking around, Isabella could have swore that she heard Hellspawn following behind her. In response, when Isabella stopped, her foot swung out in front of her, as if to attack Kita.
But Kita wasn't there. She hadn't followed Isabella down like she had expected.
A bit confused at the sudden movement, Isabella looked down to see her secondary target, Kita, making land below her. Her postition was in front of Sera. It looked to Isabella that Hellspawn was to defend Nailbiter.
This would not do.
Oblivious to the actions of the scientists, Isabella's weak mind gave in to her internal command to attack Kita in order to get to Sera. It was the only way this mad chemical running through her veins would calm down.
And so, she dove. However, it was more of a controlled free fall, for Isabella folded her wings against her back and let gravity grab ahold of her, pull her down by her feet, as she angled her postion to land ontop of Kita.
But that's when her amber colored eyes caught onto something behind Kita.
What was this? Nailbiter had fallen! Fallen with no explaintion for Isabella was unaware that the scientists had given her a dose of tranquilizer. Isabella's mind switched over immediatly. Though, not from her chemical driven mindset to her normal one, no. Instead she switched priorities of action. Opening her wings wide to stop her free fall just a meter above Kita, Isabella's eyes fixed on Nailbiter and the guards who were now attempting to pick up her unconcious body.
"No!"
Probably one of the few words spoken by any of the Winged One's during thier chemically driven battle, Isabella was intent on completing her mission. She was to be the one to take down Nailbiter. Not Eriko, not Kita, and certainly not the guards. No, Sera was Isabella's prey.
In that moment, Isabella completed her fall downwards, landing with a small thump next to Kita. Then, folding her wings back, she broke into a sprint. She newest target: the guards.
They of course, did not expect this, and Isabella jumped up high, swinging her powerful legs to come in contact with the back of the closest guard's skull. There was a loud crack that came from the attack, but Isabella didn't stop to see if the result was from the guard, or her own foot. Instead, her gaze was already fixed on the next guard, ready to swing a combination line of punches to his face and chest. A part of her new that an attack on the guards was feeble and would eventaully come to an end with the sound of a gun, but it wasn't on her agenda at the moment to worry about her own well being. She just wanted to get the guards away from her prey.
Sure enough, there was a soft foom that ran through the air and Isabella felt a p***k in the back of her neck. If she had eyes in the back of her head, she would have seen a long and rather thick tranquilizer needle stuck in the back of her neck, parting away her strands of black hair.
The effect of the chemicals did not have the same effect as they did on Sera. There was a difference in thier bodies. Sera was weak, beaten. Isabella was still unwounded and her chemicaly driven rage was only spiked by the assualt. By the chemicals that were now injected into her bloodsystem were not usless to the guards.
In a fit of confusion, Isabella stumbled, her motions suddenly slower than before. It would take more than a shot to take her down in this state of mind, but she certainly wasn't so stable anymore. Her vision became blurred quickly, her punch was slow, missing the guard. It looked like she was a drunken woman attacking the air. She fought against her body to take back control, but that action was ended quickly when she saw something black move across her face. Her eyes closed. When they opened again, she saw herself laying sideways on the floor, the guards running around her body.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 8:19 pm
Kita turned her head, watching Isabella go by. Although every part of her screamed against letting the woman near Nailbiter, she could do nothing but watch as Isabella went after the guards. She could not go after the other Winged One. Her angel had told her not to harm Izzy. To go after her, to do so much as force her away, would be to harm her. She turned her gaze almost accusingly to her angel, demanding answers. What was more important to him - protecting Sera, or not harming Isabella?
Luckily, he was saved from answering the cool demand in her stare by the guard with the tranquilizer gun. Kita's gaze turned almost idly to Izzy as she attacked the second guard drunkenly, swung, missed, fell. When she went to the floor, Kita's dark wings snapped open once again - the earlier work on making them open and close had paid off. There was hardly any stiffness in them now. She shifted again to be between Izzy, who she was sure was not out of contention yet, and Sera and the guards.
The female scientist was watching Hellspawn narrowly, making notes. She gave a small, satisfied smile when Kita refrained from trying to stop or hurt Isabella even after the other Winged One went after the guards - and Sera. It seemed Kita would follow the young doctor's instructions to the letter, which was a nice change from Hellspawn's usual behaviour. As long as the pins were in and the doctor was around, their borderline rebel was tamed.
Kita's dark gaze was back on Isabella, watching her lie on the floor. She wondered if the other Winged One was going to get up. It crossed her mind to wonder if she was supposed to be helping her. She didn't think so, and the angel didn't seem inclined to tell her any more. All the same, she found herself stepping towards Isabella, her gaze darkening. She wouldn't have to do this if Izzy hadn't injured Sera in the first place. Had it been Isabella who had hurt Nailbiter? She couldn't remember, didn't know. But it was likely. Her entire body felt strange, flashes of hot and cold that she didn't understand. Had it come when Izzy had kicked her? Maybe. More reason to get angry.
But her angel had told her no. And so Kita reined in her temper and reached out to pull Isabella up. Or tried to.
Her entire left arm was seized up, the muscles hard as stone, and they would not respond. Curiously, she glanced down at it. There was bandaging on it, she realized with distant surprise. Had she injured herself? Somehow, she couldn't remember. Maybe it wasn't important. It didn't feel important. She turned her attention back to Izzy.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 10:18 pm
Whispering filled the air around them. The guards who had were ordered to tend to Isabella were called off silently and it seemed the scientists were in a furry, trying to take down as many notes as they could. It seemed thier little experiment was taking a whole nother turn.
The blurred vision continued inside Isabella's amber eyes, it was hard to make out the black figures that were slowly moving away from her. This time, a single black figure appeared, standing very close to Isabella. Was it looking down on her?
And what was the other figure laying down behind the black figure?
What was she doing on the floor?
There was a numbness that was spreading throughout her body. It wasn't the same feeling that had hapepned before, when the pins were inserted into her neck and she could no longer feel any pain. No, this feeling was different. It was making her very calm and relaxed. She felt like taking a nap.
Looking up, Isabella attempted to lift her head up, but failed. Breathing was slowing, responses were failing, and yet, that strange dark figure never moved away from her. Slowly, her mind was able to comprehend a sudden movement by the figure. Was it coming closer? Yes, it appeared so. A bright object, seemingly attached to the figure, was aimed towards her, leaning in her direction. Was it calling to her? Was this black figure wanting Isabella to go with it?
Whispering was now accompanied by a slight mumur, a vibration filling the room full of thick Russain accent. The chemicals that were a previous catalyst to Isabella's anger and actions was now being neutralized by the tranquilizer. In a way, she was becoming her usual self, minus the energy. This was very important to the scientist's research and a soft scratching sound now joined in with the distant sound that vaguely reached Isabella's ears.
The sound... how comforting. This figure before her... what did it want? Was it safe to touch it? Why not? It had driven away the other dark figures who seemed to be ready to hurt her. Maybe this new figure was safe...
It was hard to believe how quickly Isabella's mind had flipped over. What was more interesting was how much chemicals effected her body so greatly. Then again, what could you expect from a body who had a very strong immune system from being in the water so much and never once had a even a flu shot entered into the bloodstream. Chemicals, medication, other man-made remedies; they were foreign to Isabella's body, so it was no wonder that she could not fight off such a strong concotion like the one given to her by the scientists earlier. Now, with another substance invading her system, the effects seemed to be fighting eachother.
But that was an internal battle. At the moment, Isabella was too busy trying to figure out what she should do. She was not unconcious, and she certainly did not want to fall asleep. What else could she do? Her blurred vision seemed to be worsening. And so, with a weak hand, Isabella forced her arm to move. It was a slow action, as if her arm was being restrained by an invisible force. Her hand rubbed up against the hard floor that she laid on until it could go no further. The figure was too far.
Forcing herself to stay awake, Isabella willed her hand to lift itself off the ground softly. Her arm would not follow suit, just her hand. A soft sigh of fustration escaped her lips, her messy strands of black hair covering her face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:31 pm
 ((You should make a profile if you plan to do more follow-up on him, I think.
I'm going to take a little NPC action here to get some progress up.
What do you guys think, stay in the gym or go somewhere else?))
A rather annoyed, and loud, voice broke the macabre silence as the scientists and guards watched each Axom go down one right after the other. Sera, Izzy, and Eriko were rendered useless, and Kita had no aim unless her scientist told her to.
The voice said, "Vell, fantastic. Zey've all gone down in less zan fifteen minutes."
It belonged to a woman researcher with mousy brown hair and thin lips, who was scribbling on a clipboard as she spoke. Most of the other Axoms were either on the floor or grappling with each other slowly, their bodies refusing to give up quite just yet. She looked around at them with a fair amount of scorn. Muttering ran through the lab-coats.
"Ve need human targets."
"Axom-to-Axom vill only give us information ve already 'ave."
"Ve'll 'ave to file a request vith Resources."
Now freely holding and firing tranquilizers, the guards moved about the Winged Ones, making sure they were stably inactive. The data had been collected, so it was time to remove the pins and collars before their bodies failed from the overpressure. With that done, the men lay down their guns and one scientist drew a control out of his pocket, doing something with it.
"Chemical flow has been stopped, sensors disabled. Ve can take ze apparatus off now," he pronounced, and the collars emitted tinny clicks as they unlocked. The pains were at that point, just spikes penetrating tissue and muscle, giving no benefit and causing more harm for every second they were left there.
Sera was jerked out of her drugged sleep by fire under her skin. No longer was she numb to everything, and her head pulsed with an almighty pain. She couldn't move; couldn't make a sound. Breathing was the only function, and it was fading. Each expansion of the lung was like lifting something heavy or opening a door when someone is pushing on the other side. Somebody put their arms under her and, with a grunt, lifted her jerkily onto a stretcher. It sent a bolt of pain running through her skull and down her spine, but she had no way of expressing it.
The badly injured Axoms were being put on litters and carried to the medical room to be patched up. Scientists were going through them and sliding the pins out, putting them into the same boxes from which they had come.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 10:08 pm
((OOC: I probably will want to follow up, so I'll get you a profile as soon as I have time. I think it's time to go elsewhere. *nod*
Also, short post. Sorry - I'm on a time limit.))
Kita's gaze turned curiously to Isabella's slowly raising hand. She tilted her head, examining it for a moment or two. Then she glanced over at her angel, wondering if it was all right to touch Izzy. Touching wasn't hurting, was it? He caught her curious gaze and nodded ever so slightly. Reassured, she knelt and gently clasped Isabella's hand with her own - the good one. She felt too weary to lift the other girl, but at least she could let Izzy know she was there.
She remained there, kneeling, as the guards began to move around them. Her hair fell freely around her, a loose curtain of shadows that effectively hid her expression. Probably out of all of them, Isabella excluded, Hellspawn was the least injured - and when you could say that of someone with a gunshot wound, you knew that something, somewhere, had gone terribly wrong. She felt perfectly calm and at peace with herself. Her angel had been pleased when she'd gone to Izzy - she'd seen it in his face. He was happy with her. There were no other threats. Everything was fine.
The sudden, vicious burning under her skin made her jerk abruptly, her hand rising to her throat. She felt the collar around her neck. Her arm was suddenly screaming, and all her joints felt like someone had taken a hacksaw to them. Quivering from the pain but refusing to cry out, she ground her teeth and held her kneeling position for a minute or two more. Slowly, though, it got to be too much. She gently released Isabella's hand and painfully, as though she were eighty years old instead of seventeen, she rose to her feet.
One of the scientists moved towards her, but her vicious hiss and sharp step away warned him off. They hadn't bothered to tranq her, apparently not realizing that when the chemicals wore off, she would no longer be docile and under the doctor's command. Reaching up with a shudder of pain, she pulled the collar loose with no regard for the delicate skin or major arteries just under it. She managed to avoid tearing any of them - and immediately killing herself - through sheerest luck. Meeting the eyes of the young doctor across the room, blind anger flashed briefly in her face. She threw the collar to the ground, and ignoring the pins, turned back to Isabella.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:38 pm
((Yes, I would have to agree with Silent))
That was it.
The sharp stinging sensation, a feeling that literally burned through her veins, was enough to pull Isabella out of her urge for slumber.
Her hand fell limp, having just registered that the dark figure before her was holding her hand. With a jolt, Isabella's eyes went wide with shock, though the blurriness in her vision never subsided. Laying on the floor, her back gave an arch, her hands grasping the collar that was suddenly released from it's lock and she yelped as she felt the pins against her skin. It wasn't so much of the pins that bothered her. It was the pain from her bodily injuries that was tearing her apart for now the chemicals that were pushing that pain aside were now gone. Sub-conciously, she wanted the chemicals back. At least when she was in this mode, in this chemical driven state that she had no control over, she didn't have to think.
She didn't have to think about her life and how dreadful it was. To think about home and how much her heartached everytime she had to smell the coldness around her. She didn't have to think about not ever being one with the ocean again. It was like she was blissfully dead. But that moment was over, with a click of a button and the flick of a switch. It was over and once again, she was all alone.
Laying on her back now, black hair sprawled around her on the floor, her wings aching from having her body lay on top of them, and her head was spining. There were bodies moving around her now and she had no energy to fight them away. Fighting her injuries, Isabella willed herself to focus all her attention to seeing clearly. She wanted to know who it was that sent out thier hand out to her.
She was now being picked up by a few guards, carried off in a fashion she wasn't quite sure of. But her vision focusing for just a brief moment, amber brown eyes searching for that black figure who reached out to her when her light was fading. Blinking her eyes, she opened heavy lids to see only one person; Kita. A bit puzzeled, Isabella closed her eyes again. She was too tired to think about it. She just wanted to rest now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:39 pm
((Yes, yes, it is later than I planned on. My bad.))
When the drugs stopped flowing, Eriko's eyes fluttered. Focusing on anything other than pain and the brutish solidity of the floor against her cheek was nigh impossible for the Japanese. She squinted, trying to peer out at the world above her, but it was no use at this angle. All she saw were shoes and slacks and socks. Nothing interesting.
Except perhaps for the fact that they were fast approaching. And then she realized that the drugs were gone. Obviously this had been true for the last couple minutes, but the side-effects and pitiful state her body was in had delayed the process of revelation.
Eriko closed her eyes and prayed for sleep. She prayed in the sense that she wished for it with all her being, not in the sense that she called out to some being that was greater than herself and may or may not have the power or desire to grant such a wish. Instead, she got a series of rough tugs at all her secondary joints and at the base of her neck that sent a chill throughout her body. She wanted desperately to curl up and retain more of her own body heat, but there was no way for her to move without causing herself more pain. So she simply laid there in wait. It wasn't long before she was on a stretcher, ready to be hauled wherever it was they planned on taking her. She really didn't care as long as it was more hospitable than the damned gymnasium of death.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:45 pm
((Alright, Silent. When you've got it finished, PM me his profile. As for NPCs in general, like the many in my post, jsut go ahead and take action with any of them.))
The injured Axoms were wheeled to the medical room, Sera included. Her eyes were just barely open, seeing everything from an inverted view. All the colors were too bright, the whites sent lances of headache through her already agonized brain. The regular fluorescent lights passed over and away, one right after the other. The upper floors of the underground facility were lit by nothing but these lights; lower down in the really dark sanctums there were miner's lamps placed along the corridors at intervals.
Her whole body was jolted as the foot of the stretcher forced open a set of double doors at the end of the gleaming hallway.
Ow...
Medical room was the best term for the wide space in the laboratory. It had a low-ceiling and twenty metal tables, over which presided more fluorescent lights. Sera's stretcher stopped by one table near the wall, and with an "Oanh, aba, ton" she was lifted onto the cold surface. Her skin tingled and goosebumps rose all over her arms. The upper part of the stretcher was scarlet with her blood, and she didn't have much left to redden the table.
Someone harshly lifted her head and slipped a collarbone brace over her, cinching it tight. Then, another Russian took a razor to her long, brown hair and shaved a fair amount of it off to reveal the jagged, dark breaks on her skull. He took up a needle and cord and began to stitch them together slowly; all the while Sera offered no protest or response at all. She was beyond that now. A roll of thick gauze stood ready to wrap around her head once the stitches were finished. Somebody else in a lab coat stuck a needle in her arm, connected to a bag of blood.
Around their little space, the other Winged Ones were being treated, in the usual manner of the base. That is, quick shots of adrenaline, gauze, and wet towels applied briskly. Nailbiter just had a little more than a scratch or two. As for Kita, a pair of guards was advancing on her warily, with real guns this time.
As the medical staff worked, they chatted. Of things like the oncoming winter, how they'd be moving the Axoms underground soon, and other things like when the Winged Ones would be sent to serious combat. Others discussed different guns and the curvier female scientists. They acted as if their patients weren't in the room.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:17 am
Kita watched them take Isabella and the others to the medical room apathetically. Her injury had already been treated-- she stiffened. By that man. She turned her head to look for him, but he was already gone. And well he should be. If she'd seen him, she would have gone after him. She stood there for several moments, trembling with barely controlled anger.
For just a moment, she and Isabella had locked eyes as the other girl was taken away. And what she had seen in them was pain. Was she the only one not wounded? Well, aside from the gunshot, which had already been treated and which Kita had already begun to get used to. Once she got used to things like that, she could ignore them.
An incautious step behind her made her glance around. Two of the guards had their guns leveled at her, carefully advancing. She very nearly rolled her eyes. Had she not proven to them yet that she was not afraid of the guns? Still watching them coolly, she began to pull the pins out of her joints, one by one. Undoubtedly there was a proper procedure to this, and undoubtedly she was doing it wrong. She just didn't care. These things made her act childish and helpless, weak and under the complete control of someone else. She wanted them out. Right now. And when she really wanted something, Kita made sure that it got done. With no regard for the guards or their weapons at all, she bent to draw out the pins in her legs.
Once they were all out, she dropped them carelessly on the floor. She turned to walk away - she was going to go to the medical area, track down that doctor, and make him pay. The other scientists had hurt her, but he had humiliated her, taken away that comforting layer of insanity however briefly, and for that she had to hurt him. Kill him if she could. The tightening of her muscles affected her not at all - at first, anyway.
Then the tightening became spasms, the spasms became something very close to a seizure, and near the doors that led to the medical area, Kita dropped. She no longer had control over her body at all, even less so than when the pins had been in. Her eyes closed, and she heard the clatter of the guns as the two guards hurried to grab her and take her to the medical centre before she could do anything about it - if she was faking, anyway. It so happened that she wasn't faking.
All she could do was listen as doors were slammed open and shut a few times, and feel the cold metal of the table as she was put down. Babbling in Russian above her were a couple of voices. One she thought she recognized, and she tried to force her eyes open, but she couldn't do it. Then the other voice moved away and the one voice spoke to her in English. Yes. It was him. No one else would have bothered.
"You've had a bad reaction to the mixture in the pins, Kita. It didn't help that you took them out yourself. I'm going to try to help you now. Just relax."
She tried to make herself sit up, regain control, attack him, but she still couldn't move. Her muscles remained absolutely stiff, with no relaxation at all, and so the needle hurt more than it should have. Slowly, her body began to relax, and she could do no more than drift away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:02 pm
((I'll wait for more posts before making mine. I keep coming up short with my character.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 1:52 pm
Eyes closed, the only means of tracking distance and time for Eriko was by the passing of florescent lights overhead and the steady grinding elicited by the aging wheel axles. Any and all inconsistencies in the floor were excruciating.
Her arm was simultaneously tingling and aflame. All mental focus was on her breathing, keeping it consistent. A steady rhythm. A constant amidst all this shifting pain and confusion. A headache was emerging. The Winged One could only sigh inwardly.
In the medical facility, work began quickly and efficiently. A quick p***k in the injured arm: the injection of mild painkillers. And then she was strapped down, just in case. There was no need, not when Eriko was the patient. She wasn't going to fight it. After all, they were fixing her. The lack of worthwhile painkillers was something she would simply have to endure.
The incision followed shortly, and over the next half hour, the doctors worked to clear out any fragments (they discovered none) and then realigned the bone as best they could. The instruments withdrew, her armed was sealed up with superglue (cheap & efficient), and then unconsciousness was artificially induced. That was what she need now. Lots of rest so she could be thrown back into the fray.
What was that... about not fighting each other anymore? Something about new targets. Eriko was both relieved and unnerved by that bit of news, assuming she hadn't been hallucinating. She was unable to continue this train of thought, however, as the drugs took hold and sent her to the world of dreams.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 9:36 pm
((OOC: Short post. I'm not too sure what to do with her right now.))
Kita stirred very slowly. She could have sworn she heard her bones and muscles scream as she attempted to straighten them, and her head was banging like a drum. Not even when she'd first gotten the wings had she felt this kind of pain. Was she growing weaker, she wondered, or had the drugs really been that potent? Her head refused to allow her to think it through, preferring to force her to stop doing anything that might make it hurt more. Out of pure spite - for herself, for her weakness, for everything - she opened her eyes. The light hit them and nearly made her cry out. How long had she been asleep? she wondered. Every thin, whistling breath made her want to die.
But she couldn't die yet, she reminded herself sternly. She had to find that man, the one who had used the drugs to hurt her. To embarrass her. She had to find him and make him sorry. She had her black-suit quota. She would survive this. A new purpose sparking in previously near-lifeless dark eyes, Kita began to drag herself to a sitting position. Then there was a pair of strong hands on her shoulders, gently guiding her back down. Although she resisted as much as she was able, her muscles still had no strength in them - humiliation on humiliation.
"Relax," the voice advised her in English, causing her to stiffen (or at least, as much as she was able). "You aren't ready to get up yet."
Kita hissed a colourful Gaelic curse at him through clenched teeth, wishing there was something close enough to throw. After a moment or two, he sighed. "It wasn't me, Kita," he said quietly. "It would have been whoever you'd seen first. I'd like to say I'm sorry it happened that way, but I'm not." Then he was silent, and Kita became conscious of cooler air where before she had felt his body heat. He had left.
Probably afraid of her, she thought coldly. Where did he get off saying he wasn't sorry? He would be, she vowed. Once she was on her feet again, he would be sorry.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:56 pm
((I propose a timeskip.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:11 pm
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