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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 17:57:22 GMT -5
*The front door to the place detonates in a shower of splinters. The debris crunches underfoot as War's beat up snake skin boots, the toes capped in rusted iron, fade into view. From the ground up he materializes but each step inward changes him somehow. Height increasing and skin bulging War rips the glasses from his face. Behind them liquid flame escapes his eye sockets as he scans the room. Without opening his mouth a booming voice echos.*
WHERE IS IT?
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Post by Brandi on Jun 19, 2007 18:00:31 GMT -5
*Brandi came running to see what the ruckus was. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared.*
Oh crap.
*She quickly fell to her knees humbly, her voice so meek, she worried he wouldn't hear it.*
"I...sir...can I help you?"
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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 18:21:20 GMT -5
*Lightning fast War has Brandi pinned against the wall, his hand gripping her throat. The flames from his eyes lick dangerously close to her face almost as if the fire was alive. War's hand tightens to the point of cutting off all oxygen. His face shaking with rage, he leans in and inhales deeply. He opens his mouth to speak because caps lock is not cruise control for cool and the smell of smoke, gun powder and burnt flesh washes over the young woman in his grasp.*
"You... you do not belong. And I can smell it on you..."
*His grip releases just enough for her to talk.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 19, 2007 18:29:25 GMT -5
*Brandi stared at him wide eyed and helpless as he strangled her. She grabbed at his strong hand, fighting for air without success. The smell of him made her want to wretch. When he loosened it for her to speak, she gasped desperately, lips swollen and face reddened. She didn't have the strength to be coy.*
"No...no, sir...I'm...I'm from...outside...."
*She felt a bit faint and her eyes rolled.*
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Post by Lucy on Jun 19, 2007 18:34:34 GMT -5
*Lucy skipped in, her patent leather shoes over frilly white socks crunching on the broken glass.*
"You're gonna have to clean all this up, you know!" *she said in a sing-song-y voice.*
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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 18:38:03 GMT -5
*The bones in his left hand snap and crack as he forms a fist which he quickly slams through the wall less than an inch from her head.*
"No passing out. Trust me it'll be much worse if...."
*A shudder passes up his spine at the young voice* No... it can't be...
*War turns slowly his visage reforming into something fairly normal.*
"You're early."
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Post by Lucy on Jun 19, 2007 18:42:09 GMT -5
*Lucy shrugged.*
"Looks like YOU'RE the one starting early. Or is this round of Wreck & Destroy just a warm-up?"
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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 18:45:10 GMT -5
*With grinding teeth* "Bikes gone."
Never going to hear the end of this...
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Post by Brandi on Jun 19, 2007 18:45:24 GMT -5
*Brandi just held very still, trying to be as invisible as possible. And stay conscious. That was apparently a good idea.*
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Post by Lucy on Jun 19, 2007 18:47:16 GMT -5
"You want to borrow mine?" *she held out the key to the lock on the chain secured to the bicycle rack outside on the sidewalk, where the sparkly pink two-wheeler sat, complete with training wheels and handlebar streamers. And a banana seat.*
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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 18:48:13 GMT -5
*Turning back to Brandi but with much less theatrics*
"Where is it?"
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Post by Brandi on Jun 19, 2007 18:51:17 GMT -5
*Brandi's lip quivered as she fought for the air to answer.*
"I...It was given to someone...I don't...have it...right now..."
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Post by Lucy on Jun 19, 2007 18:51:38 GMT -5
*rolls eyes*
"He means 'where is it, PLEASE!'"
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Post by War on Jun 19, 2007 18:55:08 GMT -5
*To Brandi*
"And the reason I should reduce you, whoever's death warrant you just signed and this entire building to ash is?"
*To Lucy*
"Don't think I'll fit." And I got in enough trouble for breaking Famine's when I tried to ride it in full armor....
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Post by Brandi on Jun 19, 2007 18:55:23 GMT -5
*Brandi shivered in his grasp at the girl's voice. She shut her eyes and focused very very hard.*
"No...please...In the shed...there's a new...ow...a new one. Key's are in it. If it...it's not right...I'll do better..."
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