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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 10:54:56 GMT -8
{originally} Leo resorted to curling up in a fetal position to protect herself from some damage, but very little. Once she wasn't being hurt anymore she heaved herself up using one of those kiosk things nearby. The guy who was complaining about his junk got another kick, and so did the guy choking. Wow, moving around fucking hurt. "V..Vitus?"
Her surprise quickly turned to anger. "What the hell are you doing?! I don't need your help, dammit! I can take care of myself!" She was pretty much using the kiosk to stand now, with one arm slung over the countertop with her other clutching an injured shoulder. Angry tears were welling in her eyes, though they didn't spill over, there was a terrible and murderous glint to them. If Veets hadn't shown up, she probably would have been pushed past her limit.
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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 11:21:34 GMT -8
{originally} "These fuckin' punks had the bright idea to pick a fight." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 14, 2014 11:26:50 GMT -8
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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 11:46:24 GMT -8
{spoiler}
"Fine. Before we go though, you think I could..?" She jabbed a thumb at the bodies. "Kinda starving here."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 14, 2014 12:01:45 GMT -8
{originally} On the sixth floor,
Vitus shook his head and gestured toward the escalator with a slight movement. Cops were coming off of it. He started walking toward them. Vitus- "Follow me and look like you don't give a damn about cops, but don't say anything."
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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 12:10:45 GMT -8
{originally} Leo followed Vitus with a half-annoyed, half-ready-to-kill look on her face.
"..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 14, 2014 12:34:29 GMT -8
{originally} On the sixth floor,
Vitus gave the cops a look, but the youths couldn't see it & any lessons it might have held, as they walked behind his fuzzy blonde head. Vitus- "Officers."
The boys in blue snorted fire through their moustaches, but the vampires could sense their fear. The dead took the escalator up as the living moved around the mezzanine toward the beaten men. They reached Darren & Jason, and the lot stepped off onto the seventh floor mezzanine. Darren- "We alright?"
Vitus- "Yeah, but we should take the escalator down the other side of the mezzanine, find Courtney, Cameron, Sophie, and Trevor..."
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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 12:40:16 GMT -8
{originally} She gave Eli a look, "You're not my babysitter. No need to be so close." She took a wide step away from him.
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 14, 2014 18:14:10 GMT -8
{originally} Jason kept quiet about the entire situation back at the shopping center. He didn't want to make Leo any more pissed than she already was. Besides, he would have to compliment her on her ''ass-kicking abilities'' later.
Suddenly, it hit him. The feeling of grief and sadness had come back stronger than it did the last time. He didn't realize that the event with Gaston-Louis back at the alleyway would leave such a negative impact on him. He couldn't grasp around the concept that he killed a man and permanently crippled another.
He put his hand over his mouth and turned his face away from the others to prevent anyone from seeing the dreadful expression on his face. If he could cry, he would. Damn, he felt like shit. "..." Shit.Shit.Shit.
He had to get away from the others, but he wasn't exactly sure how.
((Chris, could I RP Jason heading toward a secluded place (bathroom if possible) without the possibility of delaying the story or mixing things up? I'd have him meet the others near the entrance of the mall when he was done "doing what Jason does" if so))
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Post by Trinity on Apr 14, 2014 19:58:08 GMT -8
{originally} Leo sat somewhere on the floor and had her arms tightly wrapped around her legs, with her head hanging. It looked like she was trying to hide her face. Every so often she'd wipe her eyes.."*grumble* Dicks.. stupid assholes.. Train harder..*grumble.*"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 15, 2014 20:55:35 GMT -8
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 15, 2014 23:13:15 GMT -8
{originally}
Trevor's Creepy Crawly Adventures Vol. 1
For just a few minutes the entrance to the mall was uninhabited by humans on the inside and outside. This was Trevor's chance to climb the tall windows and reach moths and lacewings fluttering desperately along their metal frames. They were up just out of a tall person's reach, and would have gone even higher to evade Trevor's grasp, but his hands were too swift. Normally he allowed specimens to feel comfortable in his hands before handling them, but he needed to move quickly to make sure no shoppers witnessed his inhuman climbing.
Next he collected an assortment of true fly species that had been trapped inside since the sun was shining. They were sluggish from a day without sufficient food and water. Near the live specimens lay sad corpses of lacewings and fellow flies Trevor was too late for.
Beneath a starry sky obscured by the glow of street lights, these fliers were released a small distance from the building. They all reclaimed their freedom eagerly with the exception of some of the most sluggish flies (who would have done the same in different circumstances).
Next, Trevor took a mostly clean paper plate and cup that were left sitting on a bench outside. After brushing giant pretzel salt from the plate and emptying the cup of water, he used them to sweep up small beetles from a concrete walkway where they would have been stepped on. As these would not fly away so eagerly, Trevor shook them from the cup into some nearby trees.
Finally, back inside, Trevor was left with the decision whether or not he should send the spiders elsewhere. Spiders typically stayed out of danger, and the entranceway made for successful hunting grounds. He ultimately decided to also move them to the trees so they wouldn't somehow be killed during window washings.
After releasing the final critter, Trevor rested on the bench where the (now properly disposed of) cup and plate originally sat.
((This is what you get for making me wait for RPing. MUAH HAHA HAHA!))
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Padmé AmiDaniella
Coolish Skeleton
Nighttime is kinda sadtime, huh?
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Post by Padmé AmiDaniella on Apr 16, 2014 5:49:38 GMT -8
{originally} "Hey! Check it." Sophie set a bag on a nearby bench and produced a pair of exepensive-looking sneakers. Then a second pair in another color, then some suede-type oxfords and a set of lace-ups. Old habits and all. "What'd you get?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 16, 2014 6:22:19 GMT -8
{originally} Cameron- "Nothing but Cory's. Got the swing-up redline crosstrainers, the swing-up blueline street shoes, high-tip checkback ambulators, *NERD NERD*"
Far below, Trevor was leaning his head back and his gaze passed over the bonfire of a light fixture. There was some kind of movement there, between the thrashing curtains of heat light.
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Post by Trinity on Apr 16, 2014 6:30:38 GMT -8
{originally} She seemed to chuckle beneath her arms, but shook her head in response.
"Gross dude. I don't wanna see your junk." ((Mobile, no graphics.))
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