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Post by Skips on Aug 19, 2013 10:44:14 GMT -8
"...WHAT?!" Skips erupted into a huge rant, shaking her fists and stamping on the ground as the dragon flew away. "HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND, WHO IN HEL'S NAME TOLD YOU THAT?! WHEN YOU GET BACK I'LL SKIN YOU PERSONALLY, YOU SON OF A GRONKLE'S BACKSIDE! YOU- YOU-"
//OOC Wait, is Thorntail flying away or??
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Post by Vim on Aug 19, 2013 10:45:49 GMT -8
Vim was already long gone. He laughed as he soared towards outcast island. Maybe he was crazy after all.
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 19, 2013 10:47:24 GMT -8
Dotta doubled over from laughter. She'd knew that Skips would react to that "boyfriend" comment, but never guessed it'd be in such an over-the-top way.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 19, 2013 10:47:30 GMT -8
Boethiah didn't want today to happen. She sat in her room for a while. Vim was going on a suicide mission. Again. Something in her didn't want to go. But she had to go before her parents got up. So she got up and grabbed her fur vest and put on her boots. She took her bow and arrows and snuck downstairs to Zirth. Reluctantly, she got on and flew down to where the others were and didn't see Vim nor Thorntail. "He's gone already, isn't he?"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 19, 2013 10:48:08 GMT -8
((Sorry! We stopped for lunch and it took a long while OTL)$
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Post by Tempest on Aug 19, 2013 10:49:42 GMT -8
"Long gone."
Annabethe was still holding the hawk.
(He left with Thorntail.)
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Post by Skips on Aug 19, 2013 10:50:46 GMT -8
"AND WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, DOTTA?! I SWEAR, BY THE GODS! JUST- GAH!" Skips huffed and walked away, hands still clenched into fists, muttering under her breath. "IF WE DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS THING TODAY I'D HAVE KILLED YOU ALREADY!" She called to the still sniggering girl behind her.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 19, 2013 10:52:05 GMT -8
She sighed. "Alright then. What are we doing then?"
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 19, 2013 10:55:35 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Dotta chased after Skips, stifling her giggles. "It was highly inappropriate and I apologize!" Truth was that Dotta hadn't been able to laugh like that since the news of the war came to the school. Being able to laugh so hardheartedly had a cathartic affect on her.
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Post by Vim on Aug 19, 2013 10:56:46 GMT -8
(Thorntail flies back to you guys)
Vim was beaten, bloody and bruised. But he was still screaming obscenities at the two Outcasts who captured him on the beach. Vim figured that he'd have to make a good impression, to show them that he was a fighter. So he did. One of the Outcasts had a broken arm. The other had a huge bump on his head from when he broke his boat paddle over his head. They tossed him in a cell.
"Savage will want to take a look at him." said One of them.
"Savage will get a good look at my fist if he comes near me!" shouted Vim. The outcast got mad and tried to punch Vim through the cell. Vim bashed his hand with a rock. He howled in pain. "Just you wait until Savage gets here." Muttered the outcast as he walked away.
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Post by Skips on Aug 19, 2013 11:01:33 GMT -8
At first, Skips looked back furiously, but at the sight of Dotta laughing so hard, she couldn't help but join in, doubling over just as Dotta had done just a minute ago.
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Post by Vim on Aug 19, 2013 11:02:45 GMT -8
Vim sat in his cell and thought. If Metal wasn't here, we was in a whole lot of trouble. "Metal?" asked Vim once the Outcasts had left.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 19, 2013 11:03:13 GMT -8
Boethiah smiled a little at their laughter, though she didn't know what for. She just stood next to Zirth and hoped he was alright. Whatever he was planning, it better had worked.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 19, 2013 11:09:21 GMT -8
Metal Walked sloppily along with the other prisoners, I though he saw something familiar, but ignored it they plodded on down a cave and were handed pick axes,
dig, dig, dig
What had he seen?
dig, dig, dig
Where was he?
dig, dig, dig
who was he?
dig, dig, dig
did it even matter?
"dig, dig, dig" he muttered
"dig, dig, dig" they all chanted in unison
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Post by Vim on Aug 19, 2013 11:13:25 GMT -8
There was no reply at all. Vim buried his face in his hands. So this was all for nothing? He wanted to cry. But he couldn't. His only hope of getting out of here was if the outcasts let him out. He dad to keep up his cover.
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