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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 1:07:47 GMT -5
"Dat better?" He asked. "You gon' be alrigh', petite?"
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Post by Jessy on Oct 17, 2005 1:09:20 GMT -5
I nodded slowly, still not quite up to speaking.
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 1:11:30 GMT -5
"Good," Francois said. "Now, want to tell me what' 'appening, hm?"
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Post by Jessy on Oct 17, 2005 1:13:09 GMT -5
"I heard there were people here who could help me."
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 1:14:25 GMT -5
"Wit what, if I may ask?" Francois asked. Goody two shoes straight laces? Oh what fun LA will be.
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Post by Jessy on Oct 17, 2005 1:19:26 GMT -5
"My dad."
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 1:32:40 GMT -5
"Really?" Francois said calmly, with a little more ice than he'd meant. "An' what, pray tell, 'as dear ol' papa done to make you so frightened?"
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Post by Maya on Oct 17, 2005 4:36:51 GMT -5
LA, finally. I had heard so much about it- when i was a kid about how wonderful it was, and then later, about the underlying networks of evil. I was relatively new at being a slayer, sure, but i knew i was good, and my magic gave me an upper hand few could match. Willow had warned me not to over use it- apparently i didnt have the control just yet. I wasnt so sure. I was more powerful than she realised. Now to find some of this scum... I walked into the bar, which had a mystical stench of demonic activity. All my clothes were designed to excentuate my toned, curvy body, and my hair hung loose in gentle curls to frame a face i knew was handsome, and to brush my neck to tempt those i sought. I was my own bait, my own trap, and it was what i lived for. I scanned the room, and immediately my attention was drawn to the man who reeked of evil, speaking to a distressed little girl, a vampire sitting nearby them. I smirked reached my lips, it was playtime.
((Slightly more cocky version of Maya to play with!))
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 4:39:11 GMT -5
(((Oh, funnage! How will she deal with the conundrum that is Francois.)))
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Post by Jessy on Oct 18, 2005 0:48:47 GMT -5
"Nothing!" I denied automatically. "Something. Something bad."
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Post by Doc on Oct 18, 2005 0:55:56 GMT -5
"How bad?"
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Post by Jessy on Oct 18, 2005 0:57:52 GMT -5
"Bad."
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Post by Doc on Oct 18, 2005 1:02:30 GMT -5
"What 'appened?" he asked. "You can tell me. I won' let anyt'in' 'appen to you."
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Post by Jessy on Oct 18, 2005 1:09:54 GMT -5
I couldn't say it, but I pulled up the sleeve of my top a little.
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Post by Doc on Oct 18, 2005 1:13:13 GMT -5
He gasped at the giant, hand sized bruise on her arm, shaking in rage.
"'Ow far be'ind you is 'e?"
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