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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:00 pm
Kurtis was already crouched down. He gestured for Tiki to follow and began to approach, shuffling sideways along the cubicles.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:02 pm
Tiki silently drew his handgun as he followed. He reached out to pull Kurtis back; now that they were here, Tiki would lead.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:17 pm
Kurtis nodded and flicked a switch on his gun.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:44 pm
Xander swore and groped for something to throw. His hand found purchase on a stapler. He grabbed it and chucked it at the nearest agent. It struck his forehead, leading a stable embedded in his head.
The agents, Conner, the stapler, everything seemed to slow down again, What the Hell is this? he wondered.
Without questioning further, Xander drew his bow and let loose three arrows at the agents to his left and two more to the agents on his right.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 2:17 pm
The arrows thudded into their targets, who had hardly moved at all since Xander had taken aim.
The stapler hit the floor and the dead men launched back, slowing the advance of their comrades.
Tiki poked his head around the corner to watch, holding up a warning finger to Kurtis.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 2:27 pm
Kurtis crouched low, holding his gun vertically, fingers away from the trigger.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:59 am
(Oh wow, I missed a lot didn't I... Maybe I should be more insistant and when it comes to stealing the computer from my sisters. I'm really sorry it took me so long. I'm guessing I'm still in the same spot I was before, so that's where I'll start. Correct me if I'm wrong, I may have missed something when scanning over the posts))
Esther finally managed to force herself into a seated position, looking back at where Gray had gone. And then she heard gunshots... Great, as if today could be any worse. What had happened anyway? She ducked behind some crates, hoping Gray would be alright, but was beginning to feel a little sick. Maybe it was just from her headache, but she wasn't so sure that was it. Frantically she started looking around for anything she could use as a weapon that was imediatly within reach. Either that or a way out. And she thought she might see a door not far away.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 11:14 am
((Haha, yeah. It's okay.
Yeah, Richard killed Gray. But it was Gray's fault.))
Richard gave a grunt and held up a fist - freeze. Then he cupped a hand by his ear - listen. He thought he heard... There it was! Something or someone scrabbling a little. Trying to stay quiet, but inexperienced and in a very large warehouse where echoes tended to take place. With a finger to his lips towards St. Cyrill, Richard turned and started moving in the direction of the sound, as soundlessly as he could. If Esther were listening, she might hear faint boot-falls or the occasionally clank of Richard's carrying strap. Dangit, he should've removed it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:31 pm
((Yep, no worries Gem.))
St. Cyrill didn't move. He allowed Richard to advance ahead of him before he followed almost silently.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:22 pm
Esther gulped, and froze. She thought for sure she heard something, but hoped it was just her nerves overeacting to a mouse or something. That was unlikely, so she rushed for the door and pulled on the handle. Locked. Great. Just her luck.
((Ok 3nodding So can she discover she has powers now?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:29 pm
((If you can do it in a way that makes sense, the way that we did. Not like, "She felt different and so she did this cool stuff."))
St. Cyrill held up a fist, then pointed towards the door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:06 pm
Richard nodded; he could get a clear view of the door by coming around...
There! Someone, female. Potentially opposition? No point in being quiet about it. "Stop! Get down, hands on your head!" Richard shouted, rifle honed in on Esther as best as he could while he was still crouched and advancing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:18 pm
St. Cyrill took up a position with his SMG resting on a crate, keeping hs aim on her as Richard advanced.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:53 pm
((Ok, I'll try my best and see what I can come up with. I have a few ideas, I just need an opportunity to use them))
Esther couldn't stop the squeak that escaped her, and she spun abruptly. She stared at the pointed guns and the men holding them, and back further up agains the door. Just her luck she didn't have her gun. She put her hands up, figuring it would be easier to not cause trouble. But she still stayed as close to the door as possible.
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