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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:43 pm
*Squints*
...Grayson. Yes, that...that helps. It's like...being under water...you know? Everything is...confused. I...I recently had a trauma.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:44 pm
Yeah, Grayson...
*Starts his way toward the enormous 'T'.*
But don't worry, it'll all be back to normal Wally...
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:45 pm
Yeah, as soon as...this get's taken care of...
*Wally lifts up his shirt, showing a hole in his chest over his heart...an odd electrical glow eminating from it*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:47 pm
Hmm, didn't see that...might be something we need to take care of. But look at it this way, it'll be a cool scar for the ladies!
*Tossing him a wink and elbow nudge, d**k was looking for a brightside to that problem.*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:49 pm
Yeah, the ladies....hey, slow down...I can't walk that fast....
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:51 pm
*Almost falling over from the line, d**k really needed to get his friend back in shape.*
Yeah, darn that walking pace...
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 9:06 pm
sweatdrop
Wally, still with the slightly glazed look in his eyes, follows after Grayson, tucking in his shirt.
You try running with...a gaping hole...in your chest.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 9:09 pm
I would, but I kinda don't have that high...super speed...metabolism to keep me alive. Ever think of getting a cybornetic replacement...chest thing?
*Dropping an arm around his shoulder, it was good to have...a version of Wally around. d**k really needed to get together with all the old Titans, maybe make a day of it?*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 9:11 pm
*Jason swoops down towards the tower with pumpkin bomb in hand. He launches the bomb at the tower and starts blasting at it with his sparkle blasting fingers*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:02 am
* Cassandra notices someone outside the tower firing things at it she flies outside.*
" You're not welcome here."
* She grabs him and throws him far away. Then she heads back into the tower and decides to raid the fridge for some cookie dough ice cream*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:54 am
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:24 am
*Spins around, looking panicked*
Oh! Um. Yes....I need...I'm here for...don't...
...I'm here to get some of my...wife's...things.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:30 am
He's a little shaken up Vic, gotta take things slow...
*Leading Wally inside, Linda had stayed in his old room, the posters of Keystone sports teams adorning the wall and whatnot, she had taken it upon herself to tidy things up during her stay. Though, mounds of tissue could be found in places from long nights...*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:40 am
*Vic's cybernetic eye whirs briefly, scanning Wally*
What the--? Yeah, come on in Wally. Your wife's things are inside. I can't tell you how glad I am to see you, man. We all thought we'd lost you.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:48 am
Yeah, I had...out-of-body....experience...
*Picking up a cardboard box, Wally slowly starts packing in his wife's clothes*
Remind me not....to ever do it again.
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