we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`
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				Title: <strong>we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 08:43:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://xb6.xanga.com/754f10eb38132216833841/z169673537.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 3.95em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>washington`</strong></span><br><br><em>A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand <br>at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.<br></em><br>-Psalm 91:7<br><br>-----<br><br><strong>Delilah Brookes</strong> 26 years ♀ <em>claimed by bella</em><br>x (http://pic.photobucket.com/spacer.gif) x (http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t272/corybishop_2007/brittany_murphy_22.jpg) x (http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/toontownjuggalo/Smokin%20Chicks/Brittany_Murphy-6.jpg) x (http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m176/niascissorhands/Brittany%20Murphy/uptown_still-055.jpg)<br><br><strong>Fynn Toubia</strong> 27 years ♂ <em>claimed by requiem</em><br>x (http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/James_McAvoy/penelope_movie_image_james_mcavoy.jpg) x (http://blogs.kpbs.org/blogs2/images/uploads/JamesMcAvoy.jpg) x (http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Penelope/penelope_movie_image_james_mcavoy__1_.jpg) x (http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/n/1/R/penelopepic11.jpg)<br><br><br><strong>Anton Marquette</strong> 22 years ♂ <em>claimed by grdell</em><br>x (http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/922/922143vri7oubnc1.jpg) x (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6Ae-vxd2JI/SJPOJT6OTII/AAAAAAAAEkQ/zRipSbP3QHE/s400/gaspard%2Bulliel%2B7.jpg) x (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKos-WpFP7E/SLSH3vEVecI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0lINxo7qw-Y/s400/twilight+GaspardUlliel4.jpg) x (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/86/Gaspardgfdl.PNG)<br><br><br>Original Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35470.0)<br>California (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35539.0)<br>Utah [coming soon]<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 15:18:24</strong>
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				<em>Dialog in &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt; is in French</em><br><br>"&lt;&lt;Anton! Where is that pâte à choux?&gt;&gt;"<br><br>For some reason, his father's voice grated on his nerves this morning. Maybe it was because he was out late last night, in spite of the fact that he knew he had to pull a shift at the bakery this morning, and was a little hung over. He took another swig of the bitter black coffee before answering.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Right behind you.&gt;&gt;"<br><br>His father turned and saw the saucepot still on the stove.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Damn it, Anton! You just left it like that?&gt;&gt;"<br><br>Anton tried not to lose his temper with his father - it would only deteriorate and become a full-blown row.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;I finished it just before you came in; it's still cooling.&gt;&gt;" His voice was measured and steady and just a little bit strained as he struggled to keep his cool.<br><br>His father gingerly touched the side of the pot, feeling the warmth still there. Acknowledging that Anton was telling the truth, he grunted and returned to his work.<br><br>"Andrè, we're just about to open. I thought we agreed to only speak in English when in the shop, yes?"<br><br>Anton smiled (Making sure his back was to his father so he couldn't see). His mother always did manage to have the upper hand around him.<br><br>"Oui, Jeanette," grumbled his father in a low voice.<br><br>His mother came into the kitchen and kissed Anton lightly on the cheek.<br><br>"You were out late last night, no? You're a good boy helping your father anyway." She patted him on the arm as he folded the dough for the batch of croissants he was making. "I've got to open the shop now. Try not to kill each other back here."<br><br>Anton nodded and resumed his work. A quick glance at the clock showed 6:57. God, who was willingly up at this hour?
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 08:54:26</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong> *Delilah Brooks*</strong></span><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp; "&nbsp; Carla!"&nbsp; Delilah Brooks called out to her friend and roommate from the open front door of the townhouse they shared in downtown Seattle,&nbsp; &nbsp; " Mandy and I are headed to that little french bakery down the street, want anything?" she smiled at her sleepy eyed 6 year old daughter who waited eagerly by her side.&nbsp; &nbsp; " Nah, nothing for me thanks. I'm starting my new diet today, remember?"&nbsp; Delilah and Mandy each rolled their eyes- together, in unison, at the idea of Carla starting yet<em> another</em> diet.&nbsp; &nbsp; " That's what..? Like the 3rd one this month?" she whispered playfully to Mandy as they made their way out the door. <br><br>&nbsp; Atleast one day a week,&nbsp; Delilah would get up early and walk with Mandy to the bakery for a breakfast of almond croissants, in which they would enjoy on the outdoor patio of the little french bakery before Mandy went to school.&nbsp; It had become a routine that they both enjoyed and looked forward to.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; As a young, single mother, Delilah constantly struggled with trying to juggle a full time job and spending quality time with her daughter.&nbsp; She originally thought that her job at <em>Secrets</em>, where she was an <em>exotic dancer</em>, would be ideal since working at night would allow her to be home and available for Mandy during the day.&nbsp; However, now that Mandy was in school until 3 p.m. every day and she had to be at work at 5p.m., their time together was very limited.&nbsp; Thank God for Carla, her best friend with whom she'd grown up with in Arizona, who had offered her a place to live after the nasty divorce with Mandy's father.&nbsp; Carla worked as a yoga instructor, offering classes out of the house which enabled her to be there for Mandy while Delilah was at work.&nbsp; And although she hated to admit it, she couldn't help the pang of jealousy she felt sometimes, at how close the two had become.<br><br>&nbsp; She pushed those thoughts away as they arrived at the bakery just as it was opening for the day.&nbsp; She smiled at the owner's wife, a lovely and petite woman whose kindness and sparkling personality always brought a smile to her face, &nbsp;"Good Morning Mrs. Marquette, how are you today?"&nbsp; Delilah led Mandy into the cheerful bakery as the delicious smell of freshly baked bread and rich, mountain grown coffee made her mouth water. &nbsp;"Hi Mrs. M!" Mandy greeted the older woman with her usual exuberant smile as she hurried over to the counter where all the pastries were lined up just fresh out of the oven.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:49:45</strong>
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				"Bonjour, Delilah! Bonjour, Mandy! Look how you're growing!" Jeanette was, as always, effervescent, no matter the time of day. "Soon you will be having two of everything, no?"<br><br>Jeanette was one of those petite women who made up for a small size with a huge personality. She was very attractive for being middle-aged, with only the barest hint of gray creeping into her otherwise glossy dark hair. She usually ran the counter, as she was best with the customers - remembering the names of the regulars and just generally putting everyone at their ease.<br><br>Anton poked his head out the door to see who was here already, and saw that it was Delilah. A regular customer, but one he could never quite bring himself to wait on. He found himself getting tongue-tied and acting stupid. He had such a schoolboy crush on her, but he would never let her know.<br><br>Never.
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				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:49:34</strong>
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				If there was a word in the English language that correctly conveyed a sense of jet-lag that combined with an overwhelming hangover, Fynn had not yet discovered it.&nbsp; <br><br>There were several words that came close to expressing how he felt that Seattle morning, the smell of the ocean surrounding him and the ever present nip in the air that suggested, no matter how bright and sunny it was, that winter was always close at hand.&nbsp; Hidden behind chic sunglasses and a stylish brimmed hat, he was trying to shake off the little celebration he'd cooked up last night upon his arrival, toasting the best of champagne and escorts the hotel had to offer.&nbsp; They were always cheaper outside of New York, and better for conversation at that.<br><br>Fynn slipped his pda from the pocket of his jacket, a soft badge overcoat that looked like it might be more at home on a aging literature professor than on a young lawyer.&nbsp; He had several appointments today with his client's contacts, as well as three offers to local factors direct from the partners of his firm.&nbsp; It was odd to consider himself a gofer, but it a strange and extravagantly well paid sort of way, he was.&nbsp; Still, the morning had left him positively ravaged from the evenings festivities, and he knew that part of that was (at least) minor dehydration.<br><br>When a nearby door opened and the scent of pastries - real pastries, not the cheap imitations Americans called doughnuts - found his senses, Fynn had to pause and consider.&nbsp; It was an ungodly early hour, the sun only barely showing it's color to the east with dark shadows still over the water.&nbsp; Far in the distance the lights of Bainbridge still hummed across the Sound, lines of traffic just truly starting to hit the streets as cars loaded onto the giant floating monoliths called ferries.&nbsp; He had more than enough time for a quick cup of tea, maybe a bite to eat as well.<br><br>Fynn slipped into the bakery and waited his turn in line, head bowed to read over the copy of the Seattle Times.
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 15:59:40</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u"> Delilah Brookes</span></strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bonjour, Delilah! Bonjour, Mandy! Look how you're growing! Soon you will be having two of everything, no?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Mandy beamed, her missing front tooth a testament of Mrs. Marquette's declaration, &nbsp;" Too fast I'm afraid.." Delilah said in a wistful voice as she followed Mandy to the counter.&nbsp; Despite the early hour, customers were already lining up behind them, which wasn't surprising considering the mouth watering bouquet of aromas that got carried on the morning breeze, drawing people in like bees to honey.<br><br>&nbsp; After ordering their usual almond croissants, Delilah watched as Mandy skipped over to their favorite table right in the front of the store where they enjoyed people watching as the city came alive for another bustling and busy day.&nbsp; She smiled at a dapper old man who had just strolled in wearing a fedora and carrying the daily paper in one hand, a cane in the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That will be 10.75 mademoiselle"&nbsp; Mrs. Marquette's chipper voice reclaimed her attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh! I'm sorry..." With a quick smile she paid the woman, got her coffee and Mandy's juice and as she turned,&nbsp; bumped right into a man standing directly behind her.&nbsp; Luckily, her coffee only splashed the pages of his paper in which he'd been reading and not all over his clothes.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;" Oh My god!!&nbsp; I am so sorry!" <br><br>&nbsp; She looked up at the man,&nbsp; who was much taller than her petite 5'4" frame, as a blush stole across her cheeks.&nbsp; It was hard to judge his reaction without seeing his eyes which were hidden behind a pair of dark, hip sunglasses.&nbsp; But&nbsp; as he shook out his coffee splattered paper she thought she saw the corners of his mouth curve upwards into what she only hoped was a smile yet had her holding her breath just in case.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:16:16</strong>
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				Fynn had just begun reading the main headline, something about some town in Arizona, when he started using the paper as a cover for watching the bum of the girl in front of him.&nbsp; Something told him that Arizona would still need some federal aid after he was done watching her ass, and at the moment it was far more entertaining.<br><br>He went back to the paper as she started ordering, then squinted to make sure he had read the last part right.<br><br>"Quarantine?&nbsp; What the bloody--"<br><br>When hot coffee is coming near you, even if it isn't predestined to hit you, the first impulse is always to not be in it's way.&nbsp; Fynn followed that mantra with a chirp of surprise, hopping backwards and holding the paper at length.&nbsp; Assured that he hadn't been burned, he shook the paper out to the side and gave a soft laugh.<br><br>"Oh, no bother.&nbsp; Just a trash sheet, after all... better used for chips than news." His eyes came up to her face, and slipped his sunglasses down with one hand to get a good better look at her.&nbsp; "No harm done, luv."
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 02:48:41</strong>
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				"Anton! Could you get the mop, please?"<br><br>Hearing his mother call for the mop could only mean that one of the customers has spilled something - again. Sighing, he leaves the croissant dough behind and retrieves the mop from the closet. When he sees that it was Delilah who spilled her coffee, suddenly he doesn't mind so much anymore.<br><br>"Excuse me," he says to the man with the dripping newspaper as he comes over with the mop bucket.<br><br>He listens and watches everything carefully as he goes about moving the mop around on the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 07:05:29</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Delilah Brookes</span></strong><br><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, no bother.&nbsp; Just a trash sheet, after all... better used for chips than news. No harm done, luv.""</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br><em>Damn!</em> she thought as the guy lowered his sunglasses, exposing startling blue eyes. <em>His accent was sexy as hell</em> She smiled up at him even as her cheeks grew flushed, &nbsp;"God! I guess my mind was elsewhere and I wasn't paying attention, are you sure I didn't spill any on you?" she looked him over to be sure, <em>even if her blue eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Mom?" Mandy's voice quickly averted her attention and likely saved her from making a further ass of herself, &nbsp;"what happened? &nbsp;" Oh, sweetie, I accidentally spilled my coff.." <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Excuse me,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; Delilah paused and with her hand on Mandy's shoulder,&nbsp; moved&nbsp; out of the way.&nbsp; She cleared her throat and sheepishly looked around in embarrassment while Anton, she thought his name was, quickly mopped away the mess.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;" Umm, thanks, Anton isn't it?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 12:29:26</strong>
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				He nodded to Anton and out of his way, not giving the employee much more though as he shook the paper out one last time before folding it back under his arm.&nbsp; Arizona could wait for now.&nbsp; He folded his sunglasses neatly into his pocket, returning his attention to the lady.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "God! I guess my mind was elsewhere and I wasn't paying attention, are you sure I didn't spill any on you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'm quite fine, I promise.&nbsp; Howver, as you have caused me an amazing amount of stress," he said with a grin, obviously playful, "I do demand that you-"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mom?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Fynn looked down at the girl, and all of his "get the girl" impulse quickly fed out the door.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't like children, it was more the amazing amount of work required versus the insane amount of commitment the lady was likely to be expecting.&nbsp; Mothers were just that way, all... maternal and the likes.&nbsp; Still, there was something to be said for a little worldliness.&nbsp; She did have an amazing backside, after all.<br><br>"Well hello there, cutie!" He said gently.&nbsp; "Is this your mum?"
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36564.msg1878615#msg1878615">Quote from: Bella on 13-05-2009, 07:05:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> &nbsp;" Umm, thanks, Anton isn't it?" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Um, yeah."<br><br>He keeps his head down as he works, simultaneously humiliated and exulted. His schoolboy crush attitude toward this woman the source of both. Normally he wouldn't care who saw him mopping up someone's mess - but this wasn't just anyone. She had both spoken to him - called him by name, in fact! - and was now watching as he cleaned up her mess. Life could be cruel, and often was.<br><br>He saw the man tuck the sodden newspaper back under his arm.<br><br>"You want to keep that, or you want me to throw it away for you?" he asks him.
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 07:38:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong><span class="bbc_u">Delilah Brookes</span></strong><br><br>Delilah felt horrible for her clumsiness and recognized Anton's frustration with being tasked to clean up after her.&nbsp; She knew he was the Marquette's son and saw him almost every time she came in here, yet they had never spoken two words to each other before now.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well hello there, cutie! Is this your mum?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Mandy, with her long blond ringlets and eyes as blue as a cloudless sky,&nbsp; looked like a miniature Delilah.&nbsp; Yet at 6 years of age, she still retained an air of carefree innocence along with an endless curiousity about the world around her. <br><br>&nbsp; "MmmHmm.."&nbsp; she nodded her head before asking, &nbsp; " Why do you talk funny?"&nbsp; referring to his accent.&nbsp; Delilah, having overheard,&nbsp; quickly&nbsp; interceded and gathered her daughter to her side, &nbsp;" Mandy, honey that's very rude to say to someone!"&nbsp; she looked at the man who she had not only spilled coffee on but had now been insulted, although unintentionally, by her daughter,&nbsp; and grimaced. &nbsp;" I'm very sorry, I...." A loud <strong>crash</strong> followed by a woman's scream interrupted her sentence.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Their attention was instantly rivoted to their left where an older, rather <em>large</em> man laid on the floor amidst a mangled looking table.&nbsp; A woman, his wife perhaps, was frantically calling out his name <strong> "George! George! Oh my god, George!"</strong>........&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 16:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36564.msg1881103#msg1881103">Quote from: Bella on 14-05-2009, 07:38:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; Their attention was instantly rivoted to their left where an older, rather <em>large</em> man laid on the floor amidst a mangled looking table.&nbsp; A woman, his wife perhaps, was frantically calling out his name <strong> "George! George! Oh my god, George!"</strong>........ <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Anton, mop forgotten, rushes over to the man to see if he's all right. Turning him over onto his back, he jumps back when he sees the bloody mucus spewed all over the man's front. In spite of it all, he reaches in to gingerly feel for a pulse at the man's neck.<br><br>"He's alive, but not doing too well..." he says, looking up at whoever is there to hear him.<br><br>Jeanette is more sensible than her bubbly exterior would make her seem, and is already calling for emergency services.
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 06:04:16</strong>
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				(OOC- sorry guys, is my turn or Requiems..??))
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				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 07:23:05</strong>
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				ooc; Perhaps you should establish a posting order?&nbsp; Haha, might make things a little less confusing.&nbsp; 8-)<br><br>Lets make it:<br><br>Requiem<br>Bella<br>grdell<br><br>from here on out.
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				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 17:28:23</strong>
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				((So sorry guys, I had to take a couple of days out for some family matters.&nbsp; Do we have an ooc thread?))<br><br>Fynn just grinned when the girl asked about his accent, and when the apology began he was ready.<br><br>"Don't think anything of it luv," He began, only to be cut off by the sudden commotion.&nbsp; Putting the paper of his face, he crouched down on the side of the man opposite Anton, looking him over.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Bloody hell, he looks like his lungs exploded."<br><br>His cell phone was out in a moment, and he looked up at the woman and her terrified daughter.&nbsp; Before dialing in the last "1", he stood and got himself between the sick man and the Innocent.<br><br>"Maybe you should get her out of here luv..." He said gently, then lifted the phone to his ear.&nbsp; "Yes, a man just collapsed at some bakery here... well, how the hell should I bloody know do I sound like I am from Washington?&nbsp; It's somewhere downtown."<br><br>Putting a hand over the microphone, he looked to Anton.&nbsp; "What's the address here mate?"
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 08:09:45</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">&nbsp; <strong>Delilah Brookes</strong></span><br><br>Delilah held Mandy close to her side while she,&nbsp; along with the rest of the bakery's patrons and staff,&nbsp; looked on in growing horror as the obviously very ill man went from bad to worse within a matter of minutes. <br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Maybe you should get her out of here luv..." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> His comment, delivered with a sharp nod of his head towards Mandy, had her shuffling her daughter back away from the scene with a swift but gentle nudge.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Come on Mandy, we need to leave now."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"But mom, I have to go to the bathroom,<em> really</em> bad..." <br>&nbsp; Delilah stopped her mad rush for the front door and sighed as she looked back over her shoulder.&nbsp; The man's wife was completely freaking out at this point and Mrs. Marquette along with another customer were doing their best to calm her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; With a firm hand on Mandy's arm she ushered her past the crowd and led her to the back where the restrooms were located &nbsp;" Alright honey,&nbsp; but you need to be quick alright..?"&nbsp; Delilah heard the faint sounds of sirens in the distance and felt relief that the ambulance would soon be there and prayed that they were in time. <br><br>&nbsp; Once inside the women's restroom, Mandy went into the first stall and Delilah went to the sink and washed her hands thouroughly with soap and very hot water.&nbsp; Although she did her best to remain calm for Mandy's sake, the incident with the man had terrified her.&nbsp; It wasn't as if the man had collapsed due to a stroke or heart attack, which would have been bad enough, but the way he seemed to cough up his internal organs in a mixture of blood and guts made it quite evident that something was <em>terribly and abnormally wrong.</em><br><br>&nbsp; A few minutes later,&nbsp; the toilet flushed and Mandy slowly opened up the stall door, &nbsp;"Mom, I don't feel so good"&nbsp; The gaunt and nearly colorless palor of her daughter's usually bright, peachy skin tone took her breath away.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mandy?" she said in as calm a voice as she could muster despite her rising panic &nbsp;"Honey, what's wrong....what is it?" Delilah rushed to her at the same moment Mandy turned back around into the stall and began throwing up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Delilah bent over her slight form and gently held back her hair and tried to soothe her by rubbing her back.&nbsp; Delilah had never been one to react well in panic situations, especially when Mandy was involved, yet she reigned in her fear and reassured her trembling daughter that everything would be O.K. <em> Please God! Let her be O.K.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 14:05:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36564.msg1886813#msg1886813">Quote from: Requiem on 16-05-2009, 17:28:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Putting a hand over the microphone, he looked to Anton.&nbsp; "What's the address here mate?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Anton rattles off the address automatically. Not knowing what else to do, he rushes behind the counter and gets a roll of paper towels to serve as a pillow. It might not be all that soft (despite what the commercials claim), but it's better than the floor.<br><br>He hears Delilah's daughter complain of her need to use the bathroom, and watches as they move off toward the restrooms in the back. Feeling helpless, he looks around. His mother is helping to calm the man's wife, and his father is peeking out from the kitchen to see what the commotion is, a comical little puff of flour on the end of his nose. Anton notices how it managed to get there as his father lifts his hand and coughs into it.<br><br><em>Is something going around? I hope it's not all as bad as this guy...</em><br><br>Not wanting to disturb the other patrons, he addresses his mother in French.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Can you check on the lady in the bathroom, mom? I'm worried about the little girl.&gt;&gt;"<br><br>Using his mother's affection for cute little girls to make sure Delilah was okay is a low trick, but he learned the art of manipulation from her, so he figured it was all right in the long run.<br><br>Jeanette nodded briefly. "Andrè! Get out here!" She made her way back toward the bathrooms, with a look toward Anton that spoke volumes. She knew he wasn't really concerned for the girl, but was curious to see how she was doing anyway.<br><br>Anton did his best to try to make the man comfortable while waiting for the ambulance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 19:11:33</strong>
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				Fynn managed to look more than a little concerned as he spoke into the phone.<br><br>"How long?" He asked incredulously, then nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, yes of course."<br><br>With his cell phone closed and returned to his pocket, he crouched down on the far side of the man.&nbsp; Fynn was by no stretch of the imagination a medical expert, but he had seen more than his fair share of summer colds and flu.&nbsp; This man looked sick in a way he didn't find comfortable.<br><br>"The uhm... the operator said it could b some time before the ambulance arrives.&nbsp; Apparently it is a busy sick day.&nbsp; I'll try calling the hospital if you want, but..." Fynn shrugged.&nbsp; "I guess the best idea is to just wait for emergency services, eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 07:19:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong><span class="bbc_u">Delilah Brookes</span></strong> <br><br>Mandy moaned as Delilah held her in her arms there on the floor inside the small bathroom stall.&nbsp; She had stopped vomitting and much to Delilah's profound relief, it was just "normal" puke- no blood or guts involved. <em>Thank God!</em>&nbsp; However, she was still burning up and had&nbsp; started to sweat profusely.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mandy, honey..?" she asked as she used the long sleeve of her Ed Hardy t-shirt to wipe her damp forehead, &nbsp; " How do you feel baby?"&nbsp; She had already decided that she'd call a cab to get them back home as Mandy was obviously in no condition to walk, but on second thought, would have it take them to the hospital instead.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; " My stomach feels an iddy-bit better but my head hurts and I feel kinda dizzy, and I'm really thirsty mom."&nbsp; &nbsp; "O.K., baby- what I want you to do is to wrap your arms around my neck so I can lift you up and carry you back to the front of the store where&nbsp; I'll get you some water and then I'm going to call us a cab to pick us up, O.K.?"&nbsp; She left the part about the hospital out for now as she didn't want to scare her further.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The bathroom door opened right as she stood up with Mandy in her arms and for some reason just seeing the kind and concerned look on Mrs. Marquette's face made her sigh in relief.&nbsp; Her own mother had died of cancer a few months before Mandy was born and she missed having her to turn to for support or advice on raising her daughter.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Delilah hefted Mandy more comfortably in her arms and knew that the older woman saw the worry written all over her face&nbsp; &nbsp; "Mrs. Marquette... how is everything out there?"&nbsp; But before the woman could respond, an agonizing scream filled the air &nbsp;" Noooo!!! Oh God, George..NOOOOOOoo!!!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 20:16:14</strong>
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				Anton pulled his hand away from the unfortunate man's neck. There was no more pulse to be found.<br><br>"Not really," he said to Fynn, before turning to the woman. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but he's gone."<br><br>And that was when she started screaming.<br><br>* * *<br><br>"Do not let it worry the little one," Mrs. Marquette responded over the wail of the patron's wife. "You should get home quick, yes? Get home and take some rest."<br><br>She looked worried, but she was also in control. A calming influence in spite of the things going on around them.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Anton stood and moved away from the emotional scene with the woman and her late husband. He figured he should get something to cover the body and headed back toward the kitchen. He saw his father standing in the doorway, looking confused. And rather pale.<br><br>He patted his father on the shoulder as he walked past, figuring he was just in shock from watching a man die in his bakery.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;It's all right, papa. There's nothing we could have done. Do we have anything to cover him with?&gt;&gt;" Anton was surprised at well he was handling the situation himself. He seemed as calm as if he was watching the whole thing on TV.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Yes. I'll go get the old cloth we used to cover the baguettes.&gt;&gt;"<br><br>Anton nodded and stood in the doorway and waited for his father, wishing like hell he could have a cigarette <em>right now.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 20:30:57</strong>
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				Fynn stared blankly at the body for a long time.&nbsp; Even with all his years in New York, the closest he had ever been to a dead body proxy through the evening news, or passing by a hospital.&nbsp; He sat down heavily as the woman wailed, a strange mixture of curiosity and astonishment on his face.<br><br>He got up and stood out of the way as people came and went, a detached numbness washing over him.&nbsp; He noted everything that happened in that analytical part of his mind, then stored it away to study later.&nbsp; He tried to be reassuring to anyone that said anything to him, and before the paramedics arrived he was outside.<br><br>Lighting a cigarette as thumbed a number into his cell, Fynn slipped his sunglasses back into place and listened to his messages.&nbsp; His eyes noted all the people moving through the scene; the paramedic that coughed, the pale ruber-neck that really looked like he shouldn't be driving, the attendant at the store across the road sipping from a bottle of flu medicine.<br><br>When he got the message that his meeting was called due to illness, Fynn actually started to feel a little worried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 18:23:11</strong>
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				<em> And so the end of life as we had known it began.&nbsp; Whatever problems or dilemas that seemed insurmountable just a week ago, suddenly became almost comical in comparison to what we face now...which is assumably the end of the world.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Carla finally died last night.&nbsp; I say finally, only because after I watched her suffer in gruesome agony for nearly two days, "finally".... was a blessing.&nbsp; Mandy had been sleeping alot lately,&nbsp; another blessing really... no further signs of her health getting worse.&nbsp; According to the now defunct "Emergency Broadcast System", which for two or three days, did nothing but repeat on a continual loop,&nbsp; the&nbsp; signs and stages of the deadly "super flu", if Mandy had it... she'd be dead by now. <br><br><br>&nbsp;I can't decide whether or not we're lucky or cursed to have apparantly been granted immunity from this bitch.......</em><br><br><br>Delilah closed the soft, aged red leather journal and placed it under her pillow before she glanced over at Mandy, who now slept with her in her big King sized bed, and checked- again- that she was still breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Thank God</em> she sighed before she closed her eyes.&nbsp; She hoped to find a few hours of peaceful rest without the strange dreams that had invaded her sleep the past couple of days.....&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[WASHINGTON] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 22:43:42</strong>
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				Anton fell to his knees after he finished shoveling the last of the dirt into his father's impromptu grave in the back yard. His eyes filled with tears as he recited an old French prayer, surprised that he had held out long enough to do this before breaking down. His father had been a hard man, but he had loved him anyway. It was hard watching him deteriorate as he had done over the past few days before finally giving in to this damn superflu that seemed to be killing off everybody. His mother was showing symptoms now, and he wondered fatalistically when he would start. He almost wished he'd go soon - knowing that the pain of watching his mother go the same way as his father was too much to bear.<br><br>He dropped the shovel in place, not bothering to put it away - what did it matter now? - before heading back into the house. They had closed the bakery four days ago, once it became clear that Andrè had the superflu. Now it was just him and his mother, and soon not even that... A fresh bout of weeping caused him to delay going back into the house for a few more minutes.<br><br>When he did finally make it back in, he headed up to his parents' room to find his mother barely awake in the bed.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Is it done?&gt;&gt;" she asked in a voice so parched and cracked that he hardly recognized it as hers.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;Yes, mama. It's done.&gt;&gt;" He came to the side of the bed and held her hand in both of his.<br><br>"&lt;&lt;You're a good boy, Anton.&gt;&gt;" She coughed some more before falling asleep again. He sat there, still holding her hand, and wept again.
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