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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 19, 2005 23:04:27 GMT -5
His adrenaline was gone, once more he felt slow and tired. Despite this, Quinn scooped up the bat-man once more, and rushed him to the back of the truck. As if just remembering, Quinn looked about the parking lot. His junk car was still there. His heart ached at the thought of leaving it behind. Looking back at the dying moreas, then glancing back at his vehicle. He knew he had to make a choice. Jumping into the back of the volkswagon, Quinn quickly began trying to mend the other's wounds. "I need to get the bullet out! I dont have any tools!" Quinn had almost forgetten his new "tools". Carefully guiding two of his claws into the bullet hole, Quinn gently pulled out the slug when he found it, hoping it hadn't pierced anything. It felt as if it has struck a bone. "I took a few years of medical school. Nothing much, but I remember a little. You can trust me." Quinn was speaking to himself as much as he was to the bat. Moving quickly, Quinn wrapped the last of his bandages around the wound and pulled them taught. Once more his heart panged as he looked once more at the last gift his wife had ever given him. The street lamp illuminated bounced off the rusting car. The wolf-man couldnt be sure if he had a drop of sweat in his eye, or if he was crying.
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 22, 2005 19:32:50 GMT -5
"Heneiken! Vincent! It sounds like we've got more trouble headed this way! You gun, I'll drive, and when Quinn finishes, he can help you two out. Let's go!"
The van screeched out of the parking lot and as it did, two squad cars began tailing it, the passangers leaning out, both wielding shotguns. Victor made a left, firing out his window as he did, but to little effect. He kicked the old car into full gear and tore off as fast as he could to the wharehouse district.
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Post by freak02kick on Jun 22, 2005 22:19:20 GMT -5
How can peple get so much posts?
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Post by freak02kick on Jun 22, 2005 22:19:46 GMT -5
ge
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Post by freak02kick on Jun 22, 2005 22:20:01 GMT -5
Yehjs
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Post by freak02kick on Jun 22, 2005 22:20:44 GMT -5
Where'd you get the sweet avtar Demon?
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Post by Umbrafire on Jun 22, 2005 22:50:00 GMT -5
spamming and quad posting are both against the rules, and you did both. please refrain from such behavior in the future
~Jiub
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 23, 2005 12:32:54 GMT -5
(first, all of you should have used parenthasees. My pic is compliments of vash)
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jun 24, 2005 12:07:28 GMT -5
((Um. . . I would like to sincerely apologize to anyone who may be reading this who's name happens to be Kevin Hamilton. This is just an RP story. Any similarity between this and real life is purely coincidental.))
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Post by Umbrafire on Jun 27, 2005 22:29:57 GMT -5
Vincent glanced out the back window of the van, watching the road fly out from beneath them. He sat for a moment, and a thought came to mind. "Victor! Where the hell are we going?"
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 27, 2005 22:40:26 GMT -5
"Old wherehouse district!" Victor shouted back. "Now stop talking and get those guys off us! You have guns, use em'!"
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Post by Umbrafire on Jun 27, 2005 22:54:55 GMT -5
Vincent reached into his bag and retrieved two SMGs, and held them for a brief moment, weighing them in his hands. He felt them become a part of him, making him even more of a killing machine than he already was... He pushed the thought from his mind as he leaned out the side window and brought both arms out. He looked ahead, seeing the corner that the van was about to take, about 50 feet away. He turned back, and emptied both clips in one car's front tires, grill, and windshield. As the van turned, Vincent watched the car continue sliding through the intersection. He slid back into the van and began to reload.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 5, 2005 20:46:28 GMT -5
Kevin awoke. The sounds of the gunfire incredibly loud to his sensitive new ears. His vision blurry, he could scarcely see the shapes of his comrades. They had not yet noticed he was awake. This was his chance to escape. His life was not meant to be this way. He was supposed to live free.
"I can fly"
Kevin sat up and immediately leaped past Vincent through the open car window. He soared up, up, up. Higher and higher he flew. Then back down. down, down, down to the pavement of the roadside. He landed hard on his human arm and rolled into a ditch. The car sped onward, followed by the persuers.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 9, 2005 21:04:07 GMT -5
"sh*t! Kevin!" "Victor! We need to go back!" yelled Vincent.
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 10, 2005 11:01:12 GMT -5
"What? Do you want to die? We can't stop, every cop in the city is on our tail!" Victor yelled back, taking a sharp right. "We can worry about Kevin later! Get those sqad cars off us!" He said as a shotgun blast took off the right rearview mirror.
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