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Post by pieandchips on Jan 18, 2009 9:48:11 GMT -5
"Fuck..." Leonard muttered
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 18, 2009 11:35:27 GMT -5
"Yes. Fuck." Mik agreed as one of him stamped on Leonard's back. The others descended, pummeling the feline intruder with a variety of weapons-- everything from pipes to chunks of concrete, fallen off from years of being ignored.
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Post by pieandchips on Jan 18, 2009 11:49:50 GMT -5
"ARGH! YOU - GAH! OH THAT HURTS" he cried in pain. Certain people didn't like being beaten within an inch of their lives
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 18, 2009 12:20:30 GMT -5
It was an acquired taste.
The Mik's backed away from Leonard. "You gonna leave or do we need to make a dogpile?"
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Post by pieandchips on Jan 18, 2009 13:14:17 GMT -5
"I won't move an inch!" said Leonard, barely managing to stand. His left arm was broken and he was also bleeding quite a lot.
(wait for NN1)
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jan 18, 2009 14:46:29 GMT -5
("aquired taste" XD I like that.)
"I'd be careful," Dexter noted, heaving his pack of supplies over his shoulder as he approached a dark hallway, his exit. "That kind of stubborness can get you into a lot of trouble. I should know."
With that, he darted out.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jan 23, 2009 13:05:10 GMT -5
(are we all done here?)
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 23, 2009 13:25:32 GMT -5
(OOC: I guess.)
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