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Post by jenn on Mar 24, 2006 17:58:03 GMT -5
OOC: please feel that you can join in with short replies if you want!! - even tho the replies seem to be getting longer.... even one sentence is fine! the more people participate the better.
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Post by Tim on Mar 26, 2006 11:31:08 GMT -5
The door flung open! IT WAS THE POLICE! Someone had tipped Cyrus to the local Vice Squad.
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Post by Cindy on Mar 26, 2006 12:56:11 GMT -5
"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Cyrus panicked as he could only imagine how many guns pointing at his back.
"Oh man oh man oh man......... I'M SCREWED!"
At that moment the tin man's eyes lit up a glowing red.
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Post by Advent Childhe on Mar 29, 2006 12:52:49 GMT -5
"Put your hands up where I can see them!" the policeman called out. Harsh beams of light from the police flash lights blinded Cyrus temporarily. "Son, put your hands up!"
Cyrus squinted in the light and nodded slightly. But as he loosened his grip he could feel the canvas that covered Lesli loosen. He quickly grabbed it tight again.
"Son! I'm not going to tell you another time. Put your hands up and step away from the girl!!"
"I can't!" Cyrus said. He tried to move both himself and Lesli back from the police, but hit his foot on something hard and metallic. In the white wash of the powerful lights, he could see a pair of red electronic eyes.
Metal shafts slid silently from eachother as the tin man expanded to an enormous height. The tin man swung its appendages at the bewildered police and swatted them aside like nothing.
By now stray bullets were everywhere; the gunshot blasts could be heard between the crashing of metalic fists.There was only thought in Cyrus' mind
"I got to get to Leon's Club house...they'll never find me there!"
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
PS: Wow.. that was a hard hole to get out of
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Post by Tim on Apr 1, 2006 9:25:52 GMT -5
Cyrus ran... "This is not happening... This is not happening... This is not happening..." he repeated to himself as he ran to Leon's Club house. He was four-fifths there when he stopped dead. He realized he left the Lesli clone behind. He stopped and wondered... Did the police see him? Did anyone see his face?
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Post by Velata on Apr 2, 2006 1:41:06 GMT -5
... May I...?
Cyrus thought of the "Leslie Double", but decided against going back for her. If he gets caught himself, he'd be in bigger trouble than where he already were.
Cyrus thought of the skeletal sentinel that he left behind. Those glowing red eyes bespoke something rather sinister. He was also secretly worried about the policemen who were tipped off to capture him. Would they get hurt seriously by that metallic guard?
Most importantly, Cyrus thought of the sudden arrival of the police. Who in the world could have tipped them off? Who could have known that he could be found right there, at that specific moment? He shuddered at the thought, and thought of Simon. If it wasn't for that phone call... he would have been running right beside Cyrus at this moment, towards Leon's.
"Leon's club house" was a dark little watering-hole situated in the bowels of a dark little alley. The proprietor, Leon, was a tall man of about 30; rumoured to be the best underground engineer around and "a man who can get things." Cyrus was introduced to Leon by Simon, and therefore knew that if anything went wrong, Leon was probably the person to see.
"I wonder what Leon would do...?" Cyrus thought to himself. "I wonder if he knew anything that we don't?"
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Post by Genna on Apr 6, 2006 8:25:33 GMT -5
Leon eyed the clock on the wall. Cyrus should be here any minute now, he thought. He buried his tired dark eyes in his great palms and wondered if he did the right thing tipping off the police. Yes, it most certainly was the right thing, he concluded, but the boy doesn't have to know about it yet
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Post by Tim on Apr 9, 2006 19:00:46 GMT -5
Cyrus staggered in, all drenched from the rain storm that was pounding the grounds throughout an April evening.
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Post by Advent Childhe on Apr 9, 2006 19:27:54 GMT -5
Greetings:
"What the hell happened to you boy?" Leon asked a soaked Cyrus. Cyrus waved the club-owner's hand away and stumbled upon a cracked leather easy chair. Cyrus gulped the air in large wet gulps and took his time getting adjusted to the dark environment of the club.
Some time agao the club used to be a rather hot spot for the university students. Over the weekends, the place would be full of young people, looking at and looking forwards to each other on the dance floor. However, the dreaded exams have come, almost unexpectedly, and Leon's Clubhouse has once again fallen into obscurity.
"Leon," Cyrus said as he calmed down his heaving chest. "The cops... Simon... a clone... Lesli...Cops came... I left her there... don't know what to do."
"Whoa hold on there, kiddo," Leon pushed a glass of water towards Cyrus. "Simon did it huh? He made that clone machine of his work...."
"Yeah... damn"
"And you left the clone there?" Leon couldn't believe this. That was NOT a part of his plan. Simon will have to pay for this mess.
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
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Post by Pocket on Apr 13, 2006 11:32:39 GMT -5
Night soon fell...
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Post by Velata on Apr 14, 2006 4:01:23 GMT -5
... May I...?
A phone rang on the counter of Leon's bar. The noise startled both men. Cyrus almost jumped from his seat.
Leon went to pick up the phone, " 'Ello, Leon's...?"
Leon didn't get very far. He heard the voice on the other side and winced. It was Simon.
"Hey! What the Hell happened!? I took two seconds to see the prof and came back to a warzone! The Police took everything! Even the deflated clone!"
Leon did a double take: "The what....?"
Simon grumbled on the other side: "That chick.... what's her name again? The one that Cyrus.... " A pause followed, and Simon lowered his voice. "Cyrus's with you, right? Is he OK?"
"Yeah...he's here all right," Leon looked over to Cyrus, who's still drenched and shivering. "He'll be OK. But what's this deflated clone that you were talkin' about?"
Simon breathed out a sigh of relief that only he could hear. He also decided to ignore Leon's question. "Tell him to stay put. I'm coming..."
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always make it thoughtful
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Post by always make it thoughtful on Apr 22, 2006 14:29:48 GMT -5
Simon raced out to Leon's as fast as he could. He was at Leon's door when he realized that in haste he didn't wear his shoes. He was still wearing flip flops! Pink flip-flops with orange sunflowers and baby blue pedals made out of extruded plastic. He was at a crossroads: Should he go into Leon's and deal with the situation at hand, knowing that his friends will laugh at him forever? Or should he run back home and change to his trademark garrison army boots, which always enhanced his macho image? It's would be a good half hour to go back and do this, and the storm didn't appear to be yielding.
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Post by Genna on Apr 22, 2006 14:50:31 GMT -5
He couldn't kid himself. Army boots of course. (OOC: ^hahahahah to last post) He raced back but he stopped abruptly when his house came into sight. Someone was at his door, apparently waiting for him to answer. Is it her? She notices him and turns.
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Post by Suz on Apr 23, 2006 10:27:53 GMT -5
‘Aw crap….not now….I don’t need this right now’ he thought.
She gave him a quick once-over and smirked when her deep-purple eyes rested on his flip flops. Simon gave her a half smile, gritted his teeth and ducked as she quickly threw a dagger at his head. Just barely missing his ear, it whistled past with an eerie echo of a woman singing.
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Post by Velata on Apr 24, 2006 3:28:06 GMT -5
... May I...?
"Why do you do this everytime we meet, Mina?" Simon asked when he had a chance to lock gazes with those deeply purple eyes. "What did I ever do to you?"
"It's exactly what you didn't do that makes me do these things!" Mina snorted, still half-hidden in the shadows. "Besides, what's the fun in playing nice?"
Simon shook his head, trying not to look at his flip-flops. "Mina, I don't have time for this right now. You remember Cyrus, right? He's in trouble, and he's at Leon's. I need to get to him right now!" He grabber her shoulders, shaking her slightly in emphasis.
Mina sneered again: "Why do you think I'm here? I'm here to prevent you from going, of course!"
"Look," Simon was getting impatient. "I need this right now. I got Cyrus into trouble, and I need to bail him out of it. Do you understand?"
Mina pushed Simon back into his own apartment, and closed the door, without giving him a chance to say another word. Only when the door was secursly fastened did she speak again: "Simon, you can't go to Cyrus right now. He's safer alone."
Simon couldn't believe his ears: "What? Why?!"
Mina looked aroud them cautiously and whispered: "Because I know who's behind all this. I know who called the cops and why. And you are both in danger."
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