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| Cage | Oct 12 2008, 12:29 AM |
 
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With a smirk Cage withdrew his hood, the rain slowly drenching his hair and exenterating his chiselled features. His expression was dark and he stood with his hands deep in his pockets, beneath his poncho. After taking a quick glance around, accompanied by a cliché flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, Cage offered an accepting nod. "My name is Cage and although I may not look it, I'm one of you" he spoke, his voice as calm as a lake on a summers morning, "I believe, as you do, that we are suppose to meet but for which purpose I am unsure". Cage motioned his arm towards the shelter and then proceeded to walk in that direction. Word's exchanged within cover would be easier yet would remain muffled to outside listeners; maybe this was the reason for the continual rain and the choice meeting. |
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