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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:11 am
 Tamara Alexis Moore
Harder,
Better,
Faster,
Stronger. 000The irritating electronic beeping of an alarm clock woke Tamara with a jump. Her hand automatically hit the top of the alarm with a fist, then wished that she hadn't. The previous night, she had returned to her home from a week of tests down at The Outpost, the monthly tests that she was contractually obliged to go to.
000Her muscles ached, which was something that she only felt after the monthly week long tests. They were starting to push her more than usual now. She had only been given instruction on what to do, not the reasoning behind it, but she guessed that they wanted to know how far they could push her before she started dying.
000Reluctantly, she sat up, feeling extra unnatural strain on her stomach muscles. She couldn't recall any exercises that would have caused it. With a sigh, she concluded that her healing power works in strange ways. The conclusion wasn't really a new one. She had been telling herself that it was strange for all her life. The blonde rubbed her eyes with sore hands and entered the bathroom joined onto her bedroom.
000Upon looking at herself in the mirror, the woman saw the faint purple circles on her body. Fading bruises. They must have been pushing her hard. She tore away from her sad reflection in the mirror and started to undress for the shower. The heavy massaging of a hot shower would surely make her feel better.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:23 am
Tamara Alexis Moore
Harder,
Better,
Faster,
Stronger. 000Working at speed, it didn't take Tamara long to shower and get dressed in normal civilian clothes. She wasn't very good at being discreet with this, as her civilian clothes consisted of a strappy top that bore her signature yellow-with-a-black-stripe design and a pair of dull bluey-grey jeans. When she had appeared for her second bout of tests in these clothes, the scientists had been completely baffled at how she hadn't been a target for a hit.
000The blonde woman was about to step out of the door, when she heard the police scanner that she never turned off crackle into life. Apparently something had gone down at the CCU Museum. With a slight sigh -Tamara had decided that she would have enough time to go out and buy groceries before something that would need her attention happened-, the blonde stripped down to her underwear and pulled on her Velocity costume. A pair of black short shorts -short shorts, she wasn't sure why-, a turtleneck sleeveless top that felt a little too plasticy for her liking -she'd have to get a new costume. Plastic wasn't her favourite of things to wear-, a pair of long black fetish gloves that were made out of the same material as her top and a pair of boots.
000Again, this didn't take her long to accomplish while she was working at speed. It was almost a miracle that she didn't tear her clothes while she was changing. She was about to leave the house when she remembered an important part of her costume-- heavy eyeliner around her eyes as a sort-of mask.
And with that, she left the house at speed and rushed over to Oaken Vista.((Continued in the OAKEN VISTA subforum))
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