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Posted: Aug 4 2005, 01:25 AM
Group: Guide Moderator
Member No.: 15
Joined: 25-June 05
Cillian covered his mouth, trying to stifle his giggles, as the girl tore out of the house running for her life. She apparently didn't like the game at all....
Moving quietly past the side of the house, Cillian hopped off of the porch and disappeared into the brush.
Posted: Aug 4 2005, 01:31 AM
Member No.: 28
Joined: 1-July 05
OOC: Whoa, talk about misenterpretation, that recent line simply meant he was ready to finish what he started, sorry about that. To ba perfectly honest, I haven't been forcing you into anything, I haven't even as much as controlled another character other than my own (by the way, I fixed the David incident, just a side note). I'll edit my most recent post before this one, though I can't as of yet spot errors outside of this one. I'm not trying to godmod(e? the spelling of that term is vague), and I apologise again for doing so.
IC: "Damn." Jacob cursed under his breath as he saw that his opponent had escaped while the other person distracted him. Lowering his gun, he searched the area for the girl's savior, determined to do to them what he had almost done to Katherine.
(Continued in: Travelling Circus)
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