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Nov 23, 2009 22:25:26 GMT -5
Post by Arel on Nov 23, 2009 22:25:26 GMT -5
119 hung onto 0's scarf smiling. She drew her teddy closer to her as her 'father' cooed to her, smiling back down at her.
She looked around. "So-Someth-thing out t-ther--?" she stuttered, her voice box cutting out.
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Nov 23, 2009 22:26:20 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 22:26:20 GMT -5
28 nodded. "Let's go." She took off in the direction 68 was pointing, knife at the ready.
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Nov 23, 2009 23:17:45 GMT -5
Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 23, 2009 23:17:45 GMT -5
0 frowned deeply, his mouth hidden behind his lopsided scarf. he closed his single optic, and opened it on to be shocked by the sudden light in the book room.
Losing his train of thought, he beamed broadly, "He got them to work! That'a boy!"
"119, let's go see 22! He finally got the lgihts to work, and now we can see!" 0 exalaimed. He carefully set the girl on the ground, but knelt down so she could slip onto a sitting postion on the grove of his interior metal spine. He held her legs on either side of his body and stood up, turning to the others.
"I'll take her from here, 88. Fair thee well, 11."
11 waved a bit as he ran briskly out of the room, "Fair thee well, Zippy~!"
She turned on her metal toe, looking about the room.
"... Hmm... I like it this bright... now I don't have to squint when I write!" 11 said, smiling broadly. "Tell me, double digit sister... do you rmemeber any stories from the 1st world? Any memories at all?"
The leader ran swiftly across the metal floor, his scarf waving around 119 and going behind them. Apon reaching the elevator, he place the girl down and began to pull the lever to lower it to the 1st floor.
He looked down to 119, and smiled, "I guess tonight you can stay up a wee bit... But I warn you, you'll be tired in the morning! You okay with that?"
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Nov 23, 2009 23:20:05 GMT -5
Post by minespatch on Nov 23, 2009 23:20:05 GMT -5
Grunting, the one armed stitchpunk took a clutch of the ground. Thankfully, it was mostly dirt. Twent's legs were inoperational at the moment, leaving his torso the living portion.
With a bit of courage, 20 decided to move forward looking for more to explore. First of all, he needed to find his duster and thread-roll. They were his closest effects and it usually figured ways of using those two items.
Even though the thread roll was important, Twent's true obligation was to find his love, the coat. His coat was named Abitha. In solitude, he heard the coat "speak" to it several times.
At times, their conversations would be about what direction to take. Abitha, being "female", took to "her" idea of helping. In reality, the isolation and imaginary love interest helped him cope with his growing insanity and schitzophrenia.
His face had that of a tired asperation yet a ongoing conviction. A strength that pushed him on and on. Though, as a hour passed, not even a conviction couldn't help him at this point where his reach of going forward to find his Abitha was ending with a face pushed into the dirt.
At that very point, he decided to close his eyes, figuring that he was dieing.
Though, unbeknowest the stitchpunk, Wheel, the onlooking wheel machine, noticed with concern. He squeeled his wheel as he drove toward him. With it's two arms, Wheel took a arm and and placed it's length around the machine. Awakening slowly, Twent to his annoyance saw Wheel and tried any calls to go away. Empty threats and curses had no effect on the machine.
"insolent fool... You'll do anything to help me, huh?" He sighed to his chagrin. It was the beginning of a new partnership, even though reluctant.
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Nov 23, 2009 23:35:01 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 23, 2009 23:35:01 GMT -5
"A story? Wow, I mainly remember music... But there is this one book that I remember, about a family of all girls who faced trial and hardships, yet joy and togetherness... I believe it was called Little Women..."
The female stitchpunk fidgeted a bit trying to conjure more of the story into her immediate memory. Her hands moved in a nervous way, a strange tune flowing from her hands. Subconsciously, her hands moved to a more natural position and flow, the song played quick and light-hearted. She suddenly stopped, lowering her head.
"I'm sorry, I tend to play when I'm nervous or thinking..."
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68, given encouragement, took off after 28, easily catching up to the female. He clicked and chirped in tense excitement as the two closed in on the figure.
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Nov 24, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Arel on Nov 24, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -5
119 nodded. She reached up, gripping 0's hand with her free one. She cuddled her teddy, staring off into what seemed to be space. She thought for a moment.
"D-add-dy?" she looked up to him. He seemed to look down at her, awaiting the rest of her statment or question but the little stitchpunk shook her head, smiling. "N-Never-mi-nd."
"W-We seei-in' 2-22?" she smiled, excitedly. She gave a small yawn.
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Nov 24, 2009 1:36:34 GMT -5
Post by tomahachi on Nov 24, 2009 1:36:34 GMT -5
22 slowly set the wires down then looked around to find something to cover them. He happened to find a roll of electrical tape and just used that.
He taped the wires together, so they wouldn't separate, then sighed with a smile.
Holding the roll of tape, he jumped down from where he was. When he landed in the floor, he stumbled over a rock and fell flat on his face. "......ow...." he mumbled face down in the dirt.
He sat up and shook his head. "Well," he said to himself, "at least I didn't get shocked..."
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After sitting there for who-knows-how-long...19 eventually laid down in her bed, but she didn't go to sleep, she laid there looking out into the room.
She was happy that no one was hurt, but she was also a little sad that she was alone.
Being deaf, her world was silent. She hated being alone, it made her feel like she was the only one in the world. Though...she never left the infirmary, unless they needed her elsewhere.
She hated to be alone, but she also caused it herself by staying in the room.
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Nov 24, 2009 3:05:33 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 24, 2009 3:05:33 GMT -5
21 was alone in a room fast a sleep leaning on the robot spider he killed spear poking up out of it back 21 had been fighting for the last few days and had fallen from light to deep very fast being up so high and sacred of most of the machine population he thought he was safe as he could get
didn’t see that his hiding place had been found by 68, 28 and 325 and they where coming to get him
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Nov 24, 2009 13:05:24 GMT -5
Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 24, 2009 13:05:24 GMT -5
"It's okay. I get those kind of things too. When I get anxious, I do this."
11 flapped her arms a bit, and puffed air into her cloth cheeks like some flustered bird. She smiled, and laughed a bit.
"Sorry. Little Women... Hmm... Anon.. no.. no... I know that one. 'While the snow fell quietly outside their New England home, the four March sisters stayed warm by the fire of their cozy living room'. Drats." 11 sighed, but froliced quicklk under the table, where her bed rested, where walls of pinned-togetehr papers lay. 11 picked through them, and then dragged one out.
"It's this one." 11 said. She sighed, sitting atop it. "See, I've already recorded all the good ones... I can't think of anymore, it's like my muse ran away from me..."
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0 smiled, "Yes. He finally got the lights to work. We need to praise him! And make sure he didn't shock himself into a coma."
The bucket reached the bottom of the small bomb shelter (well, large for the dolls), and 0 opened the door, leading 119 along with him at an akward angle because of differing heights.
"22? You did wonderful! You're still intact, right?" 0 yelled.
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Nov 24, 2009 13:19:13 GMT -5
Post by 6&7fan on Nov 24, 2009 13:19:13 GMT -5
325 was at 28's heels as they chased the shadowy figure down the alley. "Get back here, you coward," the soldier shouted, waving his knife, hollering and making a terrible racket as the bloodlust began to take over.
How dare this, this THING mock him and his friends?
He was anxious to test his new knife out on something other than wooden targets and air. As the figure began to turn the corner ahead of them, he hurled his knife through the air towards it, hoping to pin it to the wall before it could escape.
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Nov 24, 2009 17:22:45 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 24, 2009 17:22:45 GMT -5
21 woke up to intestate what that sound was when 325 knife when into his arm and pinned him to the ground he rolled his eyes
un zipped the top zipper beginning to pull our wires attached to his arm as the group came near him “brilliant 21 you take a nap with out checking for enemy’s now your tearing of your arm ” 21 thinks to him self struggling to get free even if he did lose his arm 21 found the wire he winced pain when he remove it and the bolut conething the arm he dose this before he and ripped the fabric off the arm was pinned down but he was up and reedy to fight
the darkness made it hard to make out who did that so he growled when for the nearest one “ you what to fight you got it ” 21 then yelled to who ever this was and slashes at them with a small knife he had for moments like this he was not dying not giving up eaven if he had one arm he knew he could take them
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Nov 24, 2009 18:51:46 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 24, 2009 18:51:46 GMT -5
28 pulled back just before the being's knife could do major damage, but it still managed to cut her arm. A small yelp of pain escaped her throat and she involuntarily grabbed the wound.
She pulled back and quickly looked at the damage. 'Not to bad. Just needs to get sewn.' She headed back in, slashing with her own knife.
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Nov 24, 2009 19:11:52 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 24, 2009 19:11:52 GMT -5
21 blocked the slash grinning seeing 28 in pain he was in a world of it why not share some of it he smiled as she slashed at 28
“ hay what’s the deal coming in here an your palls thrown knives at me ” 21 said when there there blades crashed to gether she managed to cut him near where his arm use to be but 21 spotted an opening and went for it
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Nov 24, 2009 19:25:17 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 24, 2009 19:25:17 GMT -5
28 jumped back from the blow and nearly fell to the floor. She managed to maintain her balance though and pressed the attack. "Funny. I was about to ask why you were sneaking around."
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Nov 24, 2009 19:46:51 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 24, 2009 19:46:51 GMT -5
21 growled at this stupid naive woman “ you seen the world lately you cant just be in the open” he yelled coming back for another attack “we don’t all have homes to run and hide in” try’s to tackle her into a wall the pain of not haveing an arm made his fighting lest skilled if he hadn't been ambushed and half wake they be dead by now and he be fixing his arm
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