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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:20 pm
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-slightly nodding, he stands and stretches, working the kinks out of his neck and shoulders. Walking around the room, he keeps to the windows, watching the streets for anything suspicious. On the last leg of his watch, he stifles a yawn and shoulders the wall next to the window. Blinking a few times, he thinks he's seeing things until he peers closer, seeing dame walk out of the hostel and across the street, face almost unrecognizable with a detached look on it.
Abruptly waking Stubbs up, he tells him to take over while he goes after dame, rushing to get dressed and running out the door before Stubbs can protest or ask questions. Hitting the pavement, he sees dame a good block and a half up, walking with no purpose. First he strikes out in an all out run then slows to jogging. Soon, he's walking at a slow pace, more out of curiousity than anything else-
confused What the hell is she doing? Where is she going? Possibly meeting someone? mad
-slowing down even more, he goes into stealth mode-
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:36 am
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-keeping close to the shadows, he tries to keep up with dame when her pace quickens. Mentally cursing for not having any weapons with him, he goes off on the thought of improvisation. Coming up on the last building before a clearing and woods, he sees her walking the line of green before finally going in. Confused, he waits to see if anyone comes out into view or goes in with her. Not wanting to lose her, he creeps in, looking around for something to pick up and use just in case. Choosing his footing carefully, he sticks to the trees, noting his surroundings and keeping his eyes peeled for dames hair.
At first he becomes very suspicious when he doesn't see anything remotely purple amongst all the green, and then he comes across a break. What he sees next nearly makes his heart lurch-from where he was positioned, it seemed dame was laid out in the open, either knocked out or worse-dead. Breaking out in full speed, he runs to where dame was laying, calling her name. As he reaches her, he drops to his knees and picks her up in his arms, checking for wounds. When he sees she's alive, he breathes a sigh of relief only to look around sharply to see who else was there or what had knocked her out. The scared shitless look in her eyes only makes matters worse, never crossing his mind that he's the one who just scared the living hell out of her-
Dame? Dame! Are you alright? What happened? Is someone else out here?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:06 am
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dame screams slightly as someone rushes her and picks her up off the bed of moss, "What the ********!?" she tries to reach behind her to grab her gun and up her shorts to grab her stars but she is too disoriented to do either and just ends up pawing at her thigh. Her face is that of surprise and fright and slowly, slowly Flame's voice tunnels through hear ears into recognition. She stops fighting and looks up at him, relief flowing through her body as her eyes get a far off look to them again.
"What?" she tries hard to think about what he had said to her, "No, no, I'm fine..." she is speaking kind of slowly, "What...what happened? Nothing happened, Flame..." she places a hand on his cheek, "You're face is so beautiful..." dame's eyes go wide eek and she shakes her head thinking out loud..."Why did I say that? Why am I saying this?" She closes her eyes and confusion knits her brows, What is happening to me... In her mind she has scrambled away from Flame's arms to sit on her own against a tree, but in reality she hasn't moved an inch. "Is someone else out here? Aside from you and me? Not unless there's some robbers here..." she giggles somewhat maniacally, "Maybe some Merrymen? Or..." She rolls out of his arms and ends up lying on her back singing about 'Sir Robin' while moving her arms and feet as if she is marching.
((...what the ******** is she on? neutral ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:09 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:18 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:19 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:19 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:27 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:39 am
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