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 Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 2:38 pm
Alright.
:::She follows his directions and finds herself in the kithen. There they were. The bags sat happily on the counter. She riffled through them and found her things. Cora was about to bring back just the belt but thought better of it. She put it back in it's bag and brought the whole bag back to Luke's room with her:::
Here we are... :::She closes the door behind her and sets the bag down on the nearest, surface, which was just a big ol' pile of books and papers. In another minute she's pulled out her belt and grabs up the administrator and two vials. One with the adrenaline cocktail and the other with pain killer. She would have used her cuff for the pain killer but didn't feel like putting it back on to get it to function... and she could have used her own mechanical arm... but Luke didn't know about that:::
:::She came to him with the administrator gun ready:::
Your arm. :::She said this all too gingerly for a girl holding a gun full of drugs:::
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 2:59 pm
*While Cora's getting her medical kit, Luke grabbed a t-shirt and picked up his over-sized lacrosse tank-top. He didn't even check for the smell. He knows it reeks, because he hasn't cleaned it in four or five days.*
*He throws his gear on the bed. Soon, it's all there.*
*When Cora comes back in, Luke walks over to her. Without hesitation, he presents his arm... And he realizes that he would NEVER have done that a year ago.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:01 pm
:::She presses it to his arm and it gives the familiar kick:::
Alright. In about another 78 seconds you're going to feel fantasic...
:::The empty vial dislodges and Cora picks out the other one she had in hand, and loads it:::
I'm going to work on that too...
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:09 pm
*Luke jolts a little.* 78 seconds. Can I quote you on that?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:10 pm
Sure... why?
:::She finishes loading the vial and procedes to inject herself:::
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:13 pm
Nothing, just being a smartass. *He reaches out and ruffles her hair a little.* Thanks for the boost.
*Luke grabs his clothes and goes to head to the bathroom.* So.... when does this stuff you gave me get marketted for mass production? 10 years from now... 20 years from now?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:16 pm
It starts emerging on the black market in the next 100 years in its developmental stages, at least the real stuff... criminals begin extracting the adrenaline from animal subjects and pose it as the human variety...
:::Cleaning everything up and putting it back in her belt:::
I wouldn't suggest it. It's illegal. And your body will make the chemicle itself if you perform in the right circumstances...
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:20 pm
*blinks* So...what is it? Liquid adrenaline? Some kind of substitute?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:22 pm
:::She nods:::
It's laboratory generated, the unpleasant effects like the drop and the jitters have been removed.
:::As Cora feels the 'headache medicine' kick in she says to Luke:::
Feeling better yet?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:23 pm
*Luke takes a breath and also feels the medicine kick in. He nods. He feels ready to get up and go run a couple miles ... which is good, because he'll probably have to.*
Yeah. Damn! *smiles at Cora, feeling energized* That's wild.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:24 pm
:::She smiles and yawns:::
Good... good. Go run a few laps. I'm going back to sleep...
:::She looks down at the bed which is now covered in the dirtiest peices of equipement she's ever seen:::
...somewhere else.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:30 pm
We have a couch in the living room. Max's bed'll be open... *Luke grabs his clothes and starts for the door. Then he turns around.* I'll be back around like... One. One thirty.
*thinks and says* Stick with Aimee. She'll show you around and stuff. Make sure you're not bored.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:33 pm
:::She yawns again, following him out:::
Hard to be bored when you're fast asleep. You have fun too... with your sport thing. Where's the bed?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:39 pm
*Luke motions for Cora to follow him. He walks into Max's room. He sees a blob wrapped up beneath the covers.*
*Luke pulls the covers back.* Wake up, defense. You can't guard the frontline when you're...
*And he sees Chuck.*
*Chuck looks up at him with the most annoyed, aggravated face.* "What the..... Luke, what the ******** are you doing?"
*Luke's eyebrows go way up and come back down. He checks the room. Yeah, this was....* "Why are you in Max's bed?"
*Chuck rolls over.* "I dunno. Just...just let me sleep."
*Luke looks, both amused and very confused back to Cora.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:41 pm
:::She scratches her head:::
Ooooh... because Aimee, Max and I ended up in Chuck's bed after you fell asleep. I guess he didn't think there was room...
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