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 Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 11:22 pm
February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞ James let out a laugh when Leon complained that the girl had poured out all of his alcohol. "Maybe we can find them again when she's satisfied with your efforts." He grinned. Not that it was good to tempt an alcoholic, but if he got it under control then perhaps he would be allowed some here and there. Unless it got out of hand again. If death sounded better than this, though, maybe he would remember it the next time he tried to get hammered. "If you aren't going to help, at least go get me something to make it more tolerable." His friend whined. "That I can do." James agreed. "Be back before you know it. Try not to die while I'm gone." The detective shot him another grin before turning to head back towards the door. The redhead gave him a thumbs-up as he passed, before going to check on Leon herself.
When he was back outside in the cold, James pulled out his phone to search for the nearest drug-store. It happened to be just around the next block, so he decided that he could manage walking there instead of moving his car and trying to hunt down new parking. He stuffed his phone back into his jacket pocket and turned out of the main entrance of the apartment complex, picking his way carefully through the slush of frequently-traveled sidewalks. As soon as he turned the corner, his footing slid. His hand shot down to catch himself, but it wasn't until the images shot through his head that he realized he must have forgotten to put on gloves in his haste to get to Leon's earlier.
The young man walked out of the alley, glancing back and forth as though he were about to cross the street. He stepped onto the squares of the sidewalk, but before he had the chance to do anything else, the doors of a parked van slid open. Two figures that somewhat resembled bank robbers jumped out, ambushing the kid on the side of the road. It didn't appear to be a high-traffic location, so the entire ordeal didn't seem to raise any alarms. One of black-clad men bashed the kid over the head, while the other caught and slung him over a shoulder so that his feet wouldn't drag through the snow. They stuffed him into the van and glanced around before slamming the door shut and speeding off. The inside of the van was dimly lit, and the windows covered with makeshift curtains. None of the figures in the vehicle ever turned to face him again, but a body lay beside him in the back of the van. A female voice could barely be made out muttering something about ditching the dead-weight, but aside from that the voices were all too muffled. A stop was made and the body was pulled from the vehicle. More driving. A second stop, and one of the figures got out, accidentally dragging a mitten along with it. Then there was darkness.
"s**t." James muttered to himself. "- all right?" He blinked as he realized that a voice beside him was asking whether he was okay. The vision must have lasted long enough to cause some concern. James nodded quickly to the older woman, pushing back up with the mitten in his hand. He stuffed it into his pocket and wiped at his pants. "I just slipped. No harm done." He told the woman, feigning a smile. Inside, however, he was quite concerned. When the woman had moved on James pulled out his phone, trying to recall what he had seen of the license plate of the van before it had sped off, and typing it into note. Normally he wouldn't have worried so much about it -- it was a past event, and who knew how long ago they'd happened?
However, there was no doubt in James' mind that this particular event had to have happened within the last twenty-four hours. He knew this, because the kid in the vision was someone from Providence. James didn't know the kid well, but he had seen him a few times, and he definitely remembered passing the kid in the hall the day before. Chris, he thought his name was. Some sort of... Animal whisperer, or something, if he recalled correctly. A fairly nonthreatening ability. That didn't mean he was safe, though. None of them were. There were plenty of groups out there that would've done it, with or without a motive.
James backed out of his notes in his phone and scrolled through his contacts list, clicking to dial one of the Providence numbers. "Hey, we uh... Have a situation." He rattled off the details of the vision and about the Deviant kid that had been taken -- including that the vision had shown a dead body in the car, which meant that whoever it was wasn't above killing. "I'm out here now, and I can try to track them down if you can get a lead on the license plate number, but Joel is still with Lana, and Leon is.... A little preoccupied." He added in case they wanted to send somebody out with him. Normally he had some sort of partner. They were all more fond of the buddy-system than going it alone, especially in a situation where James already knew there to be at least one death and more than a single perpetrator. He would be foolish to try and confront them by himself.
The voice on the other line told him they'd call him back after they checked into the kid and the license plate number, and hung up. James continued on his original task of finding things to help with Leon's withdrawals while he waited for a call back. When he had returned bearing pain-killers, nausea medicine, and some Saltines and Ginger Ale he filled Leon in on what had happened as well.
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 7:54 pm
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Leon Farshaw
┗━━━━━━━━━┛Leon hadn’t gone very far since James had left. He had managed to make his way the few feet from the bathroom to the couch. Well Harper managed to drag him the few feet from the bathroom to the couch. Shaking with cold sweats and sunken eyes, the ex-solider mumbled something about rather going back to Kandahar while he took advantage of the goodies James at brought him. Then he laid back and closed his eyes while his stomach tried to decide if it was all going to stay down or not. “Can't go anywhere with finding a case can you? No wounder you don't have a girl James.” He grumbled. He knew it was important....a Providence agent was missing. He just wasn't in the mood to even think about anyone else's problems. "When they call back, ask for Eva."Feb 12th, 2013 | Haze
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 7:21 pm
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Altair Blackwood
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ He would know. He spent enough time looking at it. When he was sure he wasn’t looking of course. Altair was tempted to give that fine a** a squeeze to show her just how desirable it was, but figured he'd probably get slapped for his efforts. Sure, Anna let him get a little handy sometimes and there was that one time when they both got drunk.... Ouch. Al was a little disappointed when she asked why she should be jealous. Of course he wanted her to be jealous. That would mean she wanted his attention for herself. “Someone else getting all of this? What isn’t there to be jealous of?” He asked while gesturing to his upper body. It took a lot of work to maintain that physique. He gave her a look of mock indignation when she pinched his cheeks. “You should definitely feel flattered.” Al put both hands behind his head as he watched her take off her rucksack and coat. If he didn't, he might be tempted to touch something he shouldn't. He was tempted to use his power on Anna....find out what she really thought of him. She'd figure it out though, bloody woman's intuition, and never forgive him. “Well, you could always continue to remove clothing and then join me in lazy-sexy on the cot all day.”February 4th 2012
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:55 pm
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂S o m e t i m e s , x t h e x b e s t x t o x h i d e x i s x i n x p l a i n x s i g h t . . . T h e x C h a m e l e o n A N N A B E L L E x K A L L I A S C a m m i e x t h e x S m u g g l e r ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂Places: apartment hideout xxxxFaces: Altair
coveredAnnabelle smirked when he complimented her about her a** in his little roundabout way of saying it without confirming things. She certainly couldn’t see behind her when she was walking, so she’d have to take his word for it. She didn’t mind admitting she was wrong if she was wrong. She figured she’d call this one an instance of being wrong, and bask in the knowledge that the hot guy thought she had a nice backside.
Her fingers combed her hair as she listened to his dulcet tones, going up, and down in the gravelly notes of his spoken words. “Well, you could always continue to remove clothing and then join me in lazy-sexy on the cot all day.” Her fingers stuttered at the unexpected suggestion of how she could spend her day. Did he not realize she was armed? Or did he know, and just not care? People usually didn’t talk to her like that for fear of her reputation, or fear of her father’s reputation and that his volatile nature might have been inherited. Her father had certainly not reacted well to those sorts of words towards the females in his life.
She moved closer, her leg lifting, and lowering as she straddled him once more. Anna leaned over, her lips almost touching his again. “Maybe, if you want me in bed with you all day, you should just kiss me stupid, and get them off me yourself.” Without the booze as an excuse for taking off first thing the next morning.
She let her lips touch his, closing gently before they parted, and she nipped his lower lip between her teeth in a soft pinch before releasing him. Her body shifted, and she began to sit back up. “But if you’re too scared to do that, you’re probably not capable of handling me properly.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 4:14 pm
February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞ James rolled his eyes at Leon's statement. "Can't really help that, now can I?" He muttered, plopping down on the couch next to his friend. The detective didn't exactly have much control over what he saw and when he saw it. Leon knew that much. Besides, a missing providence agent with an unknown group of perpetrators was sort of a big deal. For all they knew, the kid was being tortured for being associated with them, or just for being a deviant in general. In addition, it wasn't like the kid had a power that could help protect him. If he didn't have any sort of fighting experience -- and there were plenty of those, just seeking refuge -- then he could be as good as dead if they didn't get to him quickly.
"Besides, I don't have time for dating." He muttered, his phone ringing again as if to solidify the statement. It wasn't entirely true, he could make time, but his power and his job left him with a lot of baggage. James didn't particularly want to drag anyone else's mood down with his own -- he had already done plenty of that with Joel missing. Now he was finally in good spirits again, but no girl in his life needed to listen to the sort of things that made it difficult for him to sleep at night.
"James Brandt." He greeted, answering the phone. It was providence calling him back. The kid -- who's name was Chris Paulson -- hadn't been found anywhere around where he should be, and one of his friends had confirmed that he'd gone out earlier that day but nobody had thought to find out where he'd been headed. They were still working on trying to hunt down the van itself, but the license plate was registered to a rental car lot about half an hour away. The agent on the line mentioned something about sending back up, and James cut in briefly. "Leon told me to ask for Eva." Apparently she had already been sent out in their direction. He was to sit tight until she got to Leon's.
The call ended and James stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "Does this sort of thing happen often at Providence?" The redhead asked curiously, looking back and forth between the two males. Maybe she was trying to work out whether it was the reason for Leon's drinking problem. They had all been through far worse situations than a single missing kid -- even James, and he hadn't been with providence all that long compared to the others. "More often than I'd like." James grunted in response. Not that he had room to complain. It was his job, after all.
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 8:12 pm
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Altair Blackwood
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Oh s**t. Had he gone too far? They joked and flirted a lot, but maybe he had gone a step to far. Al could feel rising panic as Anna walked back towards him. Apologize now, one part of him screamed. Use the clairvoyance and find out if she is actually pissed, said another voice in his head. Be cool, just wait and see what she does first said the last. You got this. Despite his internal panic, Altair remained calm on the outside as Annabelle walked back over to the cot, one arm tucked behind the back of his head, while the other lay casually at his side. He wasn't so good at hiding his emotions as to not widen his eyes in surprise when she moved to straddle him again. A most welcome surprise. It was quickly replaced by the usual charming grin of a man full of self confidence and eyes full of lusty anticipation as she leaned forward. He couldn't help but give a deep chuckle when she called him stupid. It was a sentiment he couldn't agree more with. The chuckle soon turned into a groan as she nipped at his lower lip. There was no letting her sit up this time. His free hand caught her hip, while the one that had been previously tucked behind his head quickly tangled itself in her beautiful blonde locks. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that” Then he kissed her. February 4th 2012
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 4:32 pm
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coveredAltair could definitely handle her. The bed couldn’t. It was a cot, and she was shocked it had held up as long as it had before the bolts broke, and it crashed to the floor. It was a mattress on some squeaky metal. It served its purpose for a good, long while. “That was fun,” she murmured hearing him start to snore. Either he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, or she’d tired him out. Either way, he would need to wake up. There wasn’t food in this safehouse since she hadn’t intended to use it yet, and she’d worked up an appetite.
“You have to wake up,” she crooned, nibbling gently at his ear. “I’m sure there’s a brunch place or something nearby.” It defeated the purpose of having a secret safehouse if you went ordering takeout, and having it delivered. “You really should come with me, so that if any guys go looking at my a** you can grab it and let them know it’s off limits for them.”
She let her fingers slide through the short hair at his temple, trying to coax him awake without rolling him off the broken cot. “We could get some brunch, and then go continue the day in a king sized bed?”
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 8:32 pm
Donna pulled her coat tightly around herself. It was a chilly 29 ferenhight this February night, though the sky was clear and the stars sparkled above. She stepped off of the sidewalk to the cross the park which was located between the restaurant she worked at and the apartment she lived in. It was the same shortcut she took every night she worked. It was nearing 1am by the time they had finished cleaning up for the evening, but Donna didn't mind. In fact she enjoyed the quiet and stillness of the night. Soon the city street lights vanished behind her ad the park trees surrounded her. It was like being in her own little private world. However this night would turn out to be different than most as she was not quite alone. She rounded a bend in the path and came across two males in leather jackets, one casually smoking and leaning against a tree while the second seemed to be doing something with a bag on the ground. In the darkness it took her a few seconds to realize it wasn't a bag at all, but a dead body. Donna froze in her tracks. “s**t, she's seen us.” The one who was smoking said straightening. His friend quickly stood up and whirled around. Donna turned and started to run, but she could hear them behind her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2018 9:10 am
(Just so i know for the future, how do i get pictures up here since the loss of photobucket?) The sounds of bushes begin to rustle and move. What looks like night goggles peak through the bushes and the mysterious figure spots a woman running in a panic. The figure looks behind her as he see's two men chasing after her. "My time to shine" he thinks to himself as he flips the goggles over his head and they begin to move around adjusting themselves on his head. The figure then dashes in the same direction as the woman runs. From bush to bush, from tree to tree the mysterious figure remains hidden but follows the woman, only making sounds. He keeps this up untill he stops to let the woman keep running.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 8:36 am
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Altair Blackwood
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Altair groaned in protest when Anna first stated he had to wake up. The last part of her statement had his eyes wide open and a grin spread across his lips. "Now that's a reason to get out of bed." He grabbed her, giving her one last fiery kiss before rolling off the broken cot, suddenly seeming to have a whole lot more energy than he did a few seconds ago. Standing in all his naked glory, he offered a hand to help Anna up. Not that she needed it. "We should shower first." He added as he gazed down. As much as he enjoyed the flushed colour her skin had taken and tangled mess of her golden tress, it wasn't a sight to be shared with the public. He was sure he looked about the same. February 4th 2012
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 8:46 am
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Leon Farshaw
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ "You could start wearing gloves all time like you're the queen of England." Leon suggested sarcastically, without opening his eyes. He knew why James didn't. It was so he could pick up cases like these. Help some poor kid who had no hope other than James picking up a random vision. James was a stronger man than him, at least in Leon's estimation. Leon needed the drink to deal with his demons. James dealt with other people's demons without a problem that he could see. He could hardly fault him for his single life style though. The would be the pot calling the kettle black. Before the crippled Leon could make an attempt at a retort' James's phone started ringing. "We are at war. People die, people go MIA, people get tortured. His partner's sister is in the loonie bin because of what happened to her." He jerked his thumb towards James before letting his hand fall. "I lost a platoon last week. Wasn't enough left of them to bring back for their families to bury." At least he thought it was last week. It felt like he had been going through withdrawal for eternity. He answered bluntly with zero tact. Some part of him knew he was being an a*****e. A bigger one than normal, but with cold sweats, a cramping stomach and a pounding headache being kind and tactful were beyond him. "If the kid James is after is lucky, he's already dead." The most likely suspects for picking up a Providence member were the Dominion or those scientist who liked to run their experiments. Being picked up by either meant torture. Then the dry heaving started again. He grabbed the bucket.
Feb 12th, 2013 | Haze
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2018 8:06 pm
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coveredShe grinned. Food was always a good reason to get out of bed. Then again, more of how they spent their morning with more room might have been a motivating factor, too. Who knew? She wasn’t in his head. “Shower, huh?” That grin blossomed into a smile as she tugged playfully at his ear, pulling him towards the bathroom. She could accommodate that little worry of his…
His shower took a little longer than she’d intended, but they had to rinse off after getting dirty again. Plus, she had to dry her hair, and redress. Boys had it easier, with their short hair. She had been taught to not go outside with a wet head, and while she’d been told it was an old-wives’ tale, she wasn’t taking the chance on pneumonia. Not too long after leaving the safehouse, they were at Locanda Verde, a nice Italian eatery on Greenwich Street. She wasn’t a great cook, but she knew good places to eat. And this place had the nice touch of a wood-fire hearth that sent a lovely, comfortable scent into the air. Maybe she’d had one too many visits to out of the way, off the grid places with her mom growing up, but there was a comforting feeling about a wood-burning fire. She immediately ordered the lemon ricotta pancakes, and some smoked bacon. Seeing the look Al gave her, she also ordered the Hazelnut-Crusted French Toast. “We’ll share,” she informed him, not sure if he’d like the idea of some sort of cheese being in pancakes, but she thought they were one of her favorite foods in New York.
Coffee was poured, and they were offered a brunch cocktail menu, but she waved it off. Altair could get something if he wanted, but she was armed, and probably shouldn’t have liquor before food.
“Have you even seen my place?” She asked. She usually met the crew at one of the safe houses, but Altair had always been different. She could have been injured, or drunk, and not remembered him tossing her into her home before going to find someplace safer to be.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2018 11:54 pm
February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞ James let a grin twitch on his lips at his friend's remark -- though Mathis was the one who popped into his head rather than the Queen of England. He didn't comment on it aloud though. If truth be told, James liked picking up in things. Many cases had been solved purely by chance because of it. His grin fell as Leon continued speaking, however. Elaborating on the answer to the redhead's question. "We are at war. People die, people go MIA, people get tortured. His partner's sister is in the loonie bin because of what happened to her." The girl's brows furrowed together, clearly having not known much of anything about it before Leon started rambling on. "Leon..." James tried to intervene, but now that the other man had begun, he didn't seem too keen on stopping.
"I lost a platoon last week. Wasn't enough left of them to bring back for their families to bury." Something like realization crossed the girl's face, and James patted his friend on the shoulder. Perhaps she suddenly understood the alcoholism, though she didn't make any moves to offer him a bottle. The mood had turned rather grim. James knew that eloquent words were not exactly Leon's strong suit, but he was throwing down a whole lot of s**t in front of someone who it seemed hadn't known about any of it before this particular moment. Still, Leon didn't let up. It was no secret to those close to Leon that this last situation had left him in a worse state than usual, and it seemed the withdrawals were only making him more irritable. "If the kid James is after is lucky, he's already dead." And with that, Leon began to heave again.
James let out a sigh. Leon wasn't necessarily wrong, but it would depend on who had decided to nab the kid. James knew what kind of situations the kid could end up in. With any luck, they would find him before too much damage had been done. Or, as Leon said, he would be lucky to die before being put through so much. In any case, he had still been alive when James had seen his vision, so James had to operate under the assumption that a rescue was in order, rather than just leave him to whatever fate those who had taken him had in mind. "I.. didn't realize..." The redhead seemed rather speechless, any amount of smugness she felt at Leon's misery gone from her face. James only shook his head. "He's just being dramatic -- Right bud?" The detective asked, giving the man a firm nudge on the shoulder and trying to lighten the mood again. He wasn't sure what the girl was to Leon -- other than someone attempting to stop his drinking habit -- but she didn't need to hear about the many deaths and losses they had endured. She didn't strike him as someone who was very war-savvy, and it might only frighten her needlessly.
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 6:21 pm
Neither the men, nor Donna noticed the rustling in the bushes as the raced down the path. She was too busy trying to get away and the men were too intent on their prey. Internally she cursed the high-heels she was wearing. Little did she know her footwear wouldn't make a difference, but she was about to find out. "Quit playing and shoot her!" One of the men growled from behind. The second rolled his eyes as he ran. He liked the chase, but he complied to his partner's demands. He trust his hand forward, the only warning a few visible sparks along his forearm a split second before a bolt of lightening arced from his hand and hit the frightened woman in the back. It had the effect of a taser. Donna collapsed, her body twitching uncontrollably while the electricity coursed through her body. The two men slowed to a walk, grinning, as they savored the moment of their downed prey.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2018 7:28 pm
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Leon Farshaw
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Leon finally looked up from his bucket to see the look on Haprer's face and immediately regretted his words. A knife of guilt stabbed and twisted into his abdomen. Or was that the nausea from the withdraw? It was difficult to tell. Innocent civilians like her were the reason he went to war. The reason he saw the horrors that he did, and subsequently got black out drunk every night. So that they could remain ignorant, safe and keep their families and friends intact. Harper didn't need to know about the horrors happening in the central states where it was open war, or the espionage happening in the background of the “safe zones”. She didn't need to deal with his s**t. “Yeah...... dramatic....” He repeated, his voices raw and raspy from all the puking he'd been doing over the last few days. “I’m sure the kid is fine.” He added, though he wasn’t sure how believable that was. Words were like toothpaste. You couldn’t put them back in the tube. He'd have to convince James to speak to Harper when he got the chance. Convince the girl to leave him to his misery. She deserved someone so much better than a broken solider. Just then, there was a knock on the door cutting through all the tension in the air. Eva had arrived. Feb 12th, 2013 | Haze
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