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 Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:43 pm
He simply remains silent. Lost in his painful memories.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:06 pm
Kayla continued to check his injuries, noticing that his mood had drastically decreased to one of pensive silence. She decided it was time to cheer him up.
"Well, you're actually healing quite quickly. More of your smaller cuts are already closing up." She re-wrapped some of his bandages and grinned. "And I think you promised me coffee. Now chop-chop. I take my coffee very seriously!" She emphasized this point with a laugh and a light poke to his uninjured ribs.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:08 pm
He remains silent, but begins making the coffee.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:19 pm
Sam sat up, yawning slightly. Blinking sleepy eyes slowly, she looked around at the other two. Her mind kicked into over drive as she saw the awkwardness between the other two.
'Okaaaay then. What the hell happened. Last thing I remember was talking to Kayla about our pasts and then.. Oh.'
"Yo Reaper. You okay, Man? Want to talk about it?"
If either of them looked at her, Sam was wearing her 'cut the crap and tell me' face. No nonsense was going to be had.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:22 pm
(Holy crap! Somebody finally posted again. I thought this RP had gone dead for a while there.))
He looks over at Sam.
"I'm fine."
He says as he finishes making the coffee.
He makes three cups.
He hands one to Kayla and Sam.
Then starts drinking on his own.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:18 am
Character Name: Dominick Austin
Gender and Sexuality: Male, Straight
Birth Date, Current Age and Hometown: May 25th, 22, Warren MI
Appearance: Usually wearing jeans and a regular t-shirt, Dominick does not portray his military background much, with the exception of his hair. His blond hair is high and tight, and combined with his height makes for an imposing visage. 2 45 caliber pistols on his waist, a K-BAR on his belt, a shotgun on the back and a Marine M40 A1 Sniper rifle is always at hand.
Attitude: Easy going and fun, until the fighting starts, then he is completely focused at the task at hand.
Strengths: Military training and a EOD in Iraq, ability to ignore pain for a time, weapons training, SPEC OPS experience.
Weaknesses: Cup cakes, Worrying about old friends.
Occupation: Weapons Expert (if it is still available.)
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:31 am
Wanders into town with a nonchalant gait, stares around and wonders "I wonder if anyone here is alive, I am getting sick of Acid's"
HELLO
The Screech that follows his words do not calm his nerves any. He pulls the 45's out of their holsters and cocks them, making sure the mags are full. and pulls a second mag for each out of his bag. He sighs and starts walking for the town square.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 12:24 pm
(uhhh dominick were in the city are you if you are near me i can talk to you...... if you want to talk to others go to the asylum others will be on there way there anyway........ i am at the asylum.)
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 11:12 am
Sam snorted slightly as Reaper handed her a cup. She knew that what he was saying was false.
"I call bullshit with that hunn. I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes. You may be Black Ops. but I'm a woman who grew up being a parent to my little brother. You can't lie to me. I know. I always know."
Smirking slightly, she took a sip of the dark liquid in the cup. Her face instantly contorted in a mask of diguust as she spewed the liquid out of her mouth.
"Ewww. Coffee. Sorry, I don't like coffee that much."
((I know! I honestly thought it was dead, then I realized that Sam hadn't woken up. I was like, 'Oh. Oops.'))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 11:14 am
undeadpriest15 (uhhh dominick were in the city are you if you are near me i can talk to you...... if you want to talk to others go to the asylum others will be on there way there anyway........ i am at the asylum.)
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 1:09 pm
Reaper laughed as Sam spit out the coffee.
"Sorry, didn't know tha you didn't like coffee."
"I have other drinks if you want one?"
He asks her.
"But yeah, I just remembred how I had lost my friends and teammates back when this whole thing started."
He tells her this with a bit of colder voice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:29 pm
Dominick walked to the building near what looked to be a Asylum. He had seen movement in the windows through his scope that looked too controlled to be infected. He approached the building slowly, trying not to attract attention to himself, but he knew that if these people had survived this long they knew he was approaching. He made it to the door and without any other idea of what to do, knocked on the door.
Please be alive in there and don't shoot me. he whispered to himself.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 3:58 am
Syko Steren Dominick walked to the building near what looked to be a Asylum. He had seen movement in the windows through his scope that looked too controlled to be infected. He approached the building slowly, trying not to attract attention to himself, but he knew that if these people had survived this long they knew he was approaching. He made it to the door and without any other idea of what to do, knocked on the door. Please be alive in there and don't shoot me. he whispered to himself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:25 am
(gotta say i am confused to.)
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:09 pm
((It has to be the Asylum because if you read quite a few posts back I said how we stopped at a building that is a few miles away from the Asylum. So we are nowhere near the Asylum. This means that is has to be the asylum. Just saying.))
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