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Post by Drake White on Jul 8, 2007 16:34:38 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}“A perverted rapist doesn’t know the meaning of no until you’re waving his most prized item in his face and shoving a boot up his ass. So what are you doing out here? Just zombie hunting like myself? Didn’t see any blue men around here by chance did you?”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 8, 2007 17:09:42 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}“That works too, though I’ve found that men seem to avoid the person with a gun to their head in the first place. I’m just taking in the scenery on a slow night, of course, zombies were an unexpected perk. And unless you count the Blue Man Group I saw on a commercial through the window, not really, though I might have caught a whiff of a demon a while back before I smelled you. That help?”
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Post by Drake White on Jul 9, 2007 16:33:31 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}Ayanna nearly had a light of hope enter into her eyes, or perhaps that was just the blue flames that light slightly in her brown eyes whenever she gets excited. “It might be some help, if you could point the way you smelt said demon, I been having an urge to kick some demon buts, ever since I started owning the hell out of Devil May Cry 3.”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 9, 2007 17:13:57 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian shrugged, and closed her eyes, trying to mentally retrace her steps. She stood there for a moment, then looked up and gestured to her left. “That way, about two blocks down from here. It was over by the bowling alley and across the street from the Laundromat,” she said aloud, and glanced up at Ayanna, almost opening her mouth to ask for a finder’s fee. “I’ll be joining you, if ya don’t mind.”
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Post by Drake White on Jul 9, 2007 17:29:15 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}“Actually, I do mind. If it the devil I’m looking for it’s between me and it. I don’t want no third wheel half vampire being in the middle of it, no offense, personal deal so have a nice night,” Ayanna said with a wave and closing her car door starting the Firebird up about ready to drive off.......
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 9, 2007 18:07:48 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian didn’t seem to react, and if she did, she didn’t show it. Instead of a witty retort or a direct contradiction to what the woman said, Adrian calmly picked up the broken rope, tied it tight to the Firebird’s rear bumper, and held on to the other end as hard as her hands would let her. She wasn’t really in the mood to argue with the woman, so this was the easiest way to get it across.
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Post by Drake White on Jul 10, 2007 1:39:12 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}Not noticing what Adrian was doing in the next moment Ayanna stepped down on the gass and began to drive off, turning around to the direction where Adrian told her she smelt the scent and headed down the street not sure what was going on behind her car.
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 10, 2007 3:49:57 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian was pulled off her feet the second the gas booted up, and turned in the air so that she landed on her back, as to avoid grinding her face on the asphalt. The back of her coat was heating up quickly from the friction, and the bumps felt almost soothing in a way. Good thing this is a thick coat, she thought to herself as she was being dragged along, a slightly detached look on her face.
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