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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 26, 2011 14:32:43 GMT -5
((wait, is it Morand being strangled or Orwell? So lost.))
*...and then Red tackles Max. Of course she does. I told her to stay put for a REASON! I run through the crowd and try to find her before Max kills her.* Red! You're going to get yourself hurt! Where are you?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 26, 2011 14:38:10 GMT -5
*I curse and groan when I see Red get involved as well as Angie and shove my way through the crowd. Why the hell not get join in the fun... The dickuloid tries to pull out of the agents grasps and if he does he'll probably attack Max who is being restrained by Red. Which means Red will be injured again and my brain doesn't want to think this logic out so I just walk up to Morand and punch him as hard as I can in the jaw so the others can pull Max away. I've been waiting to do that for days. I hold my hand in pain and look around as everyone becomes more panicked and our superiors try to calm the situation.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 26, 2011 14:46:10 GMT -5
*Im more than a little annoyed at Angie's remarks when she shoves me away. Guess thats what i get for trying to help. When I look back I see that the fight is under control for the most part. I squeeze past some people to one of the back corners of the room. I mutter under my breath* and this is why I dont like going to parties
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 26, 2011 14:59:26 GMT -5
(Morand was choked, not Orwell)
*I shout in pain when Morand jabs my eyes, and push myself up to follow him when he's pulled away, but suddenly I'm back on the ground. I raise a fist to fight off whoever ran into me, but freeze when she grabs my hand and I realize it's Red. My eye is caught by the scars on the backs of my hands, partially covered by hers, so much smaller.*
You were trapped. *She stares up at me, and I've completely forgotten about Morand* I helped pull you under the door but it was jagged and I cut my hands... *I trail off, remembering the rest of the story, and then realize the condition Red's in* You shouldn't be here, you're hurt. *I start to pick her up, but hands grab me from behind, pulling me away*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 26, 2011 15:03:12 GMT -5
*I giggle at him then cry out and hop on one foot when he kicks me.* Ow! That hurt you motherfucker! *I look down and it's already turning red. I shrug, I /did/ deserve that but god do I hate him. I smile over at him ushering for him to come at me.* Bring it bro. Lets settle this. *I laugh when he struggles against the dracs more and I step forward to taunt him. That last drink was either a really bad idea or a good one.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 26, 2011 15:27:56 GMT -5
*I'm slightly impressed by his ability to get out of their grasp so quickly but then I realize he's free. My reaction is delayed and I'm suddenly being choked and am inches from his face. I cough, finding it difficult to breath but smile, thoroughly entertained. I knew this party was worth coming too.* Now we're talking. *I bring my knee up into his gut so his grip loosens and I jerk free, coughing and rubbing my neck.* Holy shit that hurt...
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 26, 2011 15:27:57 GMT -5
*I'm distracted from Red instantly. Dammit, where does Sylvia think she is? She's going to get herself killed! It's not as if Morand knows the meaning of mercy, after all. I hope Red will be fine (other Dracs are already dragging Max off, so she should be fine) and shove my way through the crowd again into the open area where Morand and Sylvia's faces are just inches, if that, apart. I wonder stupidly for an instant if they're going to kiss, then Sylvia manages to get Morand to let go of her. I shake off the distraction and apply my best authoritative face.* Both of you. Take a step back. Do you WANT to be killed?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 26, 2011 15:32:35 GMT -5
*I nod when Max recounts the memory, forgetting my promise to never bring such memories up. I keep hold of his hand as they start to drag him away. I start seeing stars and I cough, spraying blood onto the sleeve of my new dress. I see a whirl of red and white in my peripherial vision and somehow I know Morand and Sylvia are fighting. I hold onto Max tighter. With my mind fading there is too much stimulus to do much else*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 26, 2011 15:40:51 GMT -5
Hey! Hey, no! We're not done fighting! *I quickly stagger after them, angry. I hate him and I may not get another chance like this. Plus I've already caused trouble and I'm certainly not welcome and blah blah blah, who gives a shit. I glance behind me and Red and Max seem... alright. Fuck. I growl and make a quick decision, running after Morand so I can finally get revenge. They're already outside of the ballroom so I burst through the doors and punch out one of the dracs and pull the gun out of the others holster, pointing it at both of them.* I AM NOT A FUCKING KILLJOY. Sheesh, I mean really...
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 26, 2011 15:42:07 GMT -5
No! I am NOT going to shut up! I am DAMN TIRED of EVERYONE thinking that I don't matter! I am TRYING to help! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING?! And what ARE you doing? Tearing people to shreds on purpose? IS THAT WHAT BETTER LIVING STANDS FOR NOW? *My chest heaves as I finish screaming. The entire room has gone mostly silent, other than Sylvia trying to shout over me just outside; someone even had the good sense to stop the stupid music. Morand is out the door and can no longer hear me. Everyone's staring at me. I notice Orwell and Wilson especially. Oh, I am SO fired.* If it is, maybe I'll just jump off the roof, because I sure as hell don't want to work in a company that encourages destroying its own.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 26, 2011 15:45:26 GMT -5
*I lean against the wall with my drink in hand* Some party... *I chuckle to myself* we fight among ourselves worse than the killjoys do.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 26, 2011 15:50:16 GMT -5
*My eyes widen when Red coughs up blood, and I fight back against the dracs. The memories are still coming, and I have to tell her-* I remember Red, and I didn't mean it! I didn't mean any of it! *My words are all but drowned out by the shouting around us, and I hope she heard them. One of the dracs punches me in the stomach and I let go of Red's hand, doubling over*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 26, 2011 15:52:58 GMT -5
My pleasure. *I point the gun down and shoot him in the foot, smirking as I do it. The other drac realizes just how dangerous his situation is and takes off down the hall, helping his friend up as they go. Wimps.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 26, 2011 16:01:50 GMT -5
*The Sylvia-Morand problem is out of my hands now, so I turn to Max and Red. My coworkers need to stop beating each other up. Geez. I run over to Red and help her to her feet, then check to see that Max is still breathing.* Are the both of you alright?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 26, 2011 16:03:13 GMT -5
*I hear Max and stop. The pain goes away, all pain. Everything's all right now or maybe it will be... I start towards Max, but then stop and look from Angie to Sylvia to Morand, but all I see is desert. Miles and miles of desert streaming by, white hot in the noonday sun. Waves of heat move through where the crowd used to be*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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