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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:27 am
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Angie self consciously tugged gently at her shirt, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with its super low cut and the artistic tears all over it, showing off large amounts of skin. "Angel is my street name. This isn't a street, so don't call me that," she told him, her expression blank as she tried to think. "Any person on the street can steal. And I'm just good with people, you know? I think you're kind of crazy." But even as she argued her point, she felt an ache deep inside her, wanting to take his offer and leave. "So. If I'm to join you, or whatever, what's the catch? What is it that I can 'help' you with? And, I ask again, who the ******** was that guy and why was he trying to get me?" She looked down at Haze and continued stroking his heart gently as she spoke. It was... a little surreal. But judging from the bruises she felt from being tossed around, she wasn't dreaming.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:03 am
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Rex stood upright again, wincing in pain from the quick counter-strike. 'Quick,' he thought. 'That was damn near lighting...' Rubbing his side, he turned again to face Roland, nodding his comprehension. "Wow," was all he could manage at first, a little out of breath. "...You sure know your stuff. At least you have something useful to work with. I just..." he clenched his fist, not moving it from his side, and caused Roland's shadow to contort wildly, crawling up the leg of his pants by a few inches. "...shadows have always... fascinated me..." He spoke with a gently, soothing tone, quieted just above a whisper. He smiled as he continued to stretch and twist the shape of Roland's shadowy figure. "...if only..." he continued, still soft, still coaxing. "...if only I could do more with it..."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 10:35 am
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 3:01 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 5:28 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:48 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:48 pm
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Angie looked at him for a long moment, thinking. She then sat down comfortably, and continued to stroke Haze's heart. "Let me explain something to you, mister all-knowing. When a person uses their body as an object of sex to get money... they stop thinking of it as their own after a while. They stop thinking at all. Their life becomes sex; each customer, and the money they bring, is the only thing that exists. If what you're offering is true, then everything I've known for my whole life is gone. I am nothing. There is nothing inside me. You seem to know a lot about me? Then you know just how long this has been going on. What else have I done with my life? Nothing. I haven't had the chance. I don't know anything else. I can't... just stop. So if no one knows what I 'once was', then everyone will know me as an empty shell, because there's nothing else inside me!" She screamed the last sentence at him, filling the words to the brim with her internal anguish. She wanted to cry, but her eyes weren't even damp. She took the paper and signed it without even looking, not caring about what she was doing. "There." She went back to stroking Haze's heart, not looking at anyone or anything in particular.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 5:08 am
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 5:29 am
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Angie whispered, "thank you," to Haze softly, then stood up and took the box under her arm, resting it on the curve of her hip. "Yes sir," she responded to X sharply. "Of course, the fact that I'm technically a professional doesn't seem to have crossed your mind. It seems your head is too high in the clouds to take into account the lives and feelings of others. Whatever suits your purpose, eh? Whatever fulfills your needs and gets the job done." She looked thoughtfully at the servants. "How much are they getting paid? Are they slaves by any other name, to smell as sweet? I wonder if I've really signed up with the good guys or not. Funny how neither side gives you real, full information, eh? Like the movies. They just say 'join us!' and we're supposed to leap like a dog and say 'where do I sign?'" She sighed as she realized she was rambling, and headed behind the curtains. "So really, I just don't like you. You haven't made the best first impression on me, you could say. So when I want to, I will leave. I will leave, and there ain't no power in the 'verse can stop me. Trust me." With that, she goes behind the curtains and begins to change.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 11:58 am
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 2:44 pm
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 5:06 pm
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Rex was unable to react in time, having put a bit too much focus into his shadow-play. He took the punch hard, feeling a bit sick as all the air left his lungs instantly. "Urgh..." he groaned, holding his stomach and bending forward a bit, the shadow returning to normal. "You sure know how to throw 'em..." Stayed in his position for a minute as his breathing struggled back to normal. As his stomach pain subsided, however, he found himself perplexed and fascinated with the strange phenomenon occurring under his foot.
In the midst of his own shadow, his foot was actually slipping downward into the floor. Rather, it was slipping- 'into the shadow..?' he thought curiously. Without saying a word, he slowly lifted his foot, dislodging it from the shadow instantly. "Interesting..." he muttered at almost a whisper, placing his foot back down. Expecting his foot to sink in as before, however, it merely connected with the hard marble and stopped. "What... the..." He stood straight again, still staring at his foot, puzzling. He looked at the mercenary, who hadn't taken his eyes off his opponent the entire time. "Did you..." he began, but then he shook the thought away, deciding it was for another time.
'Alright, where were we?' he asked himself wordlessly. Then he lunged at Roland, crouching down a bit and aiming a punch towards his solar plexus. As he stepped forward, and without his knowing, his foot sank an inch or so into the shadow again, which only served to anchor his foot better. Rex was completely unaware.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 8:54 pm
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((Gorramit, cheque is a word. stressed It's the Canadian spelling. Screw you, Firefox spell check.))
Angie huffed as she slipped off her shirt, knowing she was being a bit of a drama queen, but X was just pissing her off so much... as she reached into the box for the new shirt, she saw a cheque for 500... no, 5,000, no... 50,000 dollars?! What? She picked it up and read it over several times. They'd spelled her last name right. Even used her correct first name. This was... weird. She slowly placed it back in the bottom of the box, and continued getting dressed, very slowly, looking at the cheque all the while, thinking. Angie folded up the cheque gently and put it in her bra, then came out again, much calmer than before. She walked back over to Haze, sat down next to him, and resumed stroking his heart, ignoring X.
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