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Anya
"Jarod...Do you REALLY think I should ever trust Rich with either of my kids?" |
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Jack
"Yeah, and Im not helpin"
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RebeusJoin Date: 2009-07-28 Post Count: 533 |
(I have no idea where we were at so I'll just imerge of of the roof tops..)
I jump of the roof of the nearby housing coplexes and do a rool to support my fall by now it has been a long time since they have seen me here is my apperance:
My bdu has been ripped in mutiple spots with dried blood stains all over my jacket
My face has been wrinkled because of the lack of sleep.
And a knowticeable that my helmet is gone and im wearing my beret and carring a slightly heavy duffel bag on my back, |
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"So your saying you want a Ex Marine Recon to take care of your k.ids if something goes wrong?" |
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(Were in a house in the middle of nowhere, you should still be in the car I dident blow up) |
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Jack
"She just said it, plain as day" |
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"I heard her, it's just odd." |
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Jack
"Odd? Is it odd they had a kid? NO! Idiot." |
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Anya
"I would rather have a Marine take care of my children then an insane person..." |
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RebeusJoin Date: 2009-07-28 Post Count: 533 |
"Who in the right mind cares!? the marine has more responseability and the insane person..... has nothing to give so easy pick" |
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Artyom
"I am fluent in English, Russian, Spanish, Chinese and several other languages...But never bothered to learn what that means...All I know is that its Latin..." |
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Jack
I sigh, and then walk out the door |
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"It's plain english man." |
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Jack
I yell in pain, then I run inside. I fall over, then start making a pool of blood. |
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"COOL!" I walkover and I help him up. |
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Jack
I rub some on my hand, then slap him. Making me fall back down
"Keep your hands off!" |
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Artyom
I take a look through my rucksack...
Anya
I walk into another room to take care of the children...
(You know, I am so suprised I havent been banned yet...) |
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(Im surprised I did)
Jack
I start giving odd growls
"Rahhhhh"
I get up, and look at Arty
"RAH"
I yell then tackle Arty, bitting him |
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(Yours probably wasint subtle enough...)
He manages to tear off some of my clothing but no skin..."SON OF A!" I shout as I pistol whip him in the skull then shoot him in the shoulder... |
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I try to tie up the dude who turned into a zombie. |
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Jack
I yell in pain
"WHY? Cant you take a joke?"
I start to groan in pain |
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