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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 2:05 am
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Roland looked around the room for a few seconds before saying "Humph. Classy." Roland walked over to the bed and flopped down and stared at the ceiling.
"What are you doing!? What kind of mercenary are you!? You get your a** handed to you by that guy, and then you just lay down and accept it!?"
"Ugh. Just go AWAY. It's only training, I'll live."
"Knock knock, anyone in there? Those were live rounds! All it would have taken is one shot to swing wide, then they' be cleaning your brain matter off the walls!"
"I'm not totally helpless you know. I am trained to be in situations like that. Mind you, the odds are never good, but still. I know what to do. And besides, even if my brains were plastered on the wall, one good thing would have come from it."
"Oh yeah? And what's that smart-a**? The fact that you wouldn't have to deal with me?"
"Exactly. I don't know who or what you are, but I'm getting a bit tired of being mentally assaulted by my own brain."
"Wow... you just don't get it do you? You seriously should have guessed it by now. How pathetic."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I know you?"
"Here's an idea. Why don't YOU use your own head for once, instead of me using it? If you do that, you might be able to figure it out. I'm not making any bets though."
"I don't KNOW! This whole situation with the Star Atters and the superpowers thing has got me confused! How the hell am I supposed to think with all that going on!?"
"Truly pathetic. It's a miracle your still alive right now. You must have gotten by on just luck, no way every idiot would be able to survive as long as you."
"Whatever, piss off. I'm tired, and I'm in no mood to listen to this." Roland said, and got up and went over to the gunrack. He selected a semi-auto Glock 9mm and made sure it was loaded. Satisfied to see that it was, he laid back down on top of the bed and set the gun on the nightstand. "I thing I just need sleep... This is getting ridiculous..." he said before he drifted off for a restful nap.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 12:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 12:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 12:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:54 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:09 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:15 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:35 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 12:43 pm
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Angie looked around the room with a sigh. It had been a very long time since she'd had a room to stay in. She sat down on the bed and lay down without getting under the covers and crossed her arms behind her head, thinking. Well, either I'm well and truly insane, or this is real. And if this is real... wow... She drifted off to sleep at some point, thinking about how she could turn her life around.
She awoke later with a jolt, rolling out of bed and hitting.... not hitting the floor. She had just been dreaming that she was in the Parthenon, except it was as though it was new instead of the modern day ruin, and she was being chased by a Minotaur with an AK-47, and she had golden shoes on that helped her run away faster, but at the same time they blinded her, so she couldn't see where she was going, and she had just gotten shot in the heart when she'd awoken.... She looked at the floor beneath her now that she was awake and found she wasn't touching it. Angie moved a hand to touch the floor, and she could, but the rest of her was hovering about an inch above the ground. She awkwardly attempted to stand, and eventually got up, and she looked down to find that the golden sandals from her dreams were on her feet. As soon as she realized this, she stopped hovering, and dropped to the ground.
I swear, they don't actually make you go blind. Funny dreams you have, there... Hope the shoes help you out a bit.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:56 am
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Roland awoke, and was instantly assaulted again.
"Wakey wakey... Why the HELL are you sleeping in an unfamiliar setting?"
"Oh you've got to be kidding me..." Roland thought aloud.
" 'fraid not, nitwit. I don't kid. I am seriously confused, maybe you can help me out."
"Oh really? You mean, the smart-a** that's been harassing me almost non-stop since I got here needs my help? I'm truly honored..." Roland thought, sarcastically.
"Ah hahaha, good one. Really. Anyway, here's what I want to know: How can you not be thinking that you should get the hell out of here? Why isn't the rest of your mind screaming at you to get out, that this isn't right?"
"Maybe because there's nothing incredibly suspicious going on... just a rich guy playing games. Either that, or this is all true... and I'm more apt to believe the former. wait a second... 'the rest of my mind'? You're... part of me?"
"DING DING, Tell him what he's won! Seriously, I was beginning to wonder! I knew you were stupid, but not THAT stupid."
"So wait... Part of my mind, yet I'm not in control of it? That's... unusual. UNLESS... This power thing isn't crap. But if that's the case, then your arguments about getting out of here... make absolutely no sense."
"Sure they do! Think about it. Remember earlier, during meditation? Oh, how that pissed you off! Suddenly, you were on fire... but it didn't hurt a bit. THEN, your encounter with the walking weapon rack... didn't it irritate you when you were forced to fight him with no weapons? hrrmmm?"
"So then... huh. I had already figured that fire was my power. That's why I've stayed. But... irritation triggers it? If so, that's going to get really annoying, having to get angry to use these powers..."
"Silly! Once you fully awaken, you won't need to. You'll be able to switch at will. You just need to get infuriated to awaken, then your body gets conditioned to it. Then, you can switch at will."
"Well, I suppose that's convenient. Anyway, I suppose I had better be seeing into... whatever it is I should be doing. I hardly think I should judt be sitting here all day." Roland thought, and stood up. He put the weapon away and walked out the door, into the hallway. "This having to be unarmed thing is irritating, I wish I could at least carry a pistol, or even one shuriken or something." He wandered around before he eventually stumbled upon Haze and the new girl. "Odd that I think of her as the new girl... I'm new too..." He then stood there silently, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.
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