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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 1:37 pm
~Ai quickly stabs the pitiful child in the chest and then beheads him.
~"Even after killing so many people while with the Guard, I still get the creeps from killing kids," muttered Ai more to herself than to anyone in particular."
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 1:44 pm
~After a brief look around the statue, Ai once more begins to climb the statue, this time without incident.
~Straining her ears, eyes closed, Ai hears a commotion to the southeast, in the direction of the subway.
~"Great," mutters Ai. "Vampires. Lot's and lots of vampires"
~She carefully climbs down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 1:46 pm
~Ai sheathes her sword, checks the ammo on her pistol and rifle, and then heads off in the direction of the subway.
~"Think positive," she mutters every few seconds.
{Exit Ai Nakamura}
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:00 pm
*walks in front of the statue at stands there*
"ha no one is here yet"
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:24 pm
Blair appeared on the scene a worn man and killer. His rugged and unshaven face clearly showed a 5'o clock shadow upon his cheeks. His dual holsters held dual Glock 18's both loaded with 30 round extended magazines and had the condoments of silencers as well as lasersights. They layed hidden under his black Eisenhower jacket.
Spit flew from his mouth and onto the concrete floor before the statues large green toned and corroded feet. He coughed several times before the flem and mucus finally let free from his throught and unto the asphalt. It was smokers cough; and to irony of it. He had a Marlboro Red which sat between his lips slowly buring emitting a soft crackling sound. It burned bright orange as he sucked in slowly filling his lungs with the intoxicating cigarette smoke which tasted like mud but as the only one that not only got him light headed anymore but also relaxed him.
He walked slowly torwards another man waiting by the statue and asked him "What are you waiting for?" In a rather normal tone though his voice crackled as smoke filtered from his lips as he spoke. His voice has rather rhaspy from the years of smoking though his aim was the same if not better than it was 15 years ago.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:37 pm
Fatal Shot Blair appeared on the scene a worn man and killer. His rugged and unshaven face clearly showed a 5'o clock shadow upon his cheeks. His dual holsters held dual Glock 18's both loaded with 30 round extended magazines and had the condoments of silencers as well as lasersights. They layed hidden under his black Eisenhower jacket.
Spit flew from his mouth and onto the concrete floor before the statues large green toned and corroded feet. He coughed several times before the flem and mucus finally let free from his throught and unto the asphalt. It was smokers cough; and to irony of it. He had a Marlboro Red which sat between his lips slowly buring emitting a soft crackling sound. It burned bright orange as he sucked in slowly filling his lungs with the intoxicating cigarette smoke which tasted like mud but as the only one that not only got him light headed anymore but also relaxed him.
He walked slowly torwards another man waiting by the statue and asked him "What are you waiting for?" In a rather normal tone though his voice crackled as smoke filtered from his lips as he spoke. His voice has rather rhaspy from the years of smoking though his aim was the same if not better than it was 15 years ago. "YOU"*sho got ot his 7mm and shot blair and took out a handgrenade and threw it while rleaseing it**after a few seconds it explodes* "ha ha" * sho jumped in the air and got out his asaltrifle and gets ito possion because he can heare him breathing* "to easy"
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:13 pm
miketow123 Fatal Shot Blair appeared on the scene a worn man and killer. His rugged and unshaven face clearly showed a 5'o clock shadow upon his cheeks. His dual holsters held dual Glock 18's both loaded with 30 round extended magazines and had the condoments of silencers as well as lasersights. They layed hidden under his black Eisenhower jacket.
Spit flew from his mouth and onto the concrete floor before the statues large green toned and corroded feet. He coughed several times before the flem and mucus finally let free from his throught and unto the asphalt. It was smokers cough; and to irony of it. He had a Marlboro Red which sat between his lips slowly buring emitting a soft crackling sound. It burned bright orange as he sucked in slowly filling his lungs with the intoxicating cigarette smoke which tasted like mud but as the only one that not only got him light headed anymore but also relaxed him.
He walked slowly torwards another man waiting by the statue and asked him "What are you waiting for?" In a rather normal tone though his voice crackled as smoke filtered from his lips as he spoke. His voice has rather rhaspy from the years of smoking though his aim was the same if not better than it was 15 years ago. "YOU"*sho got ot his 7mm and shot blair and took out a handgrenade and threw it while rleaseing it**after a few seconds it explodes* "ha ha" * sho jumped in the air and got out his asaltrifle and gets ito possion because he can heare him breathing* "to easy" Blair only let out a slight chucle as the man blatantly missed. Apparently the man had forgotten to aim as he negleted to add that detail to his horrible accuracy.
As the bullet whizzed past Blairs torso the handgrenade still had its pin in it as it landed by his feet. So, taking out one Glock 18 and clicking it off safety with a the flick of his thumb he fired off a volley of 8 rounds at the mans head, neck, and upper torso as he hopped into the air. Meanwhile with his right hand he clenched down on the grenades handle his thump already in the pin yanked it out and with a slight toss after cooking the grenade for 1.5 out of the 3 second primer; it flew through the air which would airburst above or infront of him causing massive hydrostatic shock with an almost certain chance of fatality if the bullets didn't do the job.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:20 pm
Fatal Shot miketow123 Fatal Shot Blair appeared on the scene a worn man and killer. His rugged and unshaven face clearly showed a 5'o clock shadow upon his cheeks. His dual holsters held dual Glock 18's both loaded with 30 round extended magazines and had the condoments of silencers as well as lasersights. They layed hidden under his black Eisenhower jacket.
Spit flew from his mouth and onto the concrete floor before the statues large green toned and corroded feet. He coughed several times before the flem and mucus finally let free from his throught and unto the asphalt. It was smokers cough; and to irony of it. He had a Marlboro Red which sat between his lips slowly buring emitting a soft crackling sound. It burned bright orange as he sucked in slowly filling his lungs with the intoxicating cigarette smoke which tasted like mud but as the only one that not only got him light headed anymore but also relaxed him.
He walked slowly torwards another man waiting by the statue and asked him "What are you waiting for?" In a rather normal tone though his voice crackled as smoke filtered from his lips as he spoke. His voice has rather rhaspy from the years of smoking though his aim was the same if not better than it was 15 years ago. "YOU"*sho got ot his 7mm and shot blair and took out a handgrenade and threw it while rleaseing it**after a few seconds it explodes* "ha ha" * sho jumped in the air and got out his asaltrifle and gets ito possion because he can heare him breathing* "to easy" Blair only let out a slight chucle as the man blatantly missed. Apparently the man had forgotten to aim as he negleted to add that detail to his horrible accuracy.
As the bullet whizzed past Blairs torso the handgrenade still had its pin in it as it landed by his feet. So, taking out one Glock 18 and clicking it off safety with a the flick of his thumb he fired off a volley of 8 rounds at the mans head, neck, and upper torso as he hopped into the air. Meanwhile with his right hand he clenched down on the grenades handle his thump already in the pin yanked it out and with a slight toss after cooking the grenade for 1.5 out of the 3 second primer; it flew through the air which would airburst above or infront of him causing massive hydrostatic shock with an almost certain chance of fatality if the bullets didn't do the job. ((no I said I released the pin while throwing oh well)) blairs atack was not as accurate because while the smoke cleared sho was gone*sho was on top of blair and he threw a kick to the back of blairs head while blair was on the ground sho pointed his gun to blairs head* "join me or die' ((is it okay for people to die at this point)) "we will be a great team"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:54 pm
Walks up to the Statue of Liberty "so this is the Statue Of Liberty..huh" sees two guys fighting and quickly hides in the Shadows.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:03 am
*Rogue looked up at the statue from below.
Three guards were dead at Rogue's feet, and the dawn was quickly approaching. She began scaling the side, and climbed with vampuric speed. In a few minutes she reached the top...and it was just in time.
The sun's rays pierced Rogue's eyes for the first time in centuries. She had ofted painted this moment in several of her paintings...and painted as if in the light of day...not that she was psychic by any means...but longed for the light as if gasping for air.
A tear hit her hand as she stared at it outstretched.
She was not afraid anymore...a fear that had been instilled in some of her first years as a vampire...to hide from the light...
Rogue stood and watched the sunrise for a few hours and let the moment become a part of her before she left the spot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:24 pm
*sits at a bench near the water twirling his mganum in all differnet ways* hmmm...... im hungry *flips his gun into place realy fast and shoots the water, walks off whistling*
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:36 am
*sits on the satuts head pondering things he has seen of this new era* .....i need a vaction from all these wolfs and why were there so many bodys when i climbed the stairs??? *ponders this *
well ill just get off of here*looks down* use elavator this time sweatdrop *sits at the satues base* good no lycans to attack me i can finally rest*
{exits to the docks}
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 5:55 pm
*Loryanya walks around the Statue for a moment.*" Hmm...Wonder where she came from.."*Lory wasn't informed about this staue and what it represented. She smiled*" Well I guess she's okay..."*She said as she sat by the water. She took off her heavy boots and socks and put her feet in the water.*" So cool.."*She smiled and laid back onto the grass while she swished her feet about*
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:09 pm
*Lory leaves the statue after completely surveying it. She goes home for some rest before she scouts some more*{exit}
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 12:25 am
Lin looks up to the giant green woman known as the statue of liberty.
"Hey you." She muttered as she sat down her bag.
It had been seven days, six nights, fourteen hours and twenty five minutes since she last had a decent meal and it was all because of this ginormouse woman. Somehow Lin had this insatiable need to be here in New York. Here in the city of lights and people, polution, noise and every dead, undead and furry thing within a 20 mile radius.
Security had eyeballed her kinda funny when she stepped on the ferry in her torn up blue jeans and gone to hell and back white shirt. Her hair was in a mass of semi fro curles all the way to her butt and gave her that distinct appearance and aroma of homeless.
She had come here to seek out her own kind. With that thought she scoffed.
"Like hell, they probuably hit the hills when they heard me coming."
And that was the truth. She had walked by the junkyard, mozied through the park and nothing. Every hair on the back of her neck stood up like somethings here...somethings here but alas nothing.
And here she was at the foot of the ol gal herself.
"What do you want with me huh?" Lin yelled.
She sighed and grabbed her bag.
"Apparantley, nothing."
She wandered to the exit.
{exit}
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