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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:12 am
You and a group of people arrive at kijuju, where at first the area seems pleasant and enjoyable, but you are grossly mistaken. within the hour there is another group of tourists are being executed, and you are forced to hide when a group of what use to be men start searching for the other group, which so happens to be you. you are currently hiding in poorly built house full of empty cupboards and draws and a radio that is making a white noise...
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:03 am
Martha held Kathy tightly with her switchblade in hand. There was no way in hell she was going let those monsters touch her daughter. If they wanted to get Kathy they would have to kill her. Martha hushed her daughter, "Shhh, it's okay sweety I have you just stay quiet..."
Kathy held her mother's shirt scared and unsure of what was going on.
Seeing the empty cupboards Martha quickly put Kathy inside, "Stay inside sweety. Don't say a word or a sound no matter what you hear okay?" as she put a finger to her lips.
Kathy nods and does the same with her finger.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 1:07 pm
After Staring at the crowd, Tim sits down and starts rummaging in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled cigarette box and a lighter, as he lights a cigarette he listens to the banging on the window and starts to panic.
''WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO?!!''
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 1:33 pm
Martha looks around, "Find weapons and start defending ourselves! This is just like Saturday nights..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 1:42 pm
Tims palms start to sweat and his face sinks into a white colour.
''No.. No.. we should hide! like your daughter! have you seen them!?''
He gets up and peers out the window, only allowing his eyes to go higher than the window sill too see 15 - 20 men banging on the doors and windows.
''THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF THEM!''
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:00 pm
"Hide where?! Only my daughter can fit in there and I won't leave her to these monsters! I'm fighting back!" Martha looked around for a longer weapon.
"Mama?"
"Shush honey."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:18 pm
hearing the sound of a window smashing Tim jumps to his feet and inhales a half smoked cigarette, lodging it in his throat and starts choking. He stumbles to the window and looks out the hole in the window only to be grabbed by one of them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:24 pm
Martha runs to Tim and stabs her switch blade into the man's back and goes to grab Tim. "Come on! Fight!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:57 pm
Tim Dosn't reply... he goes to the corner furthest from any form of entrance and sits down and starts playing with his lighter.
''we need a plan''
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:07 pm
Martha goes back to where she put her daughter
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:19 pm
Tim walks over to the radio and messes with it to see if he can get any channels.
''well? your acting like the leader. what is your plan of action!?''
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 4:50 pm
She had started pacing back and fourth. Perhaps not looking completley distressed but she was getting there. Despite what many of her co-workers have come to believe, Willow wasn't a rock and did get upset. Like now.
She couldn't put the pieces together and that was one thing that bothered her the most. When she's able to put things into catagories and understand them, she can move from there. But now, she was baffled. And scared but she wasn't going to admit it.
She had no idea what her immediate course of action should be for the best outcome. Silently, Willow decided pacing in the corner wasn't doing much good and she should try and find something to defend herself with. Preferably at long range.
That chair leg was calling out to her. Maybe she could break it off and sharpen the tip. Without a much better idea she went to work doing just that, still not saying a word.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 5:13 pm
Dante stared at everyone from his spot on the left side of the room, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He looked relatively calm, not a bead of perspiration on him, but he was really nervous. He looked out of the window next to him, before looking at the one that Tim had nearly gotten pulled through. He flicked the last cigarrette he had on the ground, before crushing it with his boot.
"If there's a dresser or other large obstruction, we need to barricade the windows with it." He said seriously, his survival instincts he obtained from serving in the military kicking in. "Then, a means of defense would be a good idea." Dante said, looking around for something to cover the window with.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:03 pm
Martha looked around, "There's nothing here to barricade with." She pulled out her cellphone, "Me and Kathy were safer in New York! At least I knew how to handle the gangs. What of all the place they send us to it has to be here! Crappy phone! I can't get a signal!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:40 am
"Oh, come on. There's got to be something to barricade it with..." Willow muttered, coldly. There were chairs and stuff so a large object wasn't that far fetched, was it? It wasn't like anyone had been perfectly calm enough to consider every possible solution.
She almost commented at the gangs remark, mostly because Willow hated listening to people's problems, but held back and broke the leg off of her chair.
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