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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:21 am
Integra entered the building she had heard others refer to in the bar as the haven. It was most definitely what she had been looking for. However, now the problem was her own newness. She had never been in New York City before, much less a hunter's haven; before, working alone and being on her own was her motto, but...
Integra gave a small shake of her head and took a seat in an empty room. Soon enough, she supposed, someone would wander in who was a bit more knowledgeable than she was about this place.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 2:41 pm
The terrified Morgan was running down Haven's halls like a mad animal set loose after being starved for a week. In truth, Morgan herself was starved, but the thought of food was not even close to what she was thinking about.
She had just come back from a walk in the park and went into the infirmary, there there was a woman who appeared as a cat, and a kitten. Morgan was terrified of felions, her reason for being afraid of them she only knew. She ran blindly until she knew she was a safe distance from the felions.
Morgan was gasping for breath, and plunged herself against a wall. Still breathing heavily, she peered down the hall in case she was being pursued. To her relief, no one followed. She then slid herself down the wall, and when she reached the floor, she sat. She just sat there leaning against the wall gasping for air. She had never expected such a fright.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 6:01 pm
Morgan sat there against the wall for a long time. She had regained her breath, and calmed herself down. She knew that being afraid of such a small creature probably seemed ridiculous to other people, but she was an outcast after all...
She put her hands on her kneecaps, and looked up at the ceiling. Then she lowered her head down to her chest, her head was hung low. She didn't know what she should do, if she should stay, or if she was better off somewhere else...
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 6:18 pm
She grew tired of merely sitting in one place, though she was very very weak. Morgan decided to go look around this huge facility, there were many fascinating objects and people that were here. She saw many things that she didn't recognize, and she knew that the demon's culture was very very different from the human's culture.
[Exit to Chapel]
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 7:57 pm
Snow swayed through the corridors, carrying the unconscious and mortally wounded Kai. The dizziness of the tranquilizer still influenced him.
"Hold on...K..ai..."
Suddenly, he stumbled and felt on his knees and bit on his lips, but fortunately he didn't drop Kai. His lips hurted and he could taste blood.
"c...can't...give up...now...Kai's c...counting on...me..." He got up again and continued his way to the infirmary. Kai was still bleeding from the wound on her back and Snow's sleeves were already soaked with her blood. Snow's path was signed with blood.
[leaving towards infirmary]
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:29 am
Morgan decided to take the doctor's advice and try to get something to eat. Problem was that she didn't know where to get food. She searched down the halls of haven, looking into every room hoping to find a place to eat.
She had been searching for well over an hour, and still hadn't found a place to eat... She sighed and thought: It would be much better here if they had signs... Though I can't read, I could look at the pictures on the sign... This place is just so big, and I feel lost here constantly... She continued her search for a restaurant or place to eat.
[Exit to Will's Office]
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:51 pm
Integra crossed her eyes and stood up. She had waited long enough. She hated waiting. She would explore until she found someone instead. Of course, it would be rather boring exploration considering no creature of the night would attack her or be lurking behind closed doors. She may have a death wish, but at least it was a thrilling one.
{{exit}}
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 5:01 pm
The pale, anorexic-looking, ominous woman continued her search for a place to eat. She kept wandering down the halls of haven, and peering into every room that she passed. So far, she hadn't even found a room with food in it. Morgan was starting to give up hope of ever finding a place to get something to eat.
She thought about possibly going into the city and looking for a restaurant there. Her main problem was, she couldn't read, so she wouldn't know if it was a restaurant or not, or if it was opened... She decided that she would most likely be able to smell whether or not a place was a restaurant, but she wanted to find the cafe/cafeteria in Haven first.
Continuing her search once again, Morgan passed by a few more rooms. Still with no luck, and no sign of a cafe in sight...
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 5:24 pm
Amber was just walking down the hallways of haven, trying to remember where everything was. Everything slowly came back to her, and eventually she remembered where everything was. Amber wasn't heading for anywhere in particular when she saw a new Huntress.
Amber saw that she was very anorexic-looking, and thought that she was pretty scary. But none the less Amber smiled brightly at the new Huntress and walked over to her. Still smiling, she said, "Hiya there! You're new right?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:31 pm
Morgan wasn't particularily paying attention, especially since she was lost in her own thoughts. But the instant the other Huntress started talking to her, she snapped back to reality. Morgan was surprised that the Huntress could even bring herself to be so friendly to such a frightening person. Morgan glimpsed her mind, and gathered that the Huntress actually was slightly afraid of her.
Morgan simply stared at the Huntress for a few seconds, and then replied in her strong French accent, "Yes, I am a new Hunter. Aren't you alittle young for a hunter? I don't mean any offence, but most are at least an adult when they start hunting..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:50 pm
Amber was used to being stared at, but this woman's eyes were especially piercing. The woman's eyes seemed cold and yet full of emotion. Amber smiled again and chirped, "Well if you're new, then welcome! I'm Amber, I've been here for awhile now! I'm sure you're going to love it here!" Amber paused, thinking about her answer to the woman's next question and answered, "I guess I am alittle young for a Hunter, but everyone has their own reasons for hunting...."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 8:58 pm
Morgan enjoyed having someone who would talk to her, but this girl was alittle childish for her taste. But Morgan wasn't that judging, though her personality was often unpredictable. Morgan looked at Amber and said in her French accent, "Thank you for the welcome Amber. My name is Morgana, but most simply refer to me as Morgan."
Morgan then waited for awhile to speak again in case the other Huntress was going to say something, and when she didn't Morgan decided to ask her a question. Morgan then asked in her French accent, "Would you be able to explain to me what a Mess Hall is? Also, do you know where this facilitie's cafeteria is located?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:20 pm
Amber noticed the anorexic-like woman's French accent and said cheerfully, "Hiya Morgan!" Remembering she was going to ask where Morgan came from, she asked, "Are you from a French background? And did you come all the way to New York from France?"
At first, Amber was going to ask her if she had never heard of a Mess Hall before. But seeing as though she most likely was French, and probably came from France, why would she know? Amber smiled happily and answered, "A Mess Hall is like a huge room to eat in. It usually has about four very long tables in a row, and can probably seat over one hundred people. And it also has a kitchen. So if you're looking for a cafeteria, our Mess Hall is our cafeteria."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:28 pm
Morgan was happy to finally talk about something that she knew quite alot about: French. She was glad that her accent had been noticed, it made her feel unique in a good way. Morgan then replied in her French accent, "Oui, I am from France, I'm from Paris actually. Uh, if I may ask, what do you mean by background? I'm terribly sorry, but my English is not the greatest, and I am not very familiar with the human ways, or the main human language."
Morgan nodded to the explanation, "So that most likely explains why the Doctor wanted me to go to the Mess Hall, to get some food. Thank you for the explanation, but may I ask if you could take me to this 'Mess Hall' please?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:16 am
Amber smiled to her and said, "It's perfectly fine, I don't expect you to know everything about my language. Especially since I know maybe three words from yours. Background means like what culture are you? I am from the American cullture, and if you're from France, you're most likely from the French culture."
"Oh, so the Doctor wanted you to have something to eat did he or she? Well, of course I can take you to the Mess Hall, just follow me." With that Amber was leading Morgan off towards the Mess Hall.
[Exit to Mess Hall]
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