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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 23, 2015 14:44:46 GMT -4
I lean myself against the wood, and look at my wounds.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 8:44:24 GMT -4
The blunt stick supports your weight. Barely. From what you can see, you have minor bruises lining your shoulders, chest, and stomach. Beyond that, you're bleeding from numerous spots. Perhaps the most dangerous of the wounds is the long, deep line on your stomach, which is leaking blood at a rapid rate. There's another gash above your eyebrow, which is why there's blood partially obstructing your vision currently. Your left pinky finger is twisted an odd way, likely from landing on it when you fell back. Your legs seem fine enough -- minor cuts from where the glass cut them. However, you'll need to get them all checked out soon, lest you bleed out.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 24, 2015 10:25:53 GMT -4
I flip out my phone and call 911.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 24, 2015 21:35:14 GMT -4
(hello?)
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 21:35:37 GMT -4
tomorrow man, tomorrow. pawz is tired and has no energy to double-check stuff. ]]
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 24, 2015 21:39:20 GMT -4
(but like
don't make this to the point a post a day)
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 22:34:40 GMT -4
i'm gonna lose my computer soon. it might just become that, sadly. //
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 24, 2015 22:35:11 GMT -4
i'm gonna lose my computer soon. it might just become that, sadly. // (Why) |
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 24, 2015 23:08:03 GMT -4
i don't own it, and summer school will soon end. //
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 25, 2015 8:14:40 GMT -4
Your action works. And although it takes a while to get through the server, you eventually connect. On the other end of the phone, a chipper, feminine voice says: "This is 911. Hello, how can I be of assistance?" Across the street. you can see the asked man attempting to placate the criminals. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be doing very well, for instead of apprehending them, as he undoubtedly originally planned, he, along with numerous, screaming citizens are floating in the air. The criminals are too -- though one looks close to escaping. There are news 'copters ahead filming every bit of it.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 25, 2015 8:44:08 GMT -4
"This... Is police commissioner... Aron Konstadt... There is a shop on smith boulevard and seventh street... It's... being robbed... I need... Medical... Attention..."
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 25, 2015 8:48:21 GMT -4
"Smith Boulevard and Seventh? An ambulance is on it's way!" The attendant chirped, sounding much too happy given the dire circumstances.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 25, 2015 8:59:35 GMT -4
Aron put down his phone, only to stare in shock at his messy and blood stained hands. He then looked at everything around him.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 25, 2015 9:11:40 GMT -4
People are still floating in the air, there's a heck lot of screaming. The masked man controlling gravity clearing isn't faring any better -- he doesn't seem to know how to put the levitating citizens down. You're the lucky one -- just out of the range of floating. Though, your dirty tie is drifting up, and if you attempt to get closer to him, it's likely your fate will end up just like the citizens.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 25, 2015 9:47:31 GMT -4
Aron looked around, albeit in amazement, but he was too tired to notice. Gosh, when's that ambulance coming?
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 25, 2015 9:58:31 GMT -4
and now we wait for roq. ]
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 25, 2015 19:02:14 GMT -4
and now we wait for roq. ] (pls save me) |
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 26, 2015 9:51:30 GMT -4
You can hear the distant sound of an ambulance alarm. From where you stand, you can see one of the thieves suspended within the gravity field. He's doing something.. odd. All of a sudden, a clone splits off from him, and the replicator somehow manages to hand off the stolen goods to his clone. The clone takes off running down the street, and from where you stand it looks as if it's going to pass right by you! He doesn't seem to notice you, at this rate. Meanwhile, the replicator within the gravity field suddenly melts and disappears. Woah. He must be a Class-B, or maybe even a Class-A replicator in order to accomplish that.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 26, 2015 15:59:20 GMT -4
I decided not to engage the assailant, as I am not in the shape to do so. Where's Roy? He's got to be somewhere.
(sorry i didn't reply earlier i was busy)
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jul 4, 2015 13:58:57 GMT -4
Do u exist
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Post by Pawzkat on Jul 15, 2015 9:07:11 GMT -4
Roy? Well, that's a question indeed. He seems to have disappeared; you can't pick him out among the mass of floating, screaming citizens. And yet, by your calculations, he should have been within that range, seeing as that was the direction he had rushed off too.
//read page two.//
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