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| Tweet Topic Started: June 16, 2012, 4:22 am (740 Views) | |
| momo13 | June 16, 2012, 4:22 am Post #1 |
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Adie sat on the fire escape of her rundown apartment building. Her feet dangled off the side and her arms braced against the railings. A cigarette balanced between the index and middle finger of her left hand. Today was the true start of the rebellion. All the planning that she had put forth would finally be put to the test. Her only worry was that not everyone would get along with each other. And that was one thing she needed. Balance among everyone. Harmony if it could be achieved. But she knew deep down that it was highly impossible. With Isabelle being from one of the most despised families of the upper society, even Adie had issues accepting her. But now, after a long few years, she could almost trust her with her life. But Adie supposed that Chalker would be far from as accepting as she was. A few specks of ash fell onto her leg and reminded her that she needed to keep attention to reality. She took a long drag from her cigarette before butting it out beside her on the ground. With swift movements, she jumped down from the fire escape to the ground below. Adie landed in a crouch, wincing at the pang in her left ankle when she landed. “Damn fraction…” She muttered to herself, thinking of the injury she had a few years back that shattered her left ankle. It had never fully healed, and she kept forgetting to watch for it. One of these days it would be the death of her. “What to do to prepare for the retaliation….” She muttered to herself, keeping her voice low. With long strides, she walked down the empty street of the lower society. They would need some form of communication… And Adie suddenly knew exactly where to go. She would go visit Isabelle. She had to know something or have something that could help. If not, well Adie could always brush up on the people of the upper society, and hands down Isabelle would know most about that. |
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| Achilles | June 16, 2012, 6:51 am Post #2 |
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Chalker stood on the corner of his roof. His apartment complex was one of the tallest in his district so it gave a nice view of the city. He heard as dogs barked at each other and burglars. Police sirens flared and horns of old cars honked in the distance. Kids criedvand people yelled. He could see the entire lower half of the city. He heard a light grating as he moved his weight from his left to right foot. He hld up his left arm, the sleeve was tattered and shortened. He looked at his tattoo. He put his arm around back to make sure that his hunting knife was there. He turned his right heel a little, he could feel his backup knife there. He had his Colt. 45 on his side holster, and his .38 special on the other. He coulkd of gone to get his MP5 and grab a molotov, but he didn`t want to make too much trouble. He turned around and started walking away from the street but then without warning he pivoted and headed straight back towards the edge sprinting the whole way. He didn`t slow down when he got close. He put one foot on ths rail and jumped out as hard as he could. He flew up and out for a few feet and he looked down at the building adjacent to him. He braced as he descended and when he hit he didn`t lock his legs but bent them and rolled, using the momentum frombthe fall to propel himself forward as he got up from the roll. He began sprinting forward. He vaulted over a few ventilation systems. Jumped over gaps andvkeptbsprinting. He wasn`t looking for an upper to kill, but he was looking for a lower to help. By any means. He slowed down to a jog, only sprinting when he needed to make a jump or vault. He heard a screamvsuddenly. He stopped short and skidded for a foot or two. He pulled up his bandana and threw his hood up, he turned to his right and ran until the roof ended. When he got there he jumped, not far enough to cross the gap, but just enough to grab onto the edge of the roof across the alley. He slid down the wall aand landed with a thud. He stood up all the way and looked at the scene in front of him. 4 uppers were in the process of pulverizing a particularly bloody lower. "Aren't you boys on the wrong side of town?" he asked, realizing one of them was actually a girl. A very attractive girl, all upper girls were but lower girls had a finesse that an upper could never capture. Who the fuck are you supposed to be? said the biggest guy in a voice that didnt quite seem to fit his body. It doesn't matter who I am you fucker he pulled out the .45 magnum pistol. what matters is that your about to murder my friend here he locked the hammer into a the fire position. Their expression had gone from enjoyment to amusement to terror. He pondered letting them defend themselves. No. They dont desierve the false hope it might give them. He fired three times. In the heads of the 3 men. He pointed it towards the girl. I'llvhave fun with her he thought. My name. Is Chalker he said as he lowered his gun just enough, then fired. He saw th bullet tear through her leg as she screamed. He walked up and kneeled by her. Spread the word. He stood and walked over towards the man who had gotten to a sitting position. Can you get home man? The man looked up, he seemed suprised by the sudden change of character. "uh...yeah. Yeah Ill be ok." the man got up slowly and panting. He huddled his way out of the alley using the wall for support. He turned to the girl again. Who was now crying in a small pool of blood. I would leave. Quickly. Between me on patrol and all of the extremely horny people with a distaste for uppers like you. Chalker then fired another shot at her, intentionally missing, butbshe jumped and cried harder all the same. Pathetic he said as he made his way back onto the roof and out again. Edited by Achilles, June 16, 2012, 6:58 am.
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| bornap | June 16, 2012, 10:31 am Post #3 |
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Take. Pull. Aim. Release. Take. Pull. Aim. Release. Take. Pull. Aim. Release. Gregor enjoyed these moments of peace, when he is shooting the apples, cans and such down from the fence with his bow and arrows. It was a welcome break from all those things that happen at home and to clear his head a bit. After ten minutes of this practice, Gregor returned home. Bow and arrows had their own place in his room in which to keep them. He placed them there and turned the radio on. "Two people missing... Lower Riverside..." Idiots. Bleeding idiots. No sober, sane Upper would ever go there. It was because there existed a chance that they would meet a Lower or five that won't really look favorable upon them. We might as well say those two are gone for good. Well, it is their fault after all. This is the reason he doesn't either drink nor take... stuff. He'd rather not do something stupid as a result of that. There was a gun permit in a drawer of a desk. He didn't actually own any gun, but decided to take a gun permit test, in the event that he urgently needs to get one. His father owned .22 Colt Diamondback, which Gregor would sometimes try to spin around his index finger, but he would only manage to drop it on the ground most of the times. With nothing better to do, Gregor approached a shelf on the wall. It kept a line of various DVD boxes on itself. He took one. He was home alone, which meant there won't be any interruptions. Of course, he was able to lock his doors when his parents were home, but this ensured there will be no one trying to open the door and then knocking after realizing they were locked. Just an unnecessary distraction. He placed a DVD into player and sat into the chair. |
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| CrazyBeliever | June 22, 2012, 5:37 am Post #4 |
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Zoey walked around the main shopping street with Catherine, their body guards trailing behind talking but never loosing focus watching out for lowers. Zoey had a bag full of boy clothing, which was quite difficult to explain to Catherine, making up some like about how she was buying them for her boyfriend who lived in Canada. Truth was that she needed to get some more clothes that she could wear later that night as Zeek. She hated lying to her friend but, Catherine couldn't find out about, her, self-centered friend would never look at her the same way. Until recently, Zoey would have done the same, though not as much as Catherine, she would look differently at the person. Zoey said goodbye to Catherine heading back to her house for family dinner. She swears they could buy out the entire mall if they wanted to. She quickly put her bags in her room, her parents never bothered to check what she bought so it was really easy to get the things that she needed for Zeek. After dinner Zoey said goodnight to her parents then locked herself in her room and began preparing to head to the lower side. First were her wig curls that she had to do, all individually and even so that she could slide her wig firmly into place and adjusting it so it looked real. The next step in Zoey’s transformation was her facial features, specifically her scar. She took a great deal of time on this feature. It was the feature that made it so they thought she was a lower. Although she made it look as if it continued under her hair she never showed people, and they never asked. About 25 minutes later she moved onto her corset-type body piece that she used make herself flat chested. Even-though she was only a size A, she still didn’t like taking chances of someone discovering she was actually a girl. When the transformation to Zeek was complete, Zeek having his hoodie, torn jeans, and 7 assorted knives in various places around her body and a small handgun at his ankle, he placed the manikin in-place, turning off the light and shimmied down the side of the house. When she got to the edge of the upper side she looked back. This was where Zoey ended, and Zeek began, and no one knew the truth. Catherine loved how all the salesgirls was at her every whim. Most of them were filthy lowers, but she didn’t care as long as they didn’t mess up her orders. Hell, she even had one to help her carry her bags. Catherine loved spending the day with her BFF, Zoey. Shopping was their favorite sport, but Cathy couldn’t help but notice a small change that’s been happening with Zoey recently. First, Zoey wouldn’t even let the Lower carry her bags, it’s like “HELLO? That’s what we pay her for!” Then was the fact that she was hiding a boyfriend. How the hell did Zoey get a boyfriend before her? What has come to the world? Catherine was obviously better looking that her. Cathy rolled her eyes, something was up, she figured Zoey was lying but she didn’t care that much to bother snooping into it. The day after Zoey went home was just as boring as it is every day. Her parents shuffled her to event after event and then back home to work on college essays, not that she had to her parents already have her future planned, go to an Ivy League School and marry a billionaire. All Catherine wanted to do is go see the world. One day she will. One day. Chandler sat in the tree as we watched kid after kid go by. It was all over the news, the idiot teens who decided to try their luck with going down into the lower side, he made that mistake once and lost something, someone, dear to him. The day came flushing back to him. Like a flood the images filled his mind. His dead sister with her dead weight on his back as he tried to get back to the safety of the Upper side, the life-less look in her topaz eyes haunted his mind. Along with the face of that mad who took the life out of them. Chandler shrugged off the memory that was the past he told himself to stop dwelling on the past and work on the future, the future of him taking down the man that turned his world upside down. Chandler hated how his parents got over her death so quickly. They don’t even allow him to go into her room anymore, or even speak of her. Throwing the handful of pebbles, he was skipping them over the river, to the ground he headed back into the center of town. Once he was ready he would venture into the Lower side. Maybe he might even find someone to go with him. Maybe if they knew that he had once already been there and survived would they become allies against the lower side. |
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| Dancer | June 23, 2012, 4:55 am Post #5 |
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"Angel, your father wants to speak with you" The soft words of the maid shattered the relative silence. It was only relative, of course. You had to take into account the hum of motorized vehicles, the chatter of people on the streets, and the other city sounds. [tab]Angel was leaning over her balcony, staring at the stars. They were, in her opinion, true beauty. The kind that wasn't manufactured, like all the people were today. Their patterns they contained told ancient stories, back from the time before science and technology. They engendered certain ideas in her mind. They made her think. When her eyes were filled with starlight, she wasn't restricted by the limits of her body. She could just sit and take a break; let her mind relax into an imaginary world. Some might say that she was too old to be thinking of such things, but the truth was that it was her break from reality. She was tired of being perfect for her parents all day. [tab]She was so deep in thought that it took her a minute to process what she was being told. "Right", she murmured. "I'll go and find him." Sighing, Angel headed inside, shutting the balcony door behind her. When she entered her father's study, there was a boy lounging in a chair. Just another upper society guy. Nothing special. She turned to her father, smiled, and asked [tab]"You called for me, papa?" [tab]"Yes, darling". He grinned back. "I'm sure you've heard; two members of the upper society were killed by scum from the lower. It simply isn't safe out there! Therefore-- and I'm sure you'll agree this is necessary-- I have requested a favor from an old friend. I have asked that his son come and act as protection for you. I love my angel too much to loose her at the lands of some filthy riffraff." Angel's mouth was hanging open at this point. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't need a babysitter! [tab]"Papa, might I just--" [tab]"Now darling, don't disagree with me. I'm sure you two will get along fine. This" he pointed to the slouched figure "Is Sebastian." |
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| momo13 | June 24, 2012, 4:09 am Post #6 |
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Sebastian pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning against and stepped out of the shadows. With that ever so common cocky smirk he used plastered on his face, he walked over to the familiar girl. "Wonderful to see you again, Angel darling." In a graceful movement, he took her hand into his and kissed the top of it, his eyes never leaving her gaze. He wondered if she would remember him. Almost every girl in the upper society knew of him. And a lot fawned over him, or that is how he saw it in his head. After he kissed her hand, he stood back up and dropped her hand. This job would put him off his normal schedule. And he really didn't need the money. But this family was an old friend of his father. So this was a favor. Yea, that is how he was justifying it. It had nothing to do with the old childhood friendship he had with Angel. Or the fact that he may have been slightly protective of her. No. This was just a favor for his father. He would make sure the girl didn't get her head sliced off for doing something stupid and he would inherit the family business. Everything will go perfectly just because of this small job. Edited by momo13, June 24, 2012, 4:10 am.
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| Achilles | June 24, 2012, 8:28 am Post #7 |
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The rest of Chalker's self assigned "patrol" wasn't too much quieter than the first incident. He had been walking down an alley and was jumped by two uppers. He had no desire to kill at the time, but he had had his bandana down at the time thus they had seen his face, and so they couldn't be allowed to live. He had been held back and so was submitted to a few punches to the gut and face before he managed to get out and shot the first and stabbed the other. Other than that and scaring the living shit out of the man he thought was an upper, it was quiet evening, or at least for Chalker it was. He climbed up the fire escapes and balconies till he reached the escape that was by Adie's apartment. He knocked on the window. It was dark inside and it appeared no one was home. Well shit...this was a waste. He said to himself. And here I was hoping to talk to her about setting a war council up. he continued in thought. sat and leaned against the rail, thinking about where she would most likely be. Well, its too late for a trip to the store....not here...I sincerely doubt she went to my place. Where the fuck did she go? He thought about all of the people she would of gone to see. She has no boyfriend, there's me, Izzy and the other gang leaders she mighta gone to see. Well he didn't feel like explaining to the High Flyers or the Kings why he was on their turf (seeing as how the alliances weren't finalized yet) so he decided to start with Izzy. He made his way down the building and went in the general direction of where Izzy lived, or at least where he thought she lived, he hadn't been there recently or often. Him and Izzy had...differing, points of view you could say. Not my fault if she can't see whats necessary.He didn't dislike Izzy. She was nice and civil enough with him, not to say they hadn't had their fair share of arguments that is. He held her with a certain respect, she was his opposite and he while he thought was ignorant at times. It's just who she was. Leopards can't change their spots He thought and he made way onto the roofs toward Izzy's house. Edited by Achilles, June 24, 2012, 8:37 am.
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| momo13 | June 26, 2012, 7:06 pm Post #8 |
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Adie walked down the street, keeping in the shadows and making sure to move in her normal fast pace. Growing up in the lower society told her that if she were moving, to always move fast. And in her case, to always stay in the shadow. She hadn't done that once, and well... shit went down. But she learned her lesson and kept too it now. Even though she lived down here and knew most people, she was always worried. Always tried to stay out of sight, and never wanted to stand out. Which made her wonder why she would try to lead this retaliation in the first place. But now that she was, there was no real way to stop it. People were already invested in it, so it would continue, even if she backed out. The small girl made it down the street and saw Izzie just leaving her store. Perfect. She broke into a quick, silent sprint and came up to her side before falling into step with Izzie. "Hey. Got a spare moment or two?" Adie looked over, a small, friendly smile on her face. "I was hoping you could help supply info or help find needed materials. or even just...uh...help me." She spoke in a hushed tone to make sure no one would over hear their conversation. |
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| Dream | July 6, 2012, 8:45 pm Post #9 |
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Work was, by far, the highlight of the day for one Valentine Arce. The teen absolutely adored music, but that wasn't the biggest part. It was the general fact that he had a job, in the upper class society, that made it so enjoyable. Everyone knew he was a lower, though most who came to the small music store chose to ignore that fact due to their general out-of-ordinary view on life, as expressed by their musical love. He threw his dust rag on the counter, surveying the organized chaos of the store. They had everything from old records to the newest cds. The store was his love, and he was always sure to treat it as such. Everything about the way Val was raised was a tribute to his lower class heritage, something he was always proud of. He refused to let anyone look down upon him for his upbringing. He even went as far as to insist on being called Val, a much more lower sounding name than the proper Valentine. He was proud of who he was, and wasn't going to let anyone tell him otherwise. Work being done for the day, he gave a small smile, before heading out. --- ((will post as caspian later)) |
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| Dancer | July 8, 2012, 5:33 pm Post #10 |
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Angel looked the boy up and down. From his messy, multi-shaded hair to the condescending smirk on his face, Sebastian reeked of upper society. Discreetly, Angel wiped the back on her hand on the side of her skirt. [tab]"Sebastian! How nice to see you again. I expect you and your family are doing well? My, it has been a while, hasn't it?" Her upper-class charm came out with a smile. "Excuse me for being so rude, but may I have a moment of conversation with my father?" She pulled the man aside, and in a harsh whisper, exclaimed. [tab]"No! I don't need to be babysat. Papa, it's not that I don't appreciate what you're trying to do" I don't, actually, she thought. But saying so won't get me anywhere. "But I really do not think it is necessary." [tab]"Angel, I should think I know what's best for you. I am your father. You will welcome Sebastian into our home and, for the time being, just accept that he will be in very close quarters with you. Now, go show him around. He will be staying in the guest room next to yours." Angel took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. She wanted to scream, but she had been brought up better than that. Her smile was strained as she gestured at Sebastian to follow her. She led him through the house, showing him where things were and how to navigate the hallways and staircases. Ending at her room, she stepped lightly out onto the balcony, where she had been thinking earlier. She could hear the sound of the river, and the mere thought of it sent shivers of fright down her spine and placed hundreds of tiny goosebumps on her arms and shoulders. She hoped that Sebastian was close by so he could hear her. "If you need anything, just let me or one of the maids know. I trust you can find your own way back to your room." [tab]Angel reached a delicate hand down to pick up the hat from where it had been laying. The frayed edges felt familiar as she ran her finger along the edge of the worn-out fedora. The first real smile of the day crept across her pretty face. |
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| Achilles | July 11, 2012, 3:24 am Post #11 |
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Chalker had gotten kind of lost and circled around to places he knew weren't anywhere near Izzie's place. He was staring down at an newspaper stand below him, the full grown man working it, trying desperately trying to sell a newspaper to the general throng. "Read all about it!..." Chalker wasn't paying attention to him though, "3 victims..." he was a scanning the city scrape for Izzie's apartment. Well shit.... he said aloud to himself as he started pacing on the roof. "vicious murder..." On that last part he started listening He crouched over the edge of the roof and listened best as he could. "3 victims found dead and a upper society girl alive bleeding out! Just now for a buck fifty you can read all about it" Chalker stood up and turned so his back was facing the street he dropped down and caught the edge of the roof. From there he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He walked up to the an and handed him 2 dollars. "Thank you sir!" he said happily handing Chalker his change. Chalker walked away and started reading fast as he could. Three male boys from the upper society were found murdered in a alley off of East Washington Street. One of the bodies was that of Eric Isanna, son of the great business tycoon Robert Isanna. The two others (Derik Itchavankoz and Andrew Foster)were the sons of less prominent but still wealthy business men. The autopsy report showed that all 3 deaths were caused from a bullet from a .357 magnum. The crime was reported by survivor from the incident. Kira Owens (19) was with the boys when it happened, in an interview she told reporters how they had been walking into town minding their own business when a disguised man came up behind them and shot her three companions. After incapacitating her with a shot to her right leg he left her there to die. According to Kira the attack was totally unprovoked and out of nowhere. In her own words "Another reason the lower society should be put down and the punishment for crimes made more severe." The police are currently looking for the man but as his face was concealed they have nothing to go on other than 'He sounded male'. They are trying to match his bullet to a gun in the system but so far the search has come up dry. The lack of information from the bullet leads the police to believe that it is an unregistered firearm. If a member of the lower society can so easily break the law whose to say that the violence created and perpetuated by them wont continue to grow and gain momentum? See more on this article and proposed new legislation on page A4. As Chalker finished reading he found himself incredibly angry. He had been a little bit panicked while reading the article, the attention he had just attracted wasn't good. I shoulda killed the bitch while I had the chance he thought angrily. The last part about how this was all the lower societies fault infuriated him though. Fuckin uppers, just like 'em. to blame the lowers, I was totally fucking justified in killing those damn pricks. Just shows my views are the only way to succeed in this war we're about to have Little did he know, the entire time he had been walking he had been getting closer and closer to Izzie's shop. If he had had to retrace his steps, he'd be screwed. As he tucked the newspaper into his back pocket he looked around to see where his feet had led him. He found himself by a block of houses. Wait a sec.... he said slowly as he noticed that the house nearest to him was the back half of the auto-shop that Izzie owned. Using a public mailbox and a telephone pole he made his way on top of the building. It was faster than walking all the way around the city block. He grabbed onto the flag pole above her shop and leaned out over the edge in a fantastic manner, when he looked down he saw both Izzie and Adie. Afternoon ladies! He called down with a friendly shout. He looked out to the telephone pole, gauged the distance and then jumped to the pegs coming out of the side. from there he jumped back to the wall and slid down before landing hard on his feet. He stood all the way up and looked at the two. How are you both? he asked genuinely curious. He liked Adie, and Izzie, he didn't dislike her and held her with respect so he wasn't just trying to be polite, he really did want to know how they both were. |
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| momo13 | July 24, 2012, 9:53 pm Post #12 |
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Adie stepped in and leaned back against the wall. "We need talkies. Longest range you have." the rebellion was stepping forward and Adie realized there was no real way to communicate. "something they can't easily tap into or trace." she did realize that what she was asking could be hard, maybe even impossible. But she also knew that if anyone could make it work, it would be Izzie. When Chalker popped his head in she looked back at him. "Hey, come in. We gotta talk. I need to know any in formation any of you guys have on any upper family. What are we up against? How badly will we be out numbered?" She had to think and be logical at this step. There was no way she would send her followers into a battle she didn't know enough about. If she had to postpone plans, so be it. Safety came first in the beginning. -- Sebastian nodded and let the two talk in peace. When it was time for her to deal with him again, he straightened his stance and sent a coy smile over to her. "Lead the way." She gave him a quick mini tour and dropped him off at his room. "I think I will be fine. Sweet dreams, Angel. I'll see you in the morning." with that he stepped into his room and looked around. The room he was in was smaller than his at home. And didn't have half of the pleasures he had. Oh well. Seems like he would have to make do. OOC
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| bornap | July 25, 2012, 1:20 pm Post #13 |
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"No, no, NO!" Gregor was getting slightly irritated at this point. "Manual clearly says that The Dark One has class A immunity to darkness spells. Not even Protection Break perk can do anything. You need to-" He stopped as Maurice was saying something over the phone. Maurice Thompson was Gregor's friend. Two of them, together with some other people, played Undergrounds & Demons role-playing game together. Maurice was new to it. "Yes, that is correct. Yes... Yeah. At that point, you roll for mind control resistance. Yeah... And THEN you apply that +2 bonus, yes. Okay then. Glad I could help. Anything else? No? Alright. Bye." Gregor hang up and then lied in his bed. Something wasn't right. He could feel it. It was that nausea-like feeling around his stomach that would appear when something bad is going to happen. But, it was known to... misfire, so to say. What could it be?, he wondered. Heh. Probably nothing. I have no incoming exams in foreseeable future. My parents' company is working issue-less. Gregor smiled. And it's not like the Lowers are going to rebel. Are they? |
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