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Posted: Jul 31 2005, 01:58 PM
Member No.: 28
Joined: 1-July 05
Jacob sighed as he heard a body hit the ground. He was sure he had killed their attacker, and their trouble was over for now. "Uriel, let's go." when he heard no reply as he walked away, he turned. "Uriel?" when he again heard no reply, the truth dawned one him. He had accidentally gunned down his ally, instead of shooting his adversary. He was alone again. Come to think of it, he wasn't too sorry about Uriel's death- he had never liked the zealot anyway. Nodding to the area his opponent was at, he clumsily put away his gun and knife.
"We'll meet again, I assure you. But for now, our quarrel is over." then he walked (well, limped anyway) out the door.
OOC: Continued in "Attack at the river": http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...p?showtopic=245
Posted: Jul 31 2005, 08:42 PM
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Member No.: 14
Joined: 24-June 05
Heather's eyes opened wide as the boy who was choking her fell back onto Mason's corpse. "A flashbang can do THAT." She was suprised that a flashbang could make someone's head taller and wider.
Heather crawled over to the boy's corpse and looked at it with her blurred eyes. Moving her hand to her face, she realized that her face was covered with blood,This boy's blood.
Heather crawled over to the boy's bag and unzipped it, Rummaging around in it she found a shirt. Rubbing the shirt over her face and her shirt to get rid of most of the blood on her. After rubbing the blood of of her she crawled back to where her gasses are and picked them up along with the Glock17 which whould have to be reloaded soon.
Putting on her glasses, Heather looked under the desk next to the one that colapsed under the boy's weight and found her bag and her vest, Picking them up she slowly stood up and slid on her vest, slowly zipping it up and transfering the clips to her pocket. Leaning over she picked up the Pipe wrench from next to the collapsed desk.
Heather walked out of the school through the front door and walked south avoiding the Dirt path and the forest whitch were the new danger zones.
(continued in the Old wherehouse)
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