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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 1:14:20 GMT -5
"Excuse me boys," DeAnne said as she followed Ryker.
Daemon still glared at Crazy.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 1:19:30 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho stared into Mittens eyes. He knew exactly how Mittens was going to act, he loved it, it was exactly what he wanted. He knew there was something up with Mittens and DeAnne, his suspicions were confirmed. He just wanted to find out what, it will become Mittens weakness. Mr. Psycho smiled, a sweet smile to DeAnne. "I again agree with DeAnne the lovely, what should we do?" He asked DeAnne. He then pulled out a butchers knife and hid it by his side.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 1:26:35 GMT -5
I was standing there just staring at the tension building between Mr. Psycho and Mittens.. It was like an old western two renegade bandits one good one bad... but where is the ugly? That is when I figured that these little boys wanted me to play in their game of cowboys and indians!
"Yes I will!" Leaping between the two. "I accept the invite to become the sheriff! 'Now here done gun seen boys, I wont be havin' nun dug trouble in this here town y'all here?" Turning my head hocking back and spitting on the ground like in the movies, except it messes up and it dribbles down my chin. Struggling to pick it up then wiping it awa. Back to serious sheriff style. pulling out the sawn off, flipping it so I get the barrel in my hand and slowly unsheating my hatchet..
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 1:29:28 GMT -5
Daemon shook his head. This was all pointless
He went behind everyone. He looked at DeAnne going to Ryker and Lain and nodded. Thats when he realized DeAnne doesn't need him. If DeAnne was in trouble she was capable to solve it or her new friends may help her. He did not have to worry about her, she'd be fine.
He smiled, calm once again. Everything was going to be alright.
DeAnne looked at Mr. Psycho, there was a gleam of mischief in his eyes. She had to be wary.
"Depends on what need to find out, I guess" she said softly replying to Mr. Psycho.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 1:33:17 GMT -5
Lain just kept walking, ingoring the chatter. Something was wrong she didn't feel like herself.
Ryker picked up on this. Stopped walking and turned back to the group.
"Okay does anyone have any idea where to start, im open to anything. Cause this is getting ridiculous." He shouted shaking his head
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 1:37:58 GMT -5
"I say we eat Mittens, he trying to stir things up! And the Sheriff's nicely trying to sort it out!!" Shout Mr. Psycho, Laughing hysterically. Mr. Psycho turns to the clown and gives him a long lick, from the bottom of his cheek to the edge of his eye. "Mmmm salty... with a hint of.. peppermint!!" Mr. Psycho Giggles!
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 1:42:58 GMT -5
"Hehehe because I don't wash..... I'm the sheriff cat now! Because you washed me like a cat! Mittens! Thy evil one it is my right as sheriff to run you outta town!" Pulling my hatchet back.. "But I got better thangs to do man, damn. Hehehe.... Who wants to come get me some meds?" Walking off putting my things back where they belong. I am not the sheriff anymore. Walking down the street not waiting for anyone.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 1:48:12 GMT -5
Daemon smirks. There are more than one Crazy after all. Who knew? If ever they charged at him, he was ready. He did not give a shit really about these people.
"Look if you even dare to eat me, you'd have difficulty---my bones are made out of the toughest metal," Daemon said laconically. ----------
DeAnne was starting to get fed up with all the fuss. She did not trust any of the three but felt it was wise that everyone stayed in one piece.
"I think Tommy is right, we better find meds and maybe shelter?" DeAnne said. "But I must admit, I would like to find more about this place."
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 1:53:35 GMT -5
OH MY GOD! Ryker's head screamed.
He ran to catch up with Lain, Slung her over his shoulder, spun around to race back to the others.
"Okay, okay lets go. Anywhere. For gods sake."
Lane pushed herself out of Rykers arms and began to walk next to DeAnne. She kept her head down lost in thought.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 1:59:10 GMT -5
"Hmm, meds? Thats not really my shindig, im going to find some shelter" Mr. Psycho says with a cheerful tone. "And do whatever i feel like in the mean time! See you D-Baby" He blows a kiss to Deamon. Mr. Psycho slinks off into the shadows of a nearby alleyway. The echo of his sick laughter linger in the air.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 2:01:30 GMT -5
"Bye love," Daemon says sarcastically to Crazy.
"I have an idea, why not split up to groups? We can find shelter, food, and etc easier?" DeAnne suggested.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 2:02:58 GMT -5
Walking down the street past a hobo lying either asleep, unconcious or dead on a bench. Leaning down to take the raggy blanket he's using to keep warm, no movements.. I go through his pockts and find a chunk of change. Wrapping the rags round my neck and over my shoulders. "I am the super dooper happy clown man! Whooooosh!" Slamming a fist through the hobo's face and sprinting down the road
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 2:03:24 GMT -5
"Can i stick with you DeAnne?" Lain asked softly.
Ryker didn't care where they went aslong as he was able to protect Lain.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 2:06:21 GMT -5
"Sure Lain. I honestly prefer to go with you and Ryker, I don't really trust anyone."
"I am going with you DeAnne," Daemon said. He did not want to be stuck with anyone that could be an encumbrance.
DeAnne did not know how to respond to Daemon and looked at Ryker and Lain.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 2:11:50 GMT -5
Lain smiled at DeAnne. Ryker nodded at Daemon. Well atleast he wont hurt DeAnne, I suppose
"Nice to meet you man." "I agree." Lain gave Daemon a smile aswell.
"LETS GO!" Lain punched the sky and broke out into a jog.
Well atleast she's feeling better Ryker smiled at the back of Lain's head.
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