Composer of Requiems
Hand over your presents.
- 1,566
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 34
- Missing, presumed alive. Last seen posting on PC.
- Seen Jun 13, 2011
OOC: ()_() This is moving too fast for me! Waaaa... ;_;
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Nic was still in a daze... he saw someone flinging a boulder, there was a battle, and the others had gone into a building. They had apparently forgotten all about him.
He had dragged himself to the side of the building, and slept. When he woke up, they had already left.
He moved to the nearest town. There was smoke.
"Another of those freaks! We don't want you here!"
-What do you mean, another freak? Was there another one like me?
"**** right! And he burned down that house there!"
So that was the smoke.
-I just want a place to rest.
"That's exactly what he said!"
The man reached out to attack Nic. Instinctively, he sidestepped, but the punch still connected. Blood flowed from his nose, staining the man's hand. In some gesture, he licked it and spat.
-You DON'T want to do that.
The blood was toxic, and the man was already starting to falter. The neurotoxins were in action, breaking down the nervous system.
Nic knew he would not be wanted here. As the others surrounded the man and called for a doctor, Nic left in what he hoped was the correct direction.
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Nic was still in a daze... he saw someone flinging a boulder, there was a battle, and the others had gone into a building. They had apparently forgotten all about him.
He had dragged himself to the side of the building, and slept. When he woke up, they had already left.
He moved to the nearest town. There was smoke.
"Another of those freaks! We don't want you here!"
-What do you mean, another freak? Was there another one like me?
"**** right! And he burned down that house there!"
So that was the smoke.
-I just want a place to rest.
"That's exactly what he said!"
The man reached out to attack Nic. Instinctively, he sidestepped, but the punch still connected. Blood flowed from his nose, staining the man's hand. In some gesture, he licked it and spat.
-You DON'T want to do that.
The blood was toxic, and the man was already starting to falter. The neurotoxins were in action, breaking down the nervous system.
Nic knew he would not be wanted here. As the others surrounded the man and called for a doctor, Nic left in what he hoped was the correct direction.