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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 23:30:20 GMT -5
"Getting mad is somthing I don't do. And believe me, there's nothing wrong with being scared in that situation. Honestly, anyone would be hard pressed to even move. The fact that you might be willing to try and help her after all she put you through so far is actually quite impressive....." He knew it sounded cold, but what was he going to do? Invite her over? Well, maybe....... "If they come back and you don't feel up to dealing with them, just head to my house. You can't miss it. It's the only black two story house on the block." He stood up, leaving the book on the table and walked out to the door. He turned back to the girl for a moment, "Oh, and welcome to the town." He started walking down the street to his house, thinking about where he could start looking for information first.
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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 22:27:13 GMT -5
"I've been having some issues with the paranormal also....and I'm sorry if I seem a bit blunt.....but at least you still have your mother. Both of my parents died in a car crash about six years ago, and up untill about a month ago I was stuck in a house with a pair of alcoholics that only kept me around to look good for their parol officer. In anycase, ever since my parents died I've been seeing unusual shadows as well as a chill that tells me when they're near. Ever since I started living alone things have been getting worse. Admittedly, I thought that if I helped you I could learn how to get rid of my own ghosts at the same time." He shifted a bit and closed the book, looking up at her for the first time. His eyes seemed....well.....haunted......
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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 21:05:07 GMT -5
"Stephan actually, Raven is more of an alias...." He didn't bother to look up from his book yet. "So, you're the new girl huh? Your parents are either very oblivious or very stupid for ignoring the usual chill that comes with that place. I take it they aren't very spiritual?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 17:54:34 GMT -5
"Raven: You know where the school is? It's just a few blocks away from there heading down the main road. You can't miss it. Talk to you soon." Stephan sat up from his computer and closed out the window along with a few other paranormal sights before putting on his trenchcoat and walking out, feeling them follow him as usual. Once inside he found a book he liked and sat down on a nearby table.
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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 15:25:54 GMT -5
It came about a minute later. "I guess.....but how can you really be ready for anything like that? Anyway, I recognize the address. Were you in there on a dare or something?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 15:33:56 GMT -5
She soon found a reply on one of the sights. "Sorry, but I've never found one like that before.....If you give me some time I can look it up. I actually live nearby in the raven manor. Do you still go to school?"
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Post by Crow on Apr 8, 2008 0:17:26 GMT -5
Hector shook off the effects of the drug faster than any of the nurses or doctors could anticipate. He woke up and looked to the plate of food, tearing into it like some ravenous beast. When he was done he looked up to see that he was in a max security cell. When he was finished a sudden fit of rage came up and he started pounding on the door, "Mother f**kers! Get me out of here! Fuuuuuuck!" He didn't know it immediately, but his sudden fit of banging and screaming had nearly scared a worker passing by out of his skin, who shouted his own curses back for a moment before moving on. 'Yeah well f**k you too!" Hector screamed back.
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Post by Crow on Apr 3, 2008 22:02:54 GMT -5
Lying on the ground, Hector could only think of killing them before finally taking a deep breath. "I have to calm down.....Or I might never get out of here....." He looked to the binds he had on his arms and tested them. The right arm felt a little loose. it might be just what he was looking for......He walked over to the side of the door, just outside it's window's view and began working on releasing the arm.
He was soon rewarded with the ripping of fabric as his arm came loose. "Thing must have been old....." His train of thought was inteerrupted as a few guards burst through the door, apparently to take him to his new room. The looks on their faces as they realized he was loose was a memory he would treasure for the rest of his life. He charged the closest one and tackled him, sending him flying out the door to land with a thud. He punched the next one in the face and ran past the rest of them.
He quickly left them behind, but soon he had almost all of the unnecisarry guards after him as he ran looking for a place to wait it out. He waited around a corner and soon a lone guard came by with a tazer. Hector jumped around the corner and before the man could react he had his arm around the man's neck. He squeezed until he heard the loud pop that siginaled that the man's head wasn't exacitally on tight. He used his left arm to tug against his bonds before giving up. They were still too tight.....
As he was thinking this he didn't notice the other guards closing in on him. A greenish dart hit him and he stumbled back. He shouted in denial as his vision became cloudy. The ground quickly came to swallow him up. As they dragged him back they passed by the so called lounge. He was tossed in a cell practically made for violent cases such as him. Only one door, no windows, and nothing but a matress and toilet. He wore nothing but the regular uniform now, as they didn't need to worry about him while he was in that cell. They never even had to touch him.
((There we go.....I was just a bit too tired to deal with this last night.....))
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Post by Crow on Apr 2, 2008 22:37:40 GMT -5
Hector managed to stand up after a while, looking around the room finding it completely bare. He started kicking at the door, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Let me out of here! I'm going to kill all of you! Let me out!" And other such things in addition. He eventually gave up at that approach and started tackling the door, ocasionally headbutting it with the face mask. At the end of it all he was nothing but a bit dazed. "Let me......let me out......" He said, tiredly before falling onto the ground again.
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Post by Crow on Apr 2, 2008 22:23:19 GMT -5
He struggled and thrashed in his jacket, doing whatever he could to break free of his captors, all in vain against the combined strength of the five guards. Even though he was in a jacket they still had trouble keeping hold of him. "Let me go you f**kers! Let me go!" He shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the immediate area.
They finally tossed him in some random room, not wanting to take the trouble anymore. They shoved him through the door and quickly locked it, leaving him on his back in the middle of the room growling. He then started to sing a song he had stolen off an old victim's ipod that he thought fitted him. The lyrics were obviously wrong in some places, but he didn't care. "Hey, I'm Hector, maybe y'all heard of me? The southwest strangler! That one guy from ICP......If not that's cool, then you don't know what to expect. Allow me to extend my hand of friendship to shake your f**king neck! Hey, you're a bit blue.....Let me stop choking you....Psych! hehe.....Heheh......HAHAHAH!"
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Post by Crow on Mar 21, 2008 20:51:53 GMT -5
*Nope. I'm just waiting for someone notice that the dragon is back by the hut*
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Post by Crow on Mar 11, 2008 22:06:04 GMT -5
(Knight, I'm right there with you. Hobbits ruined the movie. By the way....After reading a D&D book of my friend's I realized that Lord of the rings isn't all that original after all. I saw a picture of that eye thing that was dated before the movie!)
Sabre came in for a landing near the hut as Dante jumped off a bit early. He remarkably landed on his feet and started walking over to where Sabre was about to land. When he did, he held the hatchling in one hand and sat looking rather annoyed at the squirming thing. "Hey, can you understand me?" Dante asked the thing. He rather doubted it, but nothing was ever really certain with dragons.....
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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 13:20:59 GMT -5
Sabre saw the tiny thing in the distance. Dante did too, because he shouted, "get him!"
Sabre put on a burst of speed and quickly closed the gap.They had been tracking the thing for a very long time, and they sped towards it now. Sabre watched it try to get away, but he just managed to get it by the tale. He pulled it back and used his other claw to get a better hold of it while flying back to the area of the hut. Soon Dante was asleep again and Sabre was doing all the work.
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Post by Crow on Feb 7, 2008 14:34:33 GMT -5
Dante swore loudly as he was jerked awake by Sabre's sudden stop. "What's going on?"
The dragon just snorted unhapily as he lost the trail on the ground, but he had found somthing unusual.....claw marks with the Salin's footprints in pursuit just before they vanished. "Well, do you have a scent?" The dragon made another growling noise, "Oh good enough....lets go...." Sabre took wing, heading after the unusual scent of the newly hatched dragon, soon noticing that the Salin's scent just stopped in the middle of the air while the dragon's kept going. He decided to follow the dragon, the thing he actually could track.
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Post by Crow on Feb 6, 2008 12:35:28 GMT -5
With the last of the riders dispatched Dante figured it was getting a bit too dangerous. Soon a small patrol would be by to check on the status of the deployed forces, and when they found out about the dragon egg, or dragon, chances were that they would go looking themselves. He had to find them first, simple as that. Sabre started heading in the direction the Salin was last seen going, even landing to look over the unusual strip that the wheel barrow left behind in the dirt before running off after it. Dante in the mean time had dozed off, figuring that he couldn't do much good in this situation anyway.
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