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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 4:04 pm
Artemis Lynn Artemis slowly approached, readying a spell in her hand. "And you are?" ...it's me...J, but...i didn't know that...this...was possible! centuries of knowledge and power ingrained into my brain! it's...amazing!
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 9:01 pm
Somehow, amazingly, Erik managed to get to the hospital. He stumbled up to the desk...leaving a trail of blood behind him. He rang a bell on the desk. "I could use....some help..." he said weakly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:11 pm
J_e_z Somehow, amazingly, Erik managed to get to the hospital. He stumbled up to the desk...leaving a trail of blood behind him. He rang a bell on the desk. "I could use....some help..." he said weakly. "Have to see your ID card before you can recieve treatment," one of the nurses said, with a soft cough.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:28 am
Erik reached into his pocket and handed her his ID card. He coughed a few times, tasting blood. Fortunatly, it wasn't internal bleeding, his lip was cut. "Now can you help me?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 9:36 pm
J_e_z Erik reached into his pocket and handed her his ID card. He coughed a few times, tasting blood. Fortunatly, it wasn't internal bleeding, his lip was cut. "Now can you help me?" he asked. The nurse ran the card into the computer and nodded, "yes sir. " She pushed a call button, "we've got a bleeder here, heavily beaten, please send the emergency team." She glanced at Erik, "you can have a seat, if you like."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 5:20 am
(( O.o that is ******** up))
Deven walks in to the hospital still going over the newspaper he baught he stops only when he reaches the desk. puts the paper down and looks at the lady at the desk. "Hello miss could you tell me where the pharmacy is?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:59 am
Erik took his card and walked over to the seats. He fell into one and leaned his head against the back.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:05 pm
Breanne approached the front desk, "Excuse me," she asked in uncharactoristic niceness, "My son broke his arm after being shoved in a closet, and needs medical help." Shin, who was standing next to his mother, and holding on to her legs, grunted when he heard 'medical help' he honestly didn't feel anything.
"I don't have a owie, mommy."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:10 pm
Erik heard a famliar voice and looked up to see Beanie. He smiled to himself, and then looked at her son, and his smile vanished. No...he cant possibly be...It....it could... he thought to himself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:15 pm
After a while of listening to Shin complain, Beanie told him to go sit down, "But I don't want to sit down!"
"Now."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine," Shin finally gave in to his mother, and decided to sit down next to Erik, "Hey Mr. Why are you all Beated up? Did you try to kill someone?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:42 pm
Erik looked at the kid. "Long Story...in the end...two supers jumped me at my apartment..." He said, watching the kid. He looked familiar somehow...
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:10 pm
"So basically, they just beat you up?" He hung his head, looking somewhat dissapointed, "That's kinda lame, don't you think? I mean, what did you do about it, sit and watch?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:26 pm
"Sorry Kid" Erik said "But I didnt feel like dying. If I had put up a fight, I wouldnt be alive."
I wouldnt be here, but they'd sure as hell be in a world of pain... He thought to himself. "So, why did your mom bring you here? Dad at work or something?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:34 pm
"My mother thinks I have a broken arm. . . which is, of course, rediculous." He winced as he streatched his arm out, as if trying to prove he wasn't in pain, "As for my dad. . . I've never met'im, Mommy says he just kinda vanished and then she had to bring us here to this dump. . . She probably thinks she'll find him here."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:36 pm
"Vanished..." he repeated to himself. "Does she ever talk about him?"
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