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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 22:16:03 GMT -5
"Of course you'll live!" Ozryel said as he shook his head, "And well then... Amber... judging by the fact you're in my book here... it's likely that 'someone' isn't all too happy with you... so yeah, it's pretty safe you're going to hell, same goes for Israfel with all his thoughts of hatred... and a certain emo boy with his thoughts on vengeance..." He said with a shrug, "Then again, there's always time to change for the better." He added, trying his best to cheer up the damned. Yeah, most of the time it was a lost cause, "If you ever find Dumah you could talk to him, I don't really care." He said with a shrug.
Terent looked at Amber, "Looking for... things." he said, not specifying the word shrooms because whenever he did, sure enough Reggetar would be there, ready to zap him. Sure, Reggetar hadn't been seen for about 500 years or so but still, Terent had a feeling that when he was least expected, he'd come back.
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hannah montana
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Student - Amber, Clarik[M:1000]
broken words come from healing jaws.
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 28, 2007 22:37:00 GMT -5
"/Someone/? OH DEAR LORD!" Amber fell to her knees, screaming to the skies, for the second time. "I REPENT! I'M SORRY I KILLED THAT FROG IN SECOND GRADE! I'M SORRY I THREW MY BIBLE AT SOME RANDOM OLD LADY!! PLEASE BELIEVE MEEE!!" Amber broke down crying once more. "Terent...if those 'things' can heal my sorrows, I'd be happy to steal..er..borrow one from you," she said between sobs.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 22:52:51 GMT -5
Ozryel looked towards Israfel, ignoring Amber at the current moment, "Ah... he should be coming to..." He said in a placid tone, and a rather flat expression on his face, he was merely bored but watching someone come back from a coma was relatively interesting. Israfel moaned as he sat up, his arms and body sore from the point-blank and somewhat powerful attack he endured when he was unconscious, he was about to say something to Cecil but he froze and looked towards Amber, "You okay?" he asked as he rubbed his head that honestly hurt like a bitch at the moment. Terent tossed Reba one of the dried shrooms from his pack, "Smoke it, eat it, I don't really care..." he said with a shrug. He then heald out a shroom for himself and he took out a lighter, he lit the shroom so it began smoldering and he then unscrewed one of the caps on his gaskmask-y thing and placed the shroom in the filter so that Terent was getting the smoke and fumes. So that's how you get high with a gasmask thing...
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hannah montana
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 28, 2007 22:56:55 GMT -5
Amber peeked up through her hands, then squealed and ran over and hugged Israfel. "He's ALLIIVE!" she screamed, Frankinstein style. "AAAHH I MISSED YOUUUU!"
[[whee fangirl! haha later guys. =] try not to go over 895049 pages while i'm gone =D]]
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Post by Arual on Jul 28, 2007 23:03:52 GMT -5
Cecil gave a direct look to Israfel when Amber ran over to him. So he was back like he was told. Now to reveal the end to their fight....the winner. The boy's red eyes stayed their dark crimson shade and continued to wonder what was going to happen. Gerro was out like a light and Shana disappeared at the moment. The boy's foot slid onto an angle, out of habit maybe? Maybe not.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 23:26:05 GMT -5
Israfel looked over towards Cecil, "What's with beating up the unconscious guy, eh!?!?" he exclaimed, obviously he wasn't very happy, though he didn't sound psychotic... more so just a tad bit pissed, though there was a joking edge in his voice. He glared at Cecil, even though he was being hugged, and hugged rather tightly that didn't seem to be exactly good for him at the moment. "You're one annoying son of a bitch." He said as he shook his head and began scraping himself up off the ground and he brushed the dust from his outfit and his hair, yellow eyes looked around as if he was perfectly fine though the fact that his movements were slowed and he winced every now and then, it could be guessed that he truly wasn't.
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Post by Arual on Jul 28, 2007 23:31:24 GMT -5
"I've been told that once before." he said in a slight mock and in that calm tone he always has. The attack worked half force. That's better then what it was a year ago when he first started using it. And if that's the strength it weilded now- he could only imagine what it was full force. The boy's locks of hair blew backwards as he watched Israfel get to his feet slowly, his red eyes watching closely. Especially that mark.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 23:54:48 GMT -5
Israfel looked towards Cecil, he said nothing but he realized that Cecil was looking at the scar on his palm. Israfel clenched his hand into a fist, hiding the scar, "What about it?" he asked, resentment clung to his voice. His black hair rustled in the breeze as he opened his hand again and he looked at the scar himself, he hadn't had it for long but already it was the bane of his existance. He didn't do much at the moment, his mind still swimming though it normally wasn't like this- it could be guessed that such a thing happened after SUSTAINING HEAVY INJURIES WHILE OUT COLD! but then again, it was just a guess.
Terent's eyes got all droopy like as he stood there and he half collapsed and half sat on the ground as his purple eyes got all drowsy and starry, his mouth open slightly as he continued to inhale shroom fumes, colors warped the world... oh wait! Was he seeing music again?
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Post by Arual on Jul 29, 2007 0:04:20 GMT -5
"Nothing really," he responded, his own scar that ran down his whole arm giving off a pins and needles feeling. His eyes looked like he was remembering something while he seemed to look as though he was waiting to continue the fight.
I can still feel those chains around my hands and feet....growing tighter and tighter as I take each breath from my lungs....
Cecil thought back a moment, back to where he was trying to save Kari- his only friend and so close that he could be accounted for as a brother. Cecil's foot sug into the dirt as it slid to more of an angle.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 29, 2007 0:18:21 GMT -5
Israfel frowned, "I'm not going to fight you again..." He said with an annoyed tone as he rolled his eyes, "Why do you want to continue the conflict so badly?" He asked, "To be honest, you should see a shrink or something." his thumb moved accross the scar on his palm lightly and he sat gingerly on a headstone, wincing slightly as he did so. He slid the knuckle dusters from his hands and slipped them into a pockets on his belt where they rested, silently telling his former opponent that he no longer wished to fight right now. He already found out what he needed, he knew his limit which would come in handy if he ever had to defy the mark, which was very likely.
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Post by Arual on Jul 29, 2007 0:38:16 GMT -5
(since ill be away for the week- the deal will be posted here: Against Israfel... i have one time GM privledge. ^^)
"I didn't plan to, Israfel." he told him straight out. Cecil's face bore past his opponent, and into the dead set of wooded trees. The painful memory of his own scar made him wince. He couldn't save him! He...he couldn't... stop his death that day...he was too weak to save Kari. He looked away from the general direction of Israfel and back to his center.
....I feel like I'm at the bottom of the ocean sometimes....
At the words of not wanting to fight him, Cecil's numb body practically collapsed all by itself; the only thing steady enough to be considered in control, were his two arms. The scared limb that was clear as day to notice was outstretched. Everything hurt...not one muscle was unpulled and every movement hurt. He decided to be on bedrest for the next two months once he got back.
....not being able to breath and everything heavier then normal....
The scar was healed fully, but the pulsing pain remained permident for some reason. So, not only was he given a daily reminder about the accident- but had to suffer every once and a while from it. Cecil's eyes shut and his legs lay themselves out flat to the ground as they couldn't do anything else right now and his one arm supported his back,while the other with the scar was totally laxed altogether.
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hannah montana
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Student - Amber, Clarik[M:1000]
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 29, 2007 10:57:51 GMT -5
Amber plopped on the ground, her legs outstretched and her hands on her toes. "Okay, how come everyone has these weirdo scars? I'm feeling left out. Maybe I should just stab myself through my leg and give myself one so I can have something to talk about." She glanced at her shroom, then at Terent. "Uhm. Oookaay. Thanks for giving me drugs, Terent." Amber grinned. [[pseuflskdjfwlaetrwlietr lol i wrote down "sometimes i feel like i'm at the bottom of the ocean." XD as soon as i read that i was like "....fuck, that's good " hahahahaha XDDDD]]
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 29, 2007 12:11:16 GMT -5
Gerro slowly came around with the feeling that he had just been ran over by a steam roller, and perhaps Allysa had been in that steam roller, and thus had backed up and rode over him thrice again just for the spite of it. She was one hellofa [/li][li]itch, that Allysa.... [Insert w or b for the *, mattering on your sensibilities]
"Oh man," he groaned, biting his lip and getting to his sprightly feet. One of his wings was bent in several places, looking much like a five year old had made an attempt at an origami swan out of it.
At a glance, it seemed the battle was over. Cecil was down, but that was natural. The kid was always pushing himself to his limit. Train for five days straight with no sleep and only protein shakes, follow it up with a nice slightly life threatening battle, and then stay in the Infirmary for the next four days in solid KOed sleep. It had to be unhealthy. Why did he do it?
Gerro decided to get in touch with his inner emo, for the answers might be found there. Suddenly he was in a windswept gray world of thundering storms, darkness, chains, errr mascara... He was one with the Cecil Emo. The Cecil Emo was him.
"Aha!" Gerro said in a flat, Cecil Emo voice. "I always train to find solitude and so that when I finally find sleep, I am too exhausted and drained to dream. Dreams of my dark, agonizing past that no one else can understand." Gerro then shook his head and his eyes caught that happy-go-lucky gleam again, and looked slightly frightened.
Emo was very addictive. More than mushrooms. He must stay away from the dark side or be forever consumed by Emo, even though an odd thought crossed his mind about looking metro-sexually sexy in mascara. No!!! Fight it!
"Did it work?" Mary trembled, refusing to look. "No," Allysa breathed hatefully. "C-can we leave now?" "It's this damn school. I swear that bastard only became a teacher because of the supernatural protection surrounding this place. Otherwise I'd just run up and stuff this up his--" "Lyss!" Mary wailed softly, cutting her off. Allysa regretfully released her bazooka. "Yeah, alright. Come on, let's go poison his next meal."
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 29, 2007 14:47:51 GMT -5
Jatza turned to Ozzie even more. "I'm interested because I'm a very curious being. I always have been." Then Gerro stirred, a bit, waking up. She poked him again, turning away from the Death Angel. "Finally! It was getting boring, watching Terent get high again. By the way, Terent, why would you give Amber drugs?" She asked with a laugh. She looked at his wings, seeing that they were unlike her own, and realizing one was bent. Having never experienced a bent wing, she asked, "Does it hurt when one of your wings are bent?"
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 29, 2007 15:03:52 GMT -5
"Well, I guess no one cares that I just had a suicidal episode," Amber sniffed sardonically. "Gerro, do you have any clue /why/ there was a random brick thrown at you? Oh! To celebrate that none of us are dead--" She paused to glance up at Ozzie. "--except for that guy, sorta kinda maybe--IT'S SHROOM TIME!!" Amber shoved the mushroom right on her nose, inhaling deeply. Then her pupils dialated and she giggled, looking at Issy. "Can you see my peepils? Wait no. Popils?"
[[WHEEE =D haha that's what my friend said once. "CAN YOU SEE MY PEEPILS? POOPILS? D: i can't talk" XDDDDD i love that kid.]]
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