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Son of a Jotun Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:34 am
[I don't think he meant a state like one of the United States, Sam.
I was picturing it all as a desert wasteland for the most part. Still buildings, maybe shabby, but Exercia was built recently, so the place they live is just really basic. Pretty much the equivalent of a modern-day third world country]
Axiom ran after her, "Jeez, are you alright, Harmony?" He grabbed her by the wrist when he spotted a room to duck into, he yanked her that way, "in here! We'll find a way out from here!"
The room was rather small, with only a small window for escape, high on the wall, but everything in it was frilly and pink.
"Think it's your brother's room?" Axiom joked, crawling closer to the window, he glanced up, "I guess I'll have to lift you up and put you through it."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:33 am
((Very Fallout 3 then?))
Demetri walked slowly through the rubble of an old building, making his way up the hill it had original sat upon. Every now and then he would bend down to examine an item, evaluate its worth then either drop it back to the ground or toss it into the backpack he wore.
Upon reaching the top of the hill he looked out across the horizon. It seemed blank and bleak as always, but then suddenly something in the distance popped out. Fire, or some kind of light shone in the distance. Demetri knelt down and opened up his pack. After a few moments of rummaging around inside he had found what he was looking for, an old pair of binoculars. Looking towards the light he thought he saw what looked like almost the silhouettes of buildings, or shacks at the least. "Impossible." he said aloud. He stood and took another look around, nothing else was as inviting as the light so, after placing the binoculars back in the pack, he decided to make his way towards it.
((I'm assuming they don't have electricity? So any light is either natural or from fire? What time of day is it?))
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:28 pm
Harmony touched her face once they were in tha safty of a room. "I think it might be." she said joking back and looking at the little window. "I can get." Being as quite as she could be Harmony made a jump and took ahold of the window ceal and pulled herself up, she had done plenty of pull-ups in her life. For a second Harmony thought she might fall off and back to the ground. For a moment she stilled herself. The window was closed and she struggleed to pull it open. The window gave a little butther was hardly any room for her to balence on, and the moment it gave Harmony toppled to the ground. A soft thud and even softer groan said she was alright. Harmony sat ther for a second, kissing the ground, then slowly she sat up rubbing her bloody face. "Ow ******** that hurt." she grummbled angerly
Spike cursed as they disapeared. The bulit missed and he was forced to look for them. He couldn't find them, and walked right past the room where they had ducked into. Defeated he returned to Adella's rrom and waited at the door after a soft knock. He was going to pay hell for this.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:11 pm
Mikhail snuck about the palace slowly, quietly, until he came about a familiar room, with quiet whispers coming from it. Slowly he inched toward the door. He would have to do this as carefully and precisely as possible.
His heart raced, but he was nowhere near perspiration, as he was used to this kind of situation, the great rebel leader that he was.
Finally he had turned the knob of the door enough for the door to move forward, he opened the door and saw: not Harmony or her friend.
Damn!
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The door opened to the room Harmony and Axiom were actually in, but instead of the helpful Mikhail in the doorway, it was the fuming leader of Exercia.
"Gotcha!"
Who needed those useless guards? Adella pulled out a small handgun which had been strapped to her waist. Mikhail's idea, for protection.
Guess his own ideas always had a tendency to backfire.
Hence: baby.
She pointed the gun at Harmony and snarled, "You'll die, and your friend too!"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:00 pm
Harmony was still sitting on the ground. Well s**t this sucked. Thinking on her feet, not literly, Harmony put her hands up. "Aw your not gonna hand me over to my failur of a brother?" She tryed to smile but the side of her face throbed as it bleed out more.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:08 pm
s**t. Mikhail knew the two rebels in the palace were in a lot of trouble, and a world of hurt if someone else found them first.
He turned tail and raced down the other direction, "s**t s**t s**t s**t shitty s**t!"
He took a corner so fast he slid into a wall until finall he spotted Spike, "Spike! What's going on?"
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"Like I'd give him another opportunity to fail me, you know too much, I'll just shoot you dead here, and him, because you probably talked, thats how all of you people are. Filthy gutter scum! I'm sick of you all!"
She took the gun in her hands off safety with her thumb then steadied it again, "but first, I want a list of any nearby rebel armies you're associated with!"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:35 pm
Spike looked up from his place at the door. He had been reloading his gun just incase he needed it. "What do you mean 'whats going on' my sister and her friend are running around here free, I shot my sister but missed the other one, sly little rats that they are." He looked full of himself for getting his sister. She was good at avoiding him. But not good enought.
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Harmony laughed, then stoped as pain raced acorss her face. Instictivly she held her hands up to put presure ont the bleeding wound. "Like I would tell you anything, you're just going to shoot us."
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:49 pm
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"Good point," Adella replied simply, "then die anyhow."
She was a milisecond from pulling the trigger when she was jumped from behind and her arms directed up, the shots firing into the cieling.
It was unmistakable what had happened, so the blame was pointed, correctly, before she was completely positive, "Mikhail!"
"Neutral ground, this is the playroom!" Mikhail attempted to pry the gun from the woman's hands, switching the safety on in the middle of the struggle so they wouldn't fire it by accident, "Baby, give me the gun."
"There's nothing neutral when Isla's in danger, and these rebel scum are a threat to her!" Adella tried to yank the gun free from Mikhail's grasp, but he was a bit to strong for her.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:31 pm
Harmoney hit the grond half expecting to have been shot. But what she saw stunned her. The man wresling the crazed women over the gun. This would be the time to get away. Gabbing Axium's wrist she pulled "Come on lets get the hell outa here!"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:35 pm
"Don't you let them get away, Mikhail!" Adella gave in and let go of the gun they were wrestling over and instead of guarding them she ran out to find Spike. She needed her team, now.
Mikhail looked about as worried as possible as he turned to Harmony, "Go, now."
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Adella ran up to Spike as soon as she saw him and pointed him in the right direction, speaking with a heavy pant, "Your sister- that way- escaping!"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:41 pm
Spike looked at his leader. This was his time to get his damned sister and kill her. "Ye ma'am!" Spike ran off down the hall way she had pointed. His sister and friend were just rounding a corner. He squezed off a few shots and heard a horrified scream come from his sister. He had got her.
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Harmony looked down at her side, blood, and lots of it. Looking up to her leader she pushed him. "Go, I'll hold Spike off and meet you back at the hide out!" Hamony stood holding her side as her brother rounded the corner and slwed down from his run to a menacing walk.
"Are you not goin to turn tail and run, sister?" Spike teased and he held the gun up and ready to make another shoot.
"No I'm gonna take down my stupid and foolish brother." She spat between clenched teeth.
Spike misjudged his sister and moved in to take hold of her arm and drage her away. But she was ready and fought his for the gun.
The two wressled for a few moments Spike trying to elbow her in the bullet wound and failing, Harmony trying to a groin kick and failing. The only thing that ened the fight was the gun goign off. For a second Hamrony stood there thinking she had just gotten herself shot. But when she felt no pain and her brother stumbled back to reveal a shot to the chest. she relized she was ok, and made a run for it with the gun in her hand.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:02 pm
Adella followed Spike down the hallway to not only catch the action, but make sure it was done right. She stood where she assumed would be out of the crossfire for the remainder until she heard the screaming.
Isla screamed from her parents' room at the sounds of all the violence and the shouting. Immediately both Mikhail and Adella's heads shot up and they both raced toward the room.
Adella was first to her daughter, "Sweety, it's okay, everything's okay!"
Isla screamed louder, "Mommy's bleeding!"
Mikhail raced over to see what his daughter was screaming about, and she had been right, Adella was bleeding, "Adella!" He raced to her side and lifted her onto the bed as Isla backed away, afraid of the blood, tears already streaming down her face as she screamed ofr her mommy.
Adella hadn't even noticed the wound, she had been so wrapped up in the fight and her daughter screaming, but man now that she was lying down it hurt, it hurt and she felt dizzy. Dizzy and tired, ready to sleep. . .
"Holy s**t I need a doctor!" Mikhail leapt up and sprinted as fast as he could downstairs and into the medical ward for the doctor, "Doctor! Quick! It's Kovalenski!"
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Son of a Jotun Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 4:12 pm
Axiom was running when a team of people stampeded around him, in the opposite direction. Well, they had passed right by him, and that was a good sign. He slowed down a bit, assuming now that he would be safe to slip out the back of the palace unnoticed.
He was doing just that when he passed a hall that was still alive with light, music and voices. He slowed his walk as much as he could and held his breath, then he dropped to his knees to crawl by.
(Wow, four days short of a year later, I reply.)
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:15 pm
Hans Heydebreck was present in a small, dimly lit room where in the middle sat a round table surrounded by five men, including himself. He had removed his jacket, but not his gun holster; pushed up his sleeves, but left his suspenders on. His hair which early in the day had been slicked back and held perfectly in place, was now falling loose, brushing in thick black strands above his brow.
He stared, conveying no emotion, at the cards in his left hand, a royal flush. He was about to take all of the winnings on the table for the third time that night. One would think theses soldiers would have had enough by now. In his right hand, he held a half-smoked cigar, and slowly, he placed it between his sharp white teeth, to free his right hand.
“Gentlemen,” Heydebreck leaned forward, once again removing the cigar from his mouth, cocking a thick black brow, and leaning on his left elbow, “I vould like to thank you all, from ze bottom of mein vallet.” He placed down the royal flush and welcomed the groans of defeat from the other men. “Danke. Danke.” He nodded to each one as he pulled the winnings before him.
He made a sport out of counting the money before the other men and laughing as he tucked it away into his pockets, “Any takers for eine fourth round?”
All of the men loudly expressed their opposition and Heydebreck just smiled, leaning back proudly in his chair. Quickly though, upon hearing a sound, he jolted upright, quickly drawing out his pistol.
That had sounded like Mikhail yelling, and Mikhail never had a reason to yell.
Before running out, Heydebreck clicked off the safety on his handgun, and darted out of the room.
Within a second, the men in the room heard the firing of a pistol. Had they been outside of the room however, they would have discovered that what actually happened, was Heydebreck rushed out, gun pointed ahead of him, chin high, only to trip over the figure of a man crawling on the floor before him, thus, firing his pistol into a nearby wall.
Quickly though, he got to his knees and turned, pointing the gun in the man’s direction. Just as soon, he recognized the man as the traitor that Adella had captured only hours before. Beautiful.
Heydebreack instructed the men to apprehend him, and then finished getting to his feet when he witnessed Mikhail running down an adjacent hallway with the physician, and he remembered why he had darted out of the room in the first place.
He was third to the doorway to see into a room where something had obviously happened to Adella, but she was still, quite certainly, alive. Isla was causing a scene however, wailing about her mother and Mikhail was already scooping the girl up into his arms and bringing her toward the door.
“Hans.” He addressed Heydebreck in the familiar, as he usually did, “Please.” He handed the small girl over to the German officer and turned quickly back to the problem with Adella. Isla would certainly be fine, now, in comparison. Of course this could not be good for her, but at least Hans Heydebreck was trustworthy.
It was an odd relationship that Mikhail shared with Heydebreck. Each was perfectly loyal to his own side, and each was in a powerful position there, however, each had the utmost respect for the other, and an unspoken degree of power over the other. Though neither technically served as superior to the other, Mikhail obeyed orders from Heydebreck, and, in return, Heydebreck was not above any favor for Mikhail.
Most favos came in the form of Isla.
Heydebreck was one of the very few residents, rather, people in general, who knew about Isla, and of those few, of even a smaller handful to know about Adella and Mikhail. Their strange and twisted lives, and their deal. Heydebreck did not have to stay involved, and yet, he always knew what was going on. Now though, he needed to find a way to calm Isla.
“Zere ist no reason to be crying now, Isla.”
The little girl continued to sob and scream only the word “Mommy.”
Heydebreck tried again, “Nein, nein, nein, Isla. You are big girl, ja?”
Quickly, Isla attempted to regain her composure. She stifled all of her sniffles and tears and stared into the officer’s face, “Yes.”
“Vell, big girls, zey do not cry, so, you will have to be quitting now. Come. Ve vill learn to vipe ze floor vith ze ozzer officers in Poker.”
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 12:03 pm
Harmony gripping her side tightly took off down the hall way she had heard a gun fire. She was hoping she would be lucky enough to run into her leader again.
Looking back one more time she had a moment to wonder if her brother would live or if she had finally dispatched the miserable man.
Slowing her pace she passed by the room filled with doctors, she knew they were trying to help their fallen leader. Soon as she was farther away from the door she picked it back up into a run. She passed the man carrying a little girl.
Pushing herself harder she made it to the crowded room. She couldn't run any farther she was light headed. Picking a corner of the room where a book shelf sat she hide herself there to catch her breath.
Soon as she stepped out keep going she was surrounded. soldiers had followed her small droplets of blood to her hiding space. Harmony found herself over powered and re-cuffed and being dragged off once more.
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