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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:42 pm
Sarah attached a small bag to the side of her bike, securing it carefully before sitting aside the saddle herself.
She slotted the small key into the ignition port and turned it, the scrambler's engine rumbling to life with it's signature deep and high tones emitted simultaneously.
She knocked the kickstand away with her foot and dragged the bike to one side, turning the handlebars slightly and twisting the throttle back in her right hand. The bike roared and surged forwards, heading down the driveway and passing through the gates as they recognised the temporary ID she possessed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:54 pm
The IG-41 slowed overhead, exhaust ports venting some built up steam with a hiss.
Oxy could not figure out how to descend the craft as of yet, and looked about the controls worringly. He received a locked tone, and instantly remembered the SAM sites below. Casting a powerful block over the craft, the tone disappeared while Oxy searched for the collective [up/down, like in choppers]
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:59 pm
*Her eyes had cleared up on the fly back to the mansion, and when Crim slowed, she descended towards the front of the gates*
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2004 6:42 pm
*wakes up and gets out of bed*
*grabs some clean clothes and goes to take a shower*
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 10:07 am
A small dial turned out to be the collective, and the whine of the engines became lower as the craft powered down and gradually descended into the rear lawns of the mafia estate.
Once it had touched down Oxy pressed a small button with a cockpit symbol above it. The canopy opened with a hiss and Oxy climbed out.
The loss of Ari was a blow, but it would have easily erased any evidence tracing back to him or the mafia. He had no idea how many others had made it back, or how they had made it.
Now safely back in the mafia estate, he sifted his body and floated up to the attic, passing through the walls and ending up inside.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 10:12 am
Oxy progressed to his wardrobe with a tired gait. The doors were open and Sarah's scent all over the inside, she had evidently been looking for something to steal, and now was not here.
He turned to look at the computer station, it was flawless and later he would check it for bug scanners. For now he just wanted to get dressed, and picked out some loose casual items.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 8:51 am
Layed back on his bed, Oxy was asleep. He tossed and turned as fragmented images of the battle fleeted through his mind.
Visions of Ari exploding haunted him, although Ari in itself had not exploded, nor had he seen it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 1:19 pm
*gets done with her shower, dries off and gets dressed*
*makes way downstairs*
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:53 pm
((DAMN YOU SOME!!! ><))
*More tired than anything, Crim gave Someguy one more glomp and limped tiredly to the mansion. Her once white shirt was stained a dark red that was almost black and there were still spots on her trenchcoat that looked wet in the light though the majority of the blood had become dry and crusted from the fly back. Also on the trip, Crim's body had used the last of the energy reserve she had taken from the SWAT team to heal her wounds as far as they could go. Her chest was still marred, but not nearly as bad as it was before. The wounds had been reduced down to just dark scratches across her still bloodstained skin as she trudged up to her room, closing the door behind her and dropping her clothes off to take a shower*
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 5:32 pm
*goes downstairs into the common room and sits down on the couch*
*gets the remote and turns on the tv*
*flick through the channels searching for something to watch*
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 6:06 pm
*After washing up, Crim redressed in some clean clothes and practically fell into her mattress, not even bothering with a blanket to cover up as she drifted to sleep*
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 6:27 pm
Shawn's silver Aston Maritn came speeding up the street, and pulled a sharp turn into the driveway, barely missing the swinging gates. Shawn drove it to the edge of the driveway, as close as it could be to the front door, got out and went to the trunk.
"Vladar, get your sacks when you come out okay?"
He grabbed the loot and began making his way inside. Once inside, he climbed the stairs and walked to his room. Dropping the sacks on his bed, which groaned under the sudden weight, he began cleaning his wounds. When he finished, he went for a shower.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:57 am
((It sure is a good job I gave each room an en suite. Imagine the accidents that could happen if Crim and DC went to shower at the same time whee ))
Awaking on his bed, Oxy peered around sleepily. He wasn't on his bed, he was on the floor nursing a broken nose again. The dried blood directly beneath his face told him he had fell off some time quite early in the night.
Touching it tenderly, Oxy found that his nose hadn't quite healed up either, an odd situation.
But being of an unsound mind at that moment he simply shrugged it off, and wandered wearily from the attic, to search the mansion for returnees.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:05 pm
((That could be bad. Oxy would probably kill him for it.))
Vladar awoke some time that evening, coming inside wearily, carrying the sacks from the back seat. He dropped them in the common room, everything but the 'corked' claymore he had found. he took that up to his room, and layed it on the bed, before removing his clothes and going to the shower.
((Would've been even worse now!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:15 pm
Shawn finished showering and got dressed quickly. Grabbing the bags from his bed, he took them down to the common room and dumped the contents in a corner. He began sifting through the items, sorting them into melee weapons, ranged weapons, ammo, and others.
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