Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 0:02:21 GMT -6
Zacharie tried his best to spring into action, jumping to his feet as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for him he forgot how silk sheets reacted to being quickly stepped on and promptly found himself on the ground. He landed right on his backside, the ground was very unwelcoming and the alcohol only did so much to numb the pain. “Agh, merde!”
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Sept 23, 2012 0:04:23 GMT -6
Suddenly a wild Pyro appears!
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 0:10:00 GMT -6
Cackling madly, Fran dives through the exit. It took a moment to get herself untangled from the blanket draped over it but she got back on her feet and was off. "Hi Elissa!" She yelled as she ran, a simply act that distracted her long enough to slam shoulder hard into a wall. "Gud jävla helvete!" Fran screeched, stumbling into the hallway and preparing to bolt yet again.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Sept 23, 2012 0:11:43 GMT -6
Gordon had gotten onto his feet, carefully not letting the sheets make him slip. Fran attempted to escape but he attempted to catch her. He maneuvered his way through the fortress, trying to not let his height cause him to make the entire fortress come down and reached out to grab her by the wrist once he had caught up to her.
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Sept 23, 2012 0:15:19 GMT -6
Man, people are weird...
Elissa watched the two bolt out of the room and looked back down at the blanket fort, poked her head inside and fell to the floor, full on army crawling head first into the fort.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 0:17:13 GMT -6
By then Zacharie was already easing himself on to his feet, getting ready to run out after Fran and Gordon. He noticed Elissa in his line of sight, he stopped before pushing past her to get outside. “Don’t.” He pointed at her. “Get any crumbs on or set fire to these sheets.” And then he was off.
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Sept 23, 2012 0:23:04 GMT -6
SET FIRE TO THE SHEETS? OKAY.
She scoots her way to the middle and rolls over, watching Zacharie go after the others.
"Some of them are mine, no promises!"
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 0:23:16 GMT -6
Yes, she was mere feet away from glorious freedom. She could almost taste it. It tasted like vodka. Just as she was about to make the final leap towards the door, a hand clamped around her left wrist and pulled her to a stop. She body jerked suddenly, sending the bottle spiraling from her grip. Fran stared at it for a long, horrifying moment as it spun though the air, its precious contents still sloshing around inside. She tried to scream, but her throat was suddenly too dry to make a sound. Completing its decent, the bottle shattered, soaking the floor with vodka. Fran fell to her knees, reaching out her free hand as if to save it. It was too late. www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVbkz_3lO3c&feature=player_detailpage#t=61s |
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Sept 23, 2012 0:29:59 GMT -6
Gordon watched as the bottle shattered into a million shards and the vodka soaked the ground. Gordon kept his grip on her wrist and knelt down as she fell to her knees. He patted her on the back, perhaps in an attempt to console her. "Come on." He began. "You should take the time to calm down..... No more drinking....."
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 0:32:55 GMT -6
He’d arrived too late. Zacharie nearly screeched to a halt at the sight of what just happened. He wasn’t quite sure what he was more upset about at the moment, but the sudden stop also didn’t pair well with the buzz that was starting to form. The spy steadied himself, running a gloved hand down his face. It was a very shallow attempt to keep his temper from rising, but it worked for the moment.
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Sept 23, 2012 0:36:13 GMT -6
The sounds of crashing things wasn't usually a good sign, maybe taking over this fort was a bad idea. And burning a peep hole into one of the sheets was probably an even worse one...
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 0:44:16 GMT -6
She stayed where she was, arm still reached helplessly towards the shards of glass on the floor. Fran began to shake uncontrollably. She turned her head to face Gordon, revealing a fresh stream of tears on her face. "H-how...could you...?" She barely spoke above a whisper. "You...monster! Look what you did!" Picking up a clear glass piece, she mournfully examined it and let it drop to the floor again. "Poor baby...cut down in it's prime..." No longer able to hold it in, she collapsed into a waling wreck on the floor.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Sept 23, 2012 0:53:47 GMT -6
Gordon looked away uncomfortably for a moment when he saw her crying but regained composure. "Look, I was merely trying to help you so you wouldn't go off continuously drinking. I was the one who held onto your wrist, yes, but you were the one holding onto it. I didn't know you would drop it and I'm sor-" When she began crying on the floor, Gordon bit his lip and simply stroked her head in silence. He glanced at the broken vodka bottle. It truly was expensive and the fact it was imported made it all the much worse. He noticed Zacharie standing nearby with a very irritated face.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 0:57:29 GMT -6
“Do you know how much that whole bottle cost?” Zacharie said as he approached the two, crossing his arms. “I’m not even going to let you answer; it was two hundred dollars. Just for that one bottle.” He certainly felt like crying, but he took another deep breath in. “Now I suggest you stop your blubbering, before I make you pay for it.” He didn’t make it very clear wither he meant the price of the vodka or otherwise.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 0:58:01 GMT -6
In her grief, Fran slipped back into Swedish yet again. "Han var så ung! Käre Gud, varför mig!?" She was completely oblivious to Zach or the fact that he was yelling at her.
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