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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 3:52 pm
(( I left a post saying he made it. I also included a note to delete the message when you saw it. Clearly someone else deleted it stare ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2004 3:13 pm
*With receiving no response Mark assumed Oxy had meant the bomb shelter. He approached the Coat Room after Shawn, he stopped at the stares as he watched Shawn returning from the basement. A thought occured to him, he never got his ID card so he wouldn't be able to enter the classified section of the mansion.* ((Yup. Dont hurt me xd ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 6:19 pm
((I apologize for my last post. Stupid me for not reading into what was currently happening.))
*Aries walks up about fifty yards from the left gate, hearing random acts of destruction and violence, he reaches into his bag, and pulls out a clip belt with shotgun bullets. Aries drops the bag off his shoulder, and crouches down, and jumps up on top of the wall and scans the area for any enemies, with a quick glance, looking for any new toys or modifications to the grounds, Aries pulls a sawed-off shotgun, off his back hollster, and grabs the .9mm glock 18 from his hollster. the shotgun in his left hand, and the glock in his right, he hops down onto the grounds and jumps behind a tree.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 8:45 am
((Ok, before I do anything stupid, can anyone help me catch up with whatever is going on? I don't want to be announced as a n00b whee ...))
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 3:47 pm
OoC - GMC attacking mafia
- Mafia defending with super-leet weaponry/magic etc
- GMC go byebye vewwy soon
- Dragon Chief needs to get his butt online since my character is now involved with his
And for future reference, please keep OoC in the OoC thread.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:46 pm
Dev looked out the garage scanning the area for a target. Finding a small man running towards the mansion, he opened fire with his 75's. He was thinking about replacing them, their stopping power wasn't as powerful as he would like.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:45 pm
((Wow. World of Warcraft is incredibly addictive. sweatdrop ))
Jimmy caught his breath and then moved towards the only apparent entrance to the base. He could go back down over the wall to where they were outnumbered, or head down and try to flank the bastards. When he thought of being outnumbered, he began wondering where Het was. They sure could use somebody with his combat prowess to help them out. In the end, he strode over and into the door, coming down the steps silently. In his hands, his two pistols were held extended in front of him, surrounded by his mithril claws and shields as well.
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Shawn hadn't found a target yet after a while of searching, so he decided to ask for orders. He broadcast a telepathic message to Oxy.
Oxy, no targets for me to take out in the outer grounds. What do you want me to do? Have you got those vehicles handled, or should I find something to take them out with?
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 1:09 pm
[[You'll have to tell me what 75's are... sweatdrop ]]
((CZ-75's Just one of the better guns no longer in the market.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 3:24 pm
*Mark was going to let out a sneeze, till he felt he heard something. He stopped the sneeze, screwing up his face for a moment. Mark stared up at the ceiling of the basement, nose tingling. He couldn't hold it and sneezed. Shaking his head, he took a wiff of the hair. Apart from Tom's unfamiliar scent, he could smell Shawn's faint scent from when he was doing here at first. So it wasn't scent... but what did he hear? He had seen and read three intruders. Two have been taken care of, the last he wasn't sure. But Oxy was dealing or had dealt with him. He took a guess of it being Crim coming back from flying around or something, then again he wasn't sure if she had left the mansion. Mark shook it off, muttering about being careless*
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 10:06 am
((@_@ I still have a very minimal idea of wtf is happening...but oh well *gives this a shot*))
*As the sneeze resonated in Crim's ears, her eyes flicked to the basement. The scent of smoke trickling in from outside tickled her nose, but she was positive that she caught a whiff of Mark's scent. But then again, there was another scent still lingerng with his, so was it an intruder, or was it an ally. Best not to be picky and take chances though. With her back pressed against the wall and a sai in her left hand and a pistol in her right she quickly rounded the corner and pointed the gun at the person with a growl*
Hands up, ********! Down on the-er...Bro? What are you doing down here?
*Like the wind blown out of a sail, Crim's voice quickly lost it's brashness as she lowered her weapons and peered dumbfoundedly at Mark.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 2:51 pm
*Mark stared at Crimson for at least 3 minutes. He turned his head and sneezed again. But as soon as that sneeze finished he started laughing, holding onto his stomach.* Hahaha.... ********... hahaha.. *he laughed harder and coughed, taking a step back. He stood up straight, but still holding his stomach. Mark looked at Crim again, this time smirking.* Um.. Hi!
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 4:24 pm
*With an eyebrow raised, Crim blinked a few times before putting her dropped guard up again and regaining the keen attention to her senses*
So what's going on up there? So far, I've just been patrolling the mansion, making sure that the outside attack wasn't just a diversion or something so that those ******** could infiltrate this place like ants or termites or something of equal unpleasantness.
*With her eyes narrowed in concentration, she fell silent and twitched her ears a few times, the base of them rotating as if they were a pair of miniature satellite dishes atop her head. Once satasfied that what she heard was from the outside, she relaxed a bit and blinked at Mark*
And also, why're you holding your stomach like that?
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 5:14 pm
A thing I like to call... laughter. Anyway.. originally there were three intruders. One tied up. *He gestured to Tom behind him.* Another wounded, both legs and one arm. He's probably somewhere whimpering at the gates. The last one was manning the tank, which last I heard Oxy took care of. But I think there's a fourth one.... *Mark looked up at the ceiling with interest.* Did you notice anything out of place... or were you worried about my well being?.. *He smirked lightly*
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 11:21 am
*Returning Mark's smirk, Crim peered down to Tom and then sighed and shook her head*
Perhaps a little of column A and a little of column B. So what are you doing down here?
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2004 1:27 pm
Erm... Oxy said to go to the bomb shelter.. I didnt get my ID card, ergo, I can't get to the bomb shelter. But I'm not going. What's the point of hiding while the place is being attacked. It's not like they're going to drop a bomb on us... *He thought about this for a moment. Mark just stood there and scratched the back of his head*
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