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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:37 pm
With each wound that she made, the one before began to heal and close up right after. Some healed slower than others, being deeper or larger, and the pain was immense. Atticus wanted to fight back so much, but he could barely move. She flipped him over and began to cut off his pants.
It was times like these that Atticus was glad he wore his black boxers.
But he really wasn't thinking of that at the moment. He really wasn't thinking of anything at the moment except pain. That's all he could feel as she cut down his back and legs, talking with her dreaded voice very calmly as she did so. How could she just talk like it was a normal conversation as she cut someone up?!
Atticus could feel the effects wearing off as each moment passed. His body began to react to the wounds, and he could move his muscles and he began to try and fight as the so-called 'Doctor' finished up. The assistants were there to keep him in line though, and his fighting did almost nothing except cause them a bit of trouble that they had no problem handling considering their numbers and strength.
"So, up for, up for a run?" she asked. Atticus said nothing, though he could at that point, he didn't want to. He just stood back, not following her so she could continue her tests. He was-in no way-going to aid them in testing him. He didn't care if they punished him for it and hurt him by forcing him to go, he just wanted to defy them. So he didn't move.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:38 pm
Realizing that she wasn't getting a rise out of Xoey, Willow left the room, wanting to do a cleansing spell in the common room. Too much crap had gone on since she'd last done one.
And then, she was going to find Oz, fix him, find Amy... and fix her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:46 pm
One of the goons hit Atticus with the tranq gun in between his neck and shoulder, then kicked and forced him forward until they reached the room. The woman turned to face him, smiling.
"I think, I think this is self-explanatory." she adjusted her life coat, waiting for him to get on the treadmill. When it became evident he wasn't going to do so of his own volition she sighed and clucked her tongue, like a dissapoitned mother. She produced what looked like a gem from her labcoat pocket, and the goons instinctively grabbed Atticus' arms to stop him from rushing her.
"Are you sure you don't, you don't want to cooperate?" she flipped the gem into the air and made a point of barely catching it, then stuffed it back into her pocket. "If your own life doesn't mean much to you, don't forget that we still have your blonde friend." She tapped her clipboard with her pen, giving him a what's-it-going-to-be look.
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Back in his cell, Andrew was sitting in the corner humming I Will Survive to himself. Maybe he could summon a demon to get him out of there. But he didn't really have anything to help him. He'd need someone to bring him tools. He produced his mobile from his pocket and called the mansion.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:47 pm
"Oh no...I...didn't mean to sleep..." Lorne mentioned, standing up, his vision he saw from Atticus repeating in his mind. "And I meant to tell him...something very important...something concerning his life...HOLY HANNAH HOW COULD I FORGET TO TELL HIM?!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:59 pm
Atticus shouted out and cussed when the gun hit him, and he grabbed his neck to massage it as they pushed him along savagely. He didn't walk on his own, they actually had to pull him in there as he fought back.
He looked at the treadmill and then the doc as she clearly hinted for him to get on at his own will.
he said through gritted teeth. When she sighed and pulled something from her coat, Atticus' expression dropped with what he saw. He had been right. The DID have it. The gem that kept his body immortal and always healing...was in her hands now.
Atticus tried to rush her, but the assistants were way ahead of him and grabbed his arms, pulling him back and holding him tightly as he kicked and tried to punch them. When she toyed with the gem by throwing it in the air, Atticus' eyes went wide and he gasped as he watched her catch it again and put it in her pocket.
The mention of Andrew made Atticus stop fighting. Sure, he didn't know the little gay guy very well...and the thought of that kiss earlier made him shutter in disgust, but Andrew had helped him a few times already, and was close to what he could call a friend.
The 'henchmen' loosened their grip on Atticus and let go, seeing as how he was no longer fighting. Atticus stood there for a minute, debating to himself, and then, fighting against his own will, he walked up onto the treadmill, and let them conduct their little test.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:01 pm
Willow entered the common room just as Lorne began babbling.
She shrugged and ignored him and Angel, going directly behind the bar for some herbs and other supplies.
She put everything together in a small wicker basket, then headed to the fireplace, and looked at the other 2 in the room.
"Lorne sweetie, I'm gonna need you to move off the edge of the carpet. I gotta pull it up."
She bent down to grab the edge of the cream carpet, waiting for Lorne to move.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:08 pm
Phoenix looked at Dawn. Looked at Bozo. Smiled at Dawn. Smirked at Frufru.
Left the den.
As she passed Willow in the hall, who was going downstairs, she decided to help Buffy make some lunch. That buttery croissant wasn't doing anything, and she was bored. But upon entering the kitchen, she realized she was alone.
This sucked. Lately, it all sucked.
She'd left home, after that huge fight, and though she'd written to them, she knew the only one she would hear from would be her younger sister.
Her parents could care less... and her brother was s**t.
She'd overheard Buffy talking to Angel when they were in L.a about heading over to Europe.
Phoenix was all OVER that, if they'd let her.
She could not stay here anymore.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:27 pm
Buffy stood in the livingroom for a few moments. Wondering about Dawn. She wanted to tell her, today, that she was leaving.
But first she ought to tell Angel.
She began to leave the room to look for Angel, when she realized that she'd promised food to the new girl.
Chinese. She order chinese.
Buffy opened the hallway door, made the right into the kitchen and smiled at Phoenix as she went to make the neccessary call, ordering beef and broccoli, lo mein, shrimp with lobster sauce, tons of spring rolls, and copious amounts of rice.
After hanging up she turned to Phoenix.
"Would you mind paying the deliveryman when he gets here? I'm gonna go find Angel."
Buffy pulled some money out of her pocket and handed it to Phoenix, smiled again, and headed upstairs, calling for Angel.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:45 pm
Wesley finally got out of his car and headed up to the mansion.He was a bit surprised on how big it was but he should of know it had to be big to fit all the Slayers they could round up.He walked up to the front door and saw Fred hiding behind a tree."What are you doing back here,Fred?"He asked as he walked up to her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:50 pm
Dawn nodded at the brief kind of introduction and smiled politely, she wanted to know if everything was alright but she didn't want to bring it up incase it was not. Chinese sounded good though it played with her stomach somtimes so she decided that she would make some tomato soup and have some bread with it. "Anyone want any?" Dawn called out as she stood by the stove stirring the soup gently. For some reason she had been no help to anyone. She didn't know why but she wanted to do something to make up for her mistakes. She wanted Buffy to know that she can trust her when she goes overseas. After the soup was cooked through she spooned it into a bowl and left some on the stove incase anyone else wanted some. Dawn butterd some bread and sat at the kitchen table. She felt exhausted and drained which was odd for her as she could go for a couple of days without sleep and have the energy of a tiger. Maybe it was all the stuffing up she had done that is making her feel emotionally drained, she mused. Sweat was beginning to drip from her forehead, she raised her eyebrow in question to herself and thought it was odd. It wasn't warm in the kitchen and it wasn't as if she had been slaving over the stove or anything. She decided to get a drink of cold water and walked to the sink. Suddenly her knees buckled slightly and she felt woozy. "Oh god" Dawn said as she realized that she was going to faint. She collapsed to the ground and hit her head against the cupboard quite hard. Dawn was knocked out cold. ((what introduction are you talking about?)) Buffy looked askance at Dawn. She wOndered why she kept wAndering around. ("Dawn, this is ... uh....yeah-" Buffy turned to the girl. "I'm wondering what your name is. Since I can't introduce you to my sister without it." this one )
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:15 pm
Fred peeked out at Wesley, and laughed.
"Lordy, I don't know what I'm doin'. I kinda freaked out."
She smiled and shook her head.
"I'm just bein' a goose.. go on and knock."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:26 pm
"There's nothing to be afride of Fred.Now come on"Wesley said before he headed to the door and knocked loudly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:29 pm
After checking upstairs, and folding the clothes Angel had left strewn about, Buffy descended the flights of stairs and ended up in the common room.
Willow was pulling up the rug to reveal her sacred little area, Lorne was standing there looking all panicky.. and there was her Angel.
She grinned. They'd just gotten things together, finally, and it just seemed like there hadn't been time to just talk together.
There'd been time for... other stuff... but they'd yet to talk.
Time enough in Europe, she thought as she approached him and laid a nice one on his lips.
"Hey, you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:33 pm
Fred stood near Wesley, not so close that she could touch him, but near enough to spell the very faint whiff of some spicy male cologne. Nice, she realized. He smelled.... nice.
"Someone was comin' before... maybe we should just go on in? I mean, you were invited, werentcha?"
She adjusted her bag, long brown hair blowing with the sudden gust of wind, tickling her face. Lifting one slender hand to brush her chestnut locks out of her hair, she eyed Wesley. He was so different around her lately. A bit colder. She didn't like it at all.. especially now that she was getting over Gunn completely - and feeling things for Wesley she hadn't felt in a long time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:45 pm
Wes turned to Fred as he waited for someone to answer the door."Don't you think it'll be a bit rude if we jus--"He stoped speaking as someone finally open the door.
(sorry,but this is the last post for today. i'm off for the night)
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