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| Topic Started: Jun 16 2008, 03:49 PM (1,665 Views) | |
| ShadictheHedgehog | Aug 5 2008, 01:55 PM Post #181 |
Get Down with the Sickness
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Devlin shrugged. "No idea where the crates keep coming from..." He glanced at the spot where the last crate had come from, and to his surprise another crate was sitting there. He just shook his head, muttered something about a psychiatrist, then threw the crate. |
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| Tsurugi | Sep 3 2008, 05:38 PM Post #182 |
You spin me right round, baby right round...
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"Get back, I have a shoe!" Zippo said as he waved said shoe in the assassin's face. It was promptly knocked out of his hand, landing on the floor just out of his reach. "Crap." was all Zippo had time to say before the butt of the assassin's gun collided with the side of his head. Zippo's vision faded in and out as he fell to the floor. "...I like pinecones..." he mutterd, dazed and confused. |
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| Dragon | Sep 8 2008, 04:39 PM Post #183 |
RosesAreRed VioletsAreBlue IfI'mSchizophrenic ThenIAmToo
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J stared blankly at Sam for a few seconds, thoughts wirring through his head. "Bring them out, you say?" J spoke calmly, turning his head towards the building next to him, "Inside there, we have numerous people, fighting, shooting, whatever. How would it even be possible for you to convince them to come outside under the current circumstances? And for that matter, why? Inside or out, I'm fine with killing them wherever. Although I applaud your efforts," his face suddenly snapped up to one of the many figures standing around him, his voice still calm and cold, "Edward, I've changed my mind. The otter lives for now, although keep that gun on him. Make sure he watches what happens in the house. We're gonna show him how you're supposed to kill people." Vincent lay on the ground, his shoulder screaming agony at him as he stared above him. That was a gun. That was a gun pointed right in his face. And he couldn't do anything about it. His vision was blurred, probably thanks to the blood lost at his shoulder. Lordi... why did I have to meet these people? |
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| SliceOfDog | Sep 11 2008, 03:09 PM Post #184 |
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Sam clutched his head with one hand as his headache got worse. He tried desperately to think of a plan, which he found difficult at the best of times. It didn't help that he was being streamed constant information about the weaponry the assassins were holding, especially as most of it simply affirmed that were he to try and run he would get shot down with shocking speed and accuracy. Clearly they weren't going to pause before shooting, as they had been doing until now. "Wait!" he shouted, and cringed and the sound rang through his skull. When he carried on he lowered his voice, only hoping this new leader of theirs was close enough to hear him over the combat "Don't you think it's strange that they've been beating you so far? You're hardly lightly armed. I mean," he nodded towards his captor, and immediately regretted it as he he saw flashes companied by sharp pain, but he carried on "that's a Stoner Mk.23, am I right? You should be able to take on a few kids. But these aren't working on their own. Why else would they barricade themselves? They're not escaping. They're waiting for reinforcements. You need to get out of here, and the only way to do that in time is to let me get them out for you" He waited to see how his 'plan' was recieved, and severely hoped the man hadn't been watching the straight-to-TV movie he'd got the idea from last night. |
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| Dragon | Oct 3 2008, 04:14 PM Post #185 |
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RosesAreRed VioletsAreBlue IfI'mSchizophrenic ThenIAmToo
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J stared blankly at the otter, his thoughts racing. Reinforcements...? We hadn't thought of that before, and I- "J," Edwards voice cut through, "This entire mission has been shambles. However, we've been trained to kill these people. And if they already have called in reinforcements, that means that more of..." he let his eyes gaze coldly at the building "...'those types' will be here any minute. If we can get rid of these now, then we can kill the rest when they come to help. This is our duty to our country. If we can get so many, right now, then we truley will be heroes..." J simply stared at the ground. A cool wind blew his fur, illuminated in what was now moonlight. The edge of his mouth turned up slightly. "Well if we want them dead, we want it done fast, yes?" J stared down at Sam, "Thanks for the tip," his gaze wandered back up to the fight barely metres away from him, "No more time for distractions... let's go..." They moved in. |
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