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  • [justify]In 2092, the government of Russia began to fund a new, secret organization called the Butterfly Corporation. This was a genetically engineering/experimental testing facility focusing mainly on organic matter. The world was in practical ruins from a biological war that swept the Earth, leaving three dominant countries; America, Russia, and China. In 1995, eight newborn girls were taken from the adoption agency for experimental purposes, the entirety of their existences wiped from every system, and they were each given a new name: Monarch, Sicklewing, Massilia, Saturn, Birch, Karner, Julia, and Mariposa. At six months of age, each test subject was injected with a different experimental substance.


    By age five, seven of the girls had developed unique abilities, none like the others. However, Test Subject M-8-95, Mariposa, had exhibited no (detectable) changes. As the other girls continued to develop their physical abilities in various training activities and simulators, Mariposa, or Posy, as her "sisters" called her, kept to herself and rarely spoke. She stayed, secluded, in parts of the facility where she could read. The scientists found that her IQ was like that of an adult's though she was merely five years old.


    At age eight, she showed incredible advancements in her ability to absorb and retain information. This caused the scientists to subject her to various instruments and to give her art supplies. She showed a natural talent for painting and drawing, learning instruments at a very quick pace. Amazed at how well she progressed in these arts, it was brought to the government's attention of her mind's stimulation.


    Following the orders to use the strange, chemical substance given to her as and infant, the scientists inject one other test subject, Test Subject B-4-95, with the serum. Sadly, this resulted in her painful death, her body, for whatever unknown reason, rejecting its components.


    Mariposa was now a very valuable asset, being the only one who contained the DNA to function and excel with the chemicals. By age twelve, she was put into various educational simulators and given tests that no child her age could ever even begin to comprehend. With her mind growing and using more capacity than ever thought, more test subjects were taken in. These were male infants, all injected with the same substance that she had been, but all dying within ten days of contact.


    Mariposa had become such a sense of intelligence to the corporation that the hierarchy of government ordered her containment lest she turn rogue or someone else try to use her for power. Little did they know that was exactly what would happen.


    Somehow, Americans had caught wind of the Butterfly Corporation, and their systems were infiltrated. The entire facility was blown to smithereens, waging a war between them. All other test subjects were exterminated, as well as all scientists in the facility at the time.


    Mariposa was taken to America, hid away in an underground facility. For an entire year, she was kept there, a war up above in the states. Bioweapons were released everywhere, viruses mutating living matter, turning them into emotionless cannibals who felt no pain and were pumped up with adrenaline and the urge to eat. Stamina, speed and strength increased, and what were called "Shredders" were born.


    Mariposa had escaped her confinement when generators ran out of juice a year or two after Shredders started to rule the topside. The city nearest to her was Genoa, old town Chicago that was divided between a military run group and a group of "savages" or bandits, reckless, inconsiderate surviving machines with whom the preferred form of government was Anarchy.


    While wandering aimlessly into a part of the territory that nobody inhabits except for Shredders, the now 19-year-old girl is attacked by the beasts. Luckily, she is saved by one of the "bandit" refugees, know as the Seagulls. His name is Augustus, and though he is not smart when it comes to books, he is incredibly agile and survival or street intelligent. The two will fall in love, yada yada.


    Semi-Advanced and must be active.


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ TEXT


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    ~OOC~ Alrighty I'll join :) I'm tracking though because I'm still in the process of making my own thread that's almost done, after I finish that I'll make a post.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    I will start us off, I guess.
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    My chest was burning with its own exhaustion, but my adrenaline was keeping me up and running, still fast as when I started. The things that chased me seemed human enough, but as soon as I had called out to them for direction, they had turned and snarled, bearing rotten, sharp teeth and yellowing eyes. I couldn't understand what they were, exactly. But their objective was simple- kill me.


    If they could enjoy something, I think it would be to hunt down people as prey and then eat them up like a sick game of cat and mouse. This country, of which I knew not the name, was definitely not my own. Four years I was trapped down there with those men who spoke English. English was a language that was not known by many. Back in Russia, it was taught to me that America once lost a war to the people of Mexico, so their race and language was predominantly Spanish.


    I spoke English, but not very well. I knew Slovak and Russian and Spanish and Latin, but English was something that was not a vernacular of anywhere. As far as I knew, the world had gone back to Latin being a language taught to children in every country.


    As I ran across the desolate wasteland of crumbling buildings and rusty cars, scrap metal and glass crunched under my feet. With every turn I took, another joined the race, until I had five or six after me. I had never been in a situation with this much stress, and when you have gone into survival mode, I found, you do not have time to think about what you do or the consequences of your actions. They are performed strictly based on how you could, potentially (and most likely), survive.


    So I took a big breath, though I was nearly out of it, and screamed. "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help!"[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I was just walking around, minding my own business. I was on guard searching for any survivors on land, but from all the shredders, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. I remembered when it the world was halfway normal, I was a baby, but still. Who could forget? It seemed to be imprinted in everybody's mind. My father was one of the founders of Seagulls. I ended up joining in after I turned 13. Pretty young if you ask me.


    I then heard the cry of a girl, pretty young, but not a child. "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help!" I instantly snapped back into reality and started running towards the voice. "I'm coming!!" I shouted to the girl. It was probably a pretty dumb thing to do, I heard Shredders starting to chase after me. "Augustus what are you doing?" A man called out to me. That was Tyler, my oldest friend. One of those friends that you hardly had a serious conversation with. I wondered how he never got himself killed. I see the girl in the corner of my eye and hold up my ACR to start shooting some Shredders.


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    ~OOC~ Thank you :)


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]The bodies started to drop behind me, leaving only one more on my trail. I saw up ahead, not too far but far enough, a young man with a kind of weapon I'd never seen. A sudden burst of hope filled me, and I kept running, now towards something rather than away.


    But then I felt the rough hand in my hair, another on my arm, pulling me back and to the ground. My feet were stumbling around at first, but I was harshly slammed down on my back. The thing was on me, and I could see it clearly now as I held its arms away, keeping its face at bay as it tried to bite at my neck.


    Its eyes were a sickly yellow, the pupil a rotten brownish green in its slime. His nose looked to be caving in, and his breath reeked. His teeth were brown and sharp, blood staining the outside of his mouth. He had long hair, to his shoulders, but with patches here and there ripped out. He looked to me like a zombie, but he was too fast and too smart.


    I remember the scientists letting me watch a zombie movie once. They got in a lot of trouble, but one of them thought it wouldn't hurt to expose me to irrational fears to test my brain patterns. I hadn't been scared of them then, but I surely was now.


    Whimpering under the weight of the thing, I struggled against him, trying to push him off, but to no avail. I was barely 5'5 and at most 135 lbs, while this thing stood 6'2 and maybe 250, not even taking into consideration his infection causing his strength to increase.


    I now had my legs bunched up under him, keeping his chest away and trying to hold his arms. I cried out for help once again, feeling like it had been forever and he was taking his time to come to my aid, though in actuality it had been only seconds.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I slammed one woman Shredder onto the floor shooting is face, even their blood seemed different, it was more grimey and darker than a regular humans. Almost a brown coloring. I didn't even realize Tyler was following until I heard a shotgun slug take out chunks of their bodies. "Go get her! I'll handle them here!" Tyler exclaimed shooting down another one.


    I nodded to him and started running towards her. "Help me!" I heard her call. I looked over to see a Shredder trying to eat her alive. "Let her go!" I shout already knowing it was to no prevail. I slammed the back of my gun to the Shredder's skull. I closed my eyes seeing the gooey blood splash out. It was still attacking though, I slammed it again but this time to the left to make sure it fell off of her. I pinned it down and shot his face with my assault rifle. I looked down at the girl and hold out my hand to help her up. "Are you okay Ma'am?" I asked concerned for her health.




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    ~OOC~ TEXT


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]The gruesome sight of the shredder's head being bashed in right before her eyes made Posy feel sick. She took his hand and brought herself up, but even standing normally she felt that she was a good five or six inches shorter, or at least enough to have to look up at him to speak.


    "What was it?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What were those things? What is wrong with them?" To someone who had living in the world with the shredders for years, she might have seemed crazy. If you lived topside, it was impossible not to know what they were. But she hadn't lived topside. Ever.


    She suddenly found herself feeling like a small child in front of him, as if she were to be scolded for not knowing better or ready to receive a disappointing look. Mariposa felt like a little girl who had lost her mother in a grocery store, but was too afraid to talk to an adult because she feared judgment or punishment.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I released her hand as she stood up. I noticed how scared she was by her voice. She must've hit her head hard to not know what a Shredder is. I looked back to see Tyler walking up, he was covered n blood but I could tell by the color it wasn't his own.


    "Those were Shredders, their main goal is to eat us." I explained, I could of been a bit nicer but I decided the truth is better than sugarcoating it. "Follow me, I'll explain more when we get back to the base." I said starting to walk back. Tyler looked at me a bit confused. "Are you sure you want to take her back? We have enough mouths to feed as it is.." Tyler asked. I ignored him and looked back at the girl to make sure she was following.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]Posy stared at him blankly as he started back towards "the base". The other man was complaining out bringing her along, but she followed in spite of his words. "Are those things everywhere?" she asked. "Because if they are, they probably snatch people often, huh? And a base? that means that this isn't like a normal city. Small groups held up in villages with big walls and guns. You don't want them getting in." she stated obviously. "But you can't always keep them out. You need medical help, people who know their way around a needle and bottle of pills, don't you?" She asked more to Tyler than Augustus. "For the people who go out and get food for all the other mouths. They get cut up pretty bad, huh? That's why you don't want me to come. Another mouth that you might not be able to feed."[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I listened to the girl ramble on. How did she know all this? Was she a spy? Or did she just suddenly regained memory. I didn't say anything and just continued walking forward. I turned left down an empty street and you could see an abandoned storage facility not too far off from where we were sanding. That was the base.


    Tyler turned left alongside me and glanced at the girl. "Hey how do you know?!" He asked a bit irritated. He obviously didn't like her. I chuckled to myself. I liked her already. Anyone that annoyed Tyler was a friend of mine. "Calm down Tyler..." I warned him in a stern voice. Knowing Tyler, he would end up starting an argument with the lady. The last thing I need is bickering.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]"If you had bothered to listen to me, I figured it out out loud. Do I need to repeat myself, or summarize?" she asked sarcastically. "It would be obvious in an apocalyptic situation for people to make mistakes or for times to become overwhelming. Accidents happened and people died when everything was peaceful. It would only make it more common no, especially with these things everywhere. I didn't know, I just worked it out. Like in math. You don't know the answer, you need to work it out to find one." she looked up at Tyler, who was even taller than Augustus. Tyler was lengthy and had light, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. "Is it that hard to hear me up there?" she joked.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ Tyler rolled his eyes at her and crossed his arms. "Augustus, do we have to take her?" He asked whining like a little kid. "Shut up..." I muttered. I looked back at the girl and point to the large building. "That's the base." I informed her. Already figuring out how smart she was I assumed she already knew that. I hated school, that's why I was so happy it ended. I thought it was more useful to know how to survive off the land then know this person's theory and that person's math equation. To me it was not worth learning.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]"I see," she answered Augustus. "What is your name? I never caught it, and I cannot properly thank you if I haven't got your name." she explained as she continued to walk. Her feet seemed strange on the foreign terrain. She'd never walked on anything besides concrete or tile, and she'd never gone swimming or done anything fun. Except paint or draw or make music. Everything here was so strange, and it was almost sad to her tat it was obvious neither of the two men found education important. [/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ "Augustus, and that's Tyler." I said, I didn't look back, just kept staring forward towards the building. My ears were alert to any unusual noises, Shredders could of been anywhere. Tyler still held his shotgun. The way he was holding it I was scared he would end up shooting one of us. "Be careful where you aim that thing." I warned. Tyler gulped and blushed a bit lowering the gun making it aim towards the floor. I finally glanced back at he girl. I stared at her for a moment, she was very pretty, seemed a little bit younger than me. Not by much though. I felt like I was staring for too long and looked away.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]She found herself blushing when he stared back, making contact with his dark brown eyes and feeling a strange, unknown sensation. Embarrassment? No. Nervousness? No. How could she describe this if she never had contact with an actual boy her age? "Augustus." she repeated, his name rolling off her tongue smoothly. "I've never heard a name like that." It was true. She hadn't heard a male name before in her entire life. Not even the scientists' names. She suddenly felt very odd in the presence of the men, almost as if she had the urge to reach out and touch one of them, as if they weren't real. She had never before had an open conversation with one, unless interrogations by American soldiers counted. Her heart was fluttering in her chest simply because being around them was so incredible. [/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I slowed to a stop once I saw that we arrived. I was so distracted by the girl I just realized the time. I didn't want to be late to dinner. Not again. "Whats your name?" I asked. I was intrigued by this girl. Something about her seemed... different. She was so pure and innocent. Not a usual thing to find in this f*cked up world. I opened the rusted metal door and let Tyler go in first, I waited for her to go in second and me last.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]Posy followed Tyler, looking around the hallway armed with guards as she answered him. "Posy." she stated. Even her name made her seem like she was a little girl. She watched one guard lean and whisper to another as they watched her walking. "Augustus?" she asked, spinning around on her heels. "Where are we?"


    low muse, sorry.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I stayed quiet and glared at some guards who were giving Posy a weird look. I felt obligated to protect her from anything or anybody until they reached the safe house. One reason is because their were hardly ever survivors nowadays. Sometimes you could find the corpses of survivors but never living. After the long quiet pause I answered her question. "The base, don't worry about the others, your safe with me..." I informed.


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    ~OOC~ no worriess.


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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]Mariposa heard how protective he was in his voice, and it sent chills running down her spine. Noboy had ever said that to her. You're safe with me... It was something that, with the emotion in his voice, made her feel very... odd. She turned back around and gazed up at him, slowing her pace so that she walked beside him now, feeling little pangs of surprise (or fear, or nervousness, she couldn't pick which one) in her heart when her hand brushed by his on accident. Her eyes returned to the floor quickly and she distanced herself a few inches to regain normality in herself. "No, I know that." she responded to him. "What country, I mean. What country are we in?"[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [color=#7E04DB]A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?


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    ~IC~ I felt her hand brush by my chest and blushed a bit but looked away making sure I didn't show it. I didn't understand why she asked such a stupid question but maybe she didn't know. I might've still been right on her hitting her head. "United States, or at least what's left of it." I explained to her. Its like she has jus arrived here from outer space or something. She didn't know what a Shredder was or what country she was in. I bewildered. I pause as we passed by other people holding guns. They probably were headed off on another patrol probably. I ignore it and continue walking.


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