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| Topic Started: May 17 2009, 10:12 PM (48 Views) | |
| dragonbountyhunter | May 17 2009, 10:12 PM Post #1 |
lost in thought call search and rescue
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Toby lay sprawled out on the ground making a sand angel. There was no snow so he had ripped open a few bags of grout sand. While he did not know what grout sand was he did know it made for good angels. His Reaver was nearby so if anyone bothered him he could arm himself for tag. Toby had a splitting head ache and it kept him from thinking about anything overly much. The source of the pain was a terrible noise that he could not figure out were it came from all he knew was it was enraged. Toby rubbed the sides of his head it was making him mad. Toby started flailing about in a fit he was a child and tantrums were still allowed or so he guessed. After flailing for a while Toby lay there wishing he had never been made to be this way. Toby sat up and looked at his angel his flailing had ruined it. He shrugged and dusted out his hair. Toby stood up and hurled himself on the heavy bags so that he was lying prone. He drew a deep breath and wished one of his mothers aides would show up so that he could force the aide to play tag. Tag would make him feel better especially if it was one of his tormentors. |
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| [-Cloud-] | Jun 7 2009, 02:08 PM Post #2 |
Apocalypse (Lv4)
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Steps moved in a slow paced motion to a familiar scene. It was no more than a year ago that Celest was last here, helpless and hopeless. She struggled in the slums as what some would call a slum rat. She moved between the sectors and often crossed through this zone to get to them. It was dangerous, but not as dangerous as the Junk Yard she passed through. That was where she met Zander and obtained her sword which was strapped to her hip. "Why do I always return here," Celest said with a sigh as she continued to walk on, not really paying attention to anything. She wore her metal wings under her shirt as to not draw too much unneeded attention to herself. Her robotic arm did much of that for her nowadays. "It's not like Midgar's going to blow up or anything, it'll always be here... I should just leave," Celest said as she walked towards a small fixture being held up by metal bars. It seemed to be a construction site and a suitable place for taking off and leaving. At least, that was until Celest got distracted by a bug buzzing around her face. "Ew, go away!" Celest said as she started to walk backwards, swatting her hand about her face. |
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| dragonbountyhunter | Jun 11 2009, 06:24 PM Post #3 |
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lost in thought call search and rescue
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Toby lay thinking he was clever enough to know it was pointless to throw a tantrum when there was no one around to assault or blame it on. Toby lay sulking about not being able to throw a tantrum. Still he was just a child so it was not like he had to worry over appearing childish. “You got to be cool man let the coolness into your soul.” There were times Toby could not tell what made less sense the dead or the living. Still his plans were not finished he needed to be stronger. He would keep playing the slightly insane child as long as he had to. Toby yawned he was growing bored. As Toby lay there he heard a voice and became aware of a strange female. She had a metallic arm. Toby knew a girl his own age that had similar limbs after playing tag with him. Leaving his reaver in the dust beside him which due to his tantrum was partially obscured anyway. “Hello strange lady Toby was wondering if you play tag. Toby asks because you have a shiny arm. The only people Toby knows that have shiny limbs all played tag with Toby. They only got shiny limbs cause they did not play good and got broken. Toby does not recall you so he does not think it was him that played tag with you when you got broken.” Toby’s eyes held that ingenious look of a child but there was something else in his gaze that was had to identify. |
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