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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 7:46 am
((Team 4))
Nope. Not at all. You guys were totally in the clear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 10:53 am
Okay, they were all good start sneaking down the hall. Still, something he had to do was shut Ezrial up. He quickly zipped around and quietly hissed his order, hoping it would do anything. Man, this was not fun. He silently stepped out of the room and began sneaking following the disgustingly arrogant pair. He made sure to keep close to a wall-he guessd which way they were going to turn and walked alog the wall furthest from it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:52 pm
((Team 4))
Ezriel stopped short halfway through the little journey and stared at the opposite wall. God, not agai-
Oh.
So that's what he meant...
In the upper portion of the wall was an air duct. It was slotted and metal, with a screw in each corner holding it in place.
Nice.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:11 pm
This was good, but this was bad. Bozely didn't have a screw diver, and he didn't think he could bust it open without alarming the pair.
Bozely scratched his head and turned to Ezriel. "You wanna spew something helpful out right now?" He whispered. This would be the perfect time to do it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:37 am
(Brian, how far from Night am I now?)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:42 am
[She's rounded the other corner by now.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 9:09 pm
[When is it that you're leaving, Jesse? Everyone's leaving... sad ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:03 am
"Dammit! Do something!" He growled softly. He took a fist and clonked him on the head in a Fonzie-type manner, except without the "'Eeeeeey!"
God he hated this, what if those two came back around for some reason? What if this gas killed him? There had to be something he could do. Or half-way-zombie-boy could do something, or he could make half-way-zombie boy do something. He rubbed his hands together with a grin at the thought.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:08 am
((Bozley))
[You're not half-zombie yet...just kinda scarred.]
Well, there was the grate. Actually, that seemed like the only logical solution. But, how to get in? Ezriel was certainly no help, and actually plopped down on his butt as soon as the blow to his head was delivered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:39 am
[I was actually reffering to the way Ezriel was acting, the whole dormant, brain dead routine.]
Bozely stared at the grate. I hate figuring things out. He pulled on the grate with minimal force, seeing how secure it was. He then looked around the area. There has to be a way. There has to.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:17 pm
((Bozley))
[OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Got it.]
[Guys...sorry, but look at the session schedule. I have to move most of this session to later tonight sad ]
The grate barely gave way. It was secured with 4 iron screws, one placed on each corner. Not too stable, but it would require some decent (and lound) force to simply pull it off.
What he needed was a tool. A little shard of something that would fit in the screws' tiny slots. And, since everything was plastic and beautfully "safe" around here, finding the right kind of instruments would be hard.
Maybe the scientists...?
[5 posts until complete loss.]
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:29 am
Bozely quickly and qiuetly bent down, the gas was beginning to fog his thoughts worse than the hallways. He forcefully began grabbing the scientist crawling on the ground and searching them for anything that would help. He wiped sweat from his brow, he beginning to get nervous.
[Aww.....crap.]
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:59 am
[You gonna be on for some of today's session? Because we could, in effect, get you to your chapter III scenario (Non-FATE).]
<>
[Core=58]
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Teh General Bloodless rolled 1 100-sided dice:
30
Total: 30 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:40 am
[I'm on right now, at least....]
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:44 am
((Bozley))
Perfect! An empty syringe! This probably wouldn't seem like much to average observer, but to a confined, smelly, lonely, depressed, inward, brooding, escapist, rebellious, white-pajama-ed, humiliated, determined mental patient...
It had infinite possibilities.
The scientist really didn't seem to mind. After all, it's not like he was going to be able to put it to use...his eyes were all white and his flesh was...how do you say...turning yellow. Jaundiced. Yep. Too bad, too. He looked like such a nice guy. After giving his groan of approval...or disapproval...or hunger...
Or whatever...
The syringe was all yours to keep!
<>
[4 posts until doooooooooomm.]
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