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Charlotte
She buried her head in her hands, and sobbed freely into them. She was under so much stress, and then that happens. Charlotte had died for him, and that's how he repays her.
She tried to form a sentance, but it came out as a blabber. Her mind was blank, maybe she had offended him? No, he felt he had let them all down. Now he really had. Agian, she attempted to form a sentance, but only a blabber came out. At least he was in a hospital. |
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Diana
I shake my head.
"No, your not Sam. Something is up..." Should I tell him about my power? It may make a rip in our trust.
"I..." I sigh, wield my knife, and thrust the blade into the door. The door is wooden, so I should be able to cut through it. I just need to make a hole big enough so I can move whatever is blocking it. The knife gets stuck, so I wiggle it around slightly. |
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Crimson
"Wha? Whats goin' on?" I get up and lock around. |
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Andrew
(Imaa just say he was listening this entire time.) I glance at the ground. D---, today is depressing. What was that part about not following him, or else he would attack us? Wow, way to be a jerk Grey. |
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Sam
I rush to try and cover the wound properly.
"What do you mean by that?" I stall, and think of an escape route.
Fuego
I bite my lip. |
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(I should probably get to sleep now. Cya dudes and dudettes!)
Charlotte
She pulled herself together, before stating "He- he wouldn't atttack us for no reason. H-he was never like this b-before the labs and the daemons..." she mumbled. |
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Crimson
"Oh hey Fuego." I fall flat on my face as I try to walk. Still exhausted. |
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Diana
"Exactly..." I pause to stab at the door again. "...what it sounds like I mean!" I can see the thing that's blocking the door now. A cradle. I try to fit my foot through the hole I made, but no use. I thrust the knife again at the door. I'm forced to shield my face from the splinters. I curse slightly. |
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Chance
I wave at Crimson. |
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Crimson
I give a jaunty little wave to Chance from the floor before asking. "What happened when I was asleep?" |
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Chance
I want to say something but I can't. Nor do I feel like talking to anybody right now. I walk out of the room and into the bathroom, popping open the bottle. I take a sip and spit it out. It was bitter taste to it.
I left it on the counter, not caring who found it and walked back to the chair I sat in. I took my seat and returned to the position I was in. |
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Echo
I tend to get emotional easily, so I stayed downstairs. I really did not want to be in the middle of a bunch of depressed people, especially after what happened tonight. I sigh, and trudge up to my room. It takes a few minutes to remember I have wings again, so I do end up knocking a few things over. I don't really care too much, so I just pick them back up. Once I reach my room, avoiding eye contact with anyone, I lay down in my bed, curled up into a ball, and just stare ahead, trying my best to cope with what I did, and what has happened tonight. |
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Sam
I silently slip in to the Kitchen adjoining, and attempt to hide behind the big island counter in the middle of the kitchen.
Fuego
Well, there's one good thing...
"Hey, Crimson." I haven't seen him in forever. I want to ask him how he's been, and what he's been up to. But it doesn't seem like an appropriate time to catch up.
"As for what happened..." I hold out the slip of paper to him. Hopefully he can read. |
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('Hopefully he can read'.... Ouch.)
Diana
I hear a crack as the hole increases is size. Now I try my foot, and sure enough, I can kick the cradle over. I open the door, and walk in.
"Sam, something is obv-" ...He's gone. "OH you little..." I take a breath. It's fine Diana, just find where his brain waves are coming from and-
Oh. Right...the entire 'Possibly not Human' thing. I feel rather...weak without being able to use them.
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Crimson
Look up at the piece of paper and read it. My grin becomes a scowl as my fingers dig into the carpet. "F_____g Grey!" Urgh, why the f___ would he leave? |
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Chance
I look outside the window. It was getting dark, and everyone was in a bad mood. I take a deep breath. "...Should I begin to explain what the heck happened...?" |
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Sam:
I don't dare move a millimeter in any direction, and hold my breath. I don't understand why I need to breath, and why I have to feel pain. Whoever created me probably wanted realism. |
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(I gotta go to bed, good night guys.)
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Ben
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I look back to Chance. "I guess so." I say to Chance and give him a slight nod as a gesture for him to start. I lean against the wall and start watching him expectantly.
-Removed Builderman |
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Lukas
Before Diana can continue a pursuit I step forward.
"Diana, give him a break. Probably sealed the door for a reason, and I doubt he wants you in here now. Same goes for me." I turned and left the small room, walking back to the stairs to sit down. |
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Crimson
"We need to find Grey." I get up and heading for the door, ready to throw it open. |
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Diana
I shake my head at Lukas's comment. No, there was something seriously wrong with him. I had to find out what...or...did he have a point? I look over at the door I just stabbed down. I suppose a went a little extreme. I sigh, and begin to leave the room. |
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Sam
I think about moving. No, she's still in here... I can tell.
Fuego
"If he told us not to follow..." I can't believe I'm saying this, "We shouldn't." |
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Crimson
"Still..." I sigh. We lost Grey too... "I need drink..." I say, not even enunciating it properly. I look back to Chance, seeing the b.e.e.r he has I smile. "Enjoy it, buddy." |
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Diana
As I make my way from the room, I consider telling Sam about my power, once he comes out. Possibly then he might regain why he's practically dead. By dead, I mean not giving off any brainwaves. |
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(*reveal) |
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