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Post by Shader on Jan 4, 2010 23:59:21 GMT -5
Why isn't Herio cleared? I remember you saying something about that you read Herio's personal message before mine. Herio's performance so far has not met the criteria to be cleared. |
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Post by Shader on Jan 5, 2010 0:02:46 GMT -5
Okay, trying again here. Thanks for the advice Shader.  ____________ 28 flinched a little as the needle entered and 19 began repairs. It hurt a little, but the female knew that if she didn't get it fixed then things would be worse later on. 'Bad enough that I put it off this long...' At 22's question she had to pause a moment. "Depends on what you're asking about. If it's about my arm, the short version is it got ripped up by a new guy and some machines. If it's about what happened to you..." She buried her shame, figuring that it was 22 who had screamed earlier. She still wondered how she could have frozen up like that and not gone to help. "I wasn't really there. You'll have to ask 325 or 0." She smiled as 19 finished the repairs to her arm and patted the medic's shoulder in silent gratitude. The momentary peace was shattered though with 325's call to arms. "We aren't catching any breaks tonight are we?" she asked to no-one in particular. She turned back to 19 making sure the doll could read her lips. "You're probably going to get more wounded soon." With those words, 28 ran out of the infirmary and out into the rain with the others, her bolas at the ready. To Hackerwarrior: Loads better. ^^ You're cleared, too! |
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Post by Shader on Jan 5, 2010 0:05:08 GMT -5
For 6&7Fan:
I don't think anyone's going to take it has "showing off" if you post more than they do. XD
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Post by tomahachi on Jan 19, 2010 5:18:23 GMT -5
Whoa, I didn't see this, sorry ^^;
Here's my writing sample, this is my best (and longest) post I've done so far, I tend to not write much:
'With 28 gone from the infirmary tent, 19 and 22 were yet again alone.
19 turned to rearrange the supplies, again, completely unaware of what was going on around.
22 was still a bit out of it. He couldn't think clearly, and still needed some time to recover.
Amongst all the commotion, a large snake-like beast snuck its way into the warehouse. It snuck in through a hole in the wall, in the back. It silently slithered around, inside the walls, under the floorboards, somehow finding it's way to the second floor. It's forked wire tongue flickered, 'tasting' the air. Following a faint electrical current, it slid across the floor and into the infirmary.
19 froze, suddenly feeling a sinister force behind her. She turned to face it, but it was too late. A flash of silver was all she saw and an intense pain coursed through her body.
The snake sunk it's fangs deep inside her body, releasing a powerful acid-like venom into her systems.
19 silently screamed as the beast retracted its fangs.
The venom instantly took effect, eating away, dissolving her systems. 19 fell to her hands and knees, unable to do anything as the venom ate away at her insides.
22 watched, terrified about what he just witnessed.
The snake flicked it's tongue again, then turned to face 22. It hissed then started to mover toward him.
22 was frozen with fear, unable to move his body. He stared at the beast as it slowly moved closer toward him. He still couldn't move. The group's only medic was dieing and now he was about to die as well. All he could do was let out a horrified scream that echoed throughout the entire building.
Just as the snake was about to attack, it suddenly hissed and flung it's head back.
19 somehow managed to move through the pain and stabbed the beast with her over-sized pocketknife.
The snake turned, and tried to bite her again, but missed.
With this distraction, 22 got to his feet and ripped some wires off of one of the lights. He stood in front of 19 as it attacked again.
As the beast struck froward, 22 held out the wires connecting them with the beast's fangs.
A powerful surge of electricity shocked the beast, throughout its body. It hissed, then pulled its head back. It flung it's head around for a moment, knocking over almost everything it could, then fell with a loud crash.
22 panted, trying to catch his breath. He moved to 19 and held her in his arms, "19?.." he quietly asked her, "19, I know you've seen this beast before..where's the 'antidote' you made for it?"
19's vision was blurred, she couldn't read his lips clearly, but she understood what he asked. She slowly pointed off to a box that was by her bed.
22 looked where she pointed then carefully laid her down. He got up and quickly rushed over to the box. He opened the box and pulled out a small blue bottle. Inside the bottle was a mix of chemicals that 19 had mixed together to stop the acid, she just called it an antidote for the heck of it. He took the bottle over to 19, then opened it and started to slow pour the stuff into where she was bitten.
19 winced in pain, then seemingly calmed down. She closed her eyes.
22 held her in his arms, hoping that she was just sleeping. He carefully picked her up and took her over to her bed. He laid her down and covered her with a blanket, then sat by her side.'
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Post by herio on Jan 30, 2010 3:24:45 GMT -5
city was silent and desalt the sky was blanketed with charcoal gray clouds still the stars glimmered threw allowing the city with a bit of light.
A bitter breeze blew threw the city rustling paper and playing with cans a small machine with the skull of a rat. Its crimson eyes gazing into the darkness’s was looking in the darkness for stitch punks a kind of living rag doll. a small one had been the order
It had lost contact with the others. These kinds travel in packs and his pack had despaired over night after hearing a strange sound a kind of growl and the appearance of the small one
There was a sound from the rubble behind it. It ran over to investigate it dug threw the ruble no one was there. Then kind of low growling sound came from behind .
the rat machine panicked ran at breakneck speed away from it rat machine fled threw the destroyed city. into a destroyed house.
it was trapped the machine tuned to face the "small one"
it the darkness made it impossible to make out anything beyond the shape of an a small stitch punk a bit bigger then five inches tall
the rat machine trembled seeing his weapon a large sliver jaw bone razed above his head it tried to escape but it was imposable it was trapped
the small stitch punk slams it into its head spikes digging in in head there was a
“ crack” and it fell to the ground
the small stitch punk removed the club from its head then paused and glances a group of his own kind and runs off
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Post by Parasitc Love on Feb 11, 2010 0:35:43 GMT -5
The air was frigid on this day. The dark gray clouds covered the skies. No sunlight could penetrate through them, nor could its warmth reach the ground that longed for it. As the morning continued, white powder slowly fell onto the ruined city. It could have been a beautiful sight if it weren’t for some of the corpses of small dead animals that littered the streets, but it was still an amazing sight. For some of the new life here, this was a new experience to them, but not to some. It was just plain old snow falling. Covering the streets and making the day even harder on them.
222 slowly quickened her pace on trying to find a face place away from this freezing weather. If she got caught out in this weather she would get stuck. That was the last thing she wanted. You may never know when some machine might come at you. Atleast in a building you might find safety, but it was hard trying to find a place that hasn't completely collapsed.
As the stitchpunk scurried through the streets, she had finally found a safe place. It was a hotel that almost seemed untouched from the war and nature. Well it did have a few cracks here and there, but it was still perfect building to hide in to get away from the snow that was falling down. 222 nodded to herself in her success of finding a place as she slowly walked toward it. She slowly slipped through the hotel door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges at anytime.
The lobby room of the hotel was enormous, but the inside was just so sad. The wallpaper on the walls was falling off, and they were also stained from the water leaked through the broken pipes behind the walls. The furniture was also stained and ripped up. Well, 222 didnt really care about the condition of this place, as long it keeps her from that horrid weather. Now she could relax for once in her short life. Hopefully it would stay that way for quite along time.
This is terrible...Isnt it? I couldnt find my best one...This was a quickie...Very quickie...
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