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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 19:37:32 GMT -5
Really? I dont think arson is too thrilled, surprised she's not trying to get rid of me too *I walk over to the board and pull the knife out* You heard what she said, you're not in a postition to be taking care of kids
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 19:40:12 GMT -5
*I frown* Why do you think she doesn't like you? And you're not a kid.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 19:44:30 GMT -5
Forget I said anything *I sit back down on the ground again and stare at the ground. The knife lies on the ground beside me*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 19:45:32 GMT -5
No, tell me. *I sit down again* We have to be able to trust each other, or we'll get ghosted our first time out.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 19:56:44 GMT -5
Oh I trust her, I think I'm just still dazed with everything that has happened. I get to know people and they're gone in the morning. I just dont know if I can handle that
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 20:01:18 GMT -5
You didn't answer my question, but okay. *I sigh* And I don't think she dislikes you, either. As for people being gone in the morning, yes, it happens, but I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. I won't leave you alone out here. *then I half-smile and shove Angel playfully* You wouldn't last a day on your own. Can't even hit a target with a ray gun.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 20:09:09 GMT -5
hey *Giggles* I lasted long enough before you found me, didn't I? I'm getting better! I'll be kicking your ass soon enough hehehe Thanks gear....
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 20:10:49 GMT -5
Anytime. *I smile at her, then laugh* But really, you think your fancy Battery City training means you can beat this? *I pull out a knife and throw it, missing the bullseye by a good six inches* I did that on purpose...
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 20:18:20 GMT -5
*I giggle harder* yeah sure... That was TERRIBLE! Stick to the guns hahahahaha *I get up and take the knife from the board. I throw the knife and hit the bullseye. i fold my arms and look over at gear* THAT'S how its done
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 20:19:53 GMT -5
No, no, no, you totally cheated! *I get up, grab the knife and make a show of inspecting it* This is clearly an advanced BLI auto-direct throwing knife.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 20:22:57 GMT -5
Where would Arson have got one of them? hahahaha And why'd YOU miss with the same knife?! Gear, what is battery city like?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 20:29:05 GMT -5
Oh, this is Arson's? *I pause, trying to think of a good reason* She, uh... yeah, I don't know. *I grin, but it fades when I think about the city* It's white and clean and sterile. There's no crime, everyone has a home and a job and an education. *I twirl the knife around* The whole city's run on the medication industry. Development, manufacturing, delivery, resale... Everyone's friends, but no one really knows each other, and no one really cares. I remember when I was seven, my parents - *I stop when I drop the knife. I kneel down to pick it up, and hand it back to Angel* It's perfect in all the obvious ways, but trust me, you don't want to go there.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 23, 2011 4:21:18 GMT -5
I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to- I just- *I sigh and put the knife away* the way people talked about it in school, sounded like heaven. No worries, no fear, no pain, just happiness. But if you have to be drugged up for that then whats the point of being alive? Personally, what you described sounds like hell. Being there but not really being there. Its like anything thats human is sucked out. I could never live like that *i give gear a hug but quickly pull back* I don't know how they get away with it but i'll help in any way i can to end it! *I pause again* I know its difficult but could you tell me about the time you were seven, I'd really like to know
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Post by diamondxbutterfly on Apr 24, 2011 14:27:42 GMT -5
*radios in* Just wanted to letcha know that we're almost at the safehouse...bout 5 more minutes I think. Is there any defenses we should know about so we don't get blown to pieces? *laughs*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 24, 2011 16:45:40 GMT -5
*I return the hug, then grab Angel's sleeve and pull her over to sit down in some nearby shade. I hear the sound of a transmission from inside the house, and automatically reach for my radio, but it's not there* Must have left it in my room... oh well, Arson'll respond to that. *I pause* It's no big deal, really, but when I was a kid I was playing around one day and tripped, landed wrong, and broke my wrist. I ran home in tears, and it took almost an hour to get my parents to take me to the hospital. The first 20 minutes was just getting them to turn off Fact News long enough to hear what was wrong. Then they forgot me there for two days, and when someone from BLI finally drove me home they had no idea I'd been gone, or why. Like I said, it wasn't really a big deal, happened often enough that they have a small dormitory at the hospital. But it was the first time I started thinking there might be something really wrong going on... *I rub the back of my head, looking towards the road* What was really scary, though, was when I realized how easy it would be to just take some pills, feel better, and forget the whole thing...
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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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