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Oct 16, 2005 13:40:08 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 13:40:08 GMT -5
Adrian was wearing a sort of short marron tank top, a triangular skirt and jeans. This was not her normal clothing because it basically shoed most of her scars accross her arms, neck, and stomach. But she figured no one would come find her. In her lap, she held a fire arm. A sniper rifle to be exact, and was just polishing it.
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Oct 16, 2005 13:44:18 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 13:44:18 GMT -5
Wesley was wandering about the building, muttering angrily. In his hand he had his rifle, and in his other, a screwdriver. For three hours now he'd been trying to get an empty shell out of the shotgun attachment, but to no avail. Angry, he threw the weapon against the wall, only to have the rifle shoot at his feet. He jumped back. "... Crappy weapon...." He picked it up and carried on stabbing the empty shell with the screwdriver.
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Oct 16, 2005 13:50:55 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 13:50:55 GMT -5
Adrian heard the shot, perked up her ears, looking around, paranoid. "Who's there?!" She stood on the edge of the roof, aiming her sniper rifle at the trees.
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Oct 16, 2005 13:52:48 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 13:52:48 GMT -5
Wesley looked around and seemed to suddely appear behind Adrian. "Only me." He told her. "Trying to get this shell out the shotgun attachment."
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Oct 16, 2005 13:55:58 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 13:55:58 GMT -5
Adrian, startled, turned, nearly falling off the roof. But fortunatly, she regained balance. "Jeezums.. you scared the living daylights out of me!" She immediatly closed her blind eye.
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Oct 16, 2005 13:58:45 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 13:58:45 GMT -5
Wesley shrugged. "That happens. People don't generally take well to the whole 'vampire' thing. I'm the only person who goes to a blood bank and makes a withdrawl instead of a donation."
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Oct 16, 2005 13:59:51 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 13:59:51 GMT -5
Adrian laughed after a moment. "Cool, I guess." She moved away form the edge, sat down, and continued polishing her fire arm.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:07:06 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:07:06 GMT -5
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Nice rifle." He said, jamming the screwdriver into the rifle again.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:09:12 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:09:12 GMT -5
"Jeez, you want me to get that shell out?" Adrian asked, stopping and looking up at him.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:10:18 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:10:18 GMT -5
"No... I'm detemined to get it out now." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some oil, squirting it into the shotgun attachment. "Even if it means breaking this thing."
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Oct 16, 2005 14:12:06 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:12:06 GMT -5
"Alright... but I can get it out easy..."
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Oct 16, 2005 14:15:11 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:15:11 GMT -5
"Prehaps..." Wesley said. "But I've been at this for hours. I ain't giving up now."
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Oct 16, 2005 14:18:18 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:18:18 GMT -5
"Alright." Adrian shrugged.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:21:15 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:21:15 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Wesley removed the shotgun attachment and slammed it on the ground, the shell slowly rolling out. "All those mothods and all I had to do was slam it..." He said, glaring at the attachment.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:22:46 GMT -5
"Its exactly what I was going to do." Adrian sighed, then laughed.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:25:29 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:25:29 GMT -5
Wesley picked it up. "I know it's not much use on a sniper rifle, but do you want it? I'm kinda sick of the sight of it now."
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Oct 16, 2005 14:27:19 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:27:19 GMT -5
"Here, I know the perfect place for it." Adrian said, teleporting it into the basement.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:32:25 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:32:25 GMT -5
Wesley shrugged. "I'll take your word for it." He said, pulling out a newer model and sticking it on the rifle.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:39:08 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 16, 2005 14:39:08 GMT -5
Adrian sat quietly, all until something made a noise like someone shooting. Then it semed to her like all hell broke loose. She stood up, aiming at anything that moved, except for Wesley.
Jill laughed. She was holding a pistol. "Man! That never gets old! You should have seen-" Jill didn't say anything more, because Adrian shot her.
"That's for messing with my head!" Adrian shouted at Jill, who stood up, and disappeared.
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Oct 16, 2005 14:40:48 GMT -5
Post by GBird on Oct 16, 2005 14:40:48 GMT -5
"Damn, I hate it when people do things like that." Wesley said. "Like those web pages that do things, like colour tests, then a random image and loud sound plays and scares the crap out of you."
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