hunted expirements
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				Title: <strong>hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 03:30:38</strong>
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				Nero had just gotten to work when he got the emergency message , once he got it he turned around and ran leaving his stunned boss wondering what the one word message ment. he reread the message and instantly headed out of town, he didn't stop to pack anything and only grabbed his stash of cash on his way out of town and thank god he did. once he was out of town he saw his home on the news, it had been destroyed completely. growling at himself Nero pushed his way out of the dinner he was in and headed to the meeting place, colorado, the center of the united states of america it would normaly take him some time to get there but luckly there was a train headed in that direction and trains where one of the few modes of transportation that didn't explode when he used it.<br><br>the emergency message was only one word long but every expirement would know the meaning <em>"GO!"</em> it was simple and yet held a much larger mesage in it. the Company was after them and who ever sent the message was calling a gathering to defend themselves. in a few hours Nero was at the abandond warehouse they had picked out on a map the first day they had escaped, it had been many years since he had seen his old friends and wondered how many where still alive there had been 20 of them to begin with so this should be a big gathering if they where still alive.<br><br>when he blaste the lock on the door and opened it it seemed he was the first one there, and hopefully not the last. Nero quickly used his power to scan the area for bio-electricity and felt no one with in a mile of this place and at the moment he was alone, thankfully this place had a working generator so he wasnt feeling sick and if there was a attack he had a source of healing and recharging nearby. now all he could do was wait and see who all showed up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 07:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13483147/Kerli.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Christina DeLarose<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><strong>With:</strong>No One<br><hr>Christina was sitting at her computer desk.&nbsp; It had been a very long week at work and finally she had some alone time.&nbsp; Her bubble bath was running and she stood to grab a CD from her collection which lined her eggshell colored walls.&nbsp; That is when it happened.&nbsp; There was a buzzing from her phone vibrating and she looked at the small LCD screen mumbling <em>"Fuck".</em> under her breath.&nbsp; She turned her head as she heard helicopters overhead and ran to her bedroom.<br><br>She knew this day would come, so she had prepared, but she didn't think it would be today.&nbsp; She grabbed up her bag with some clothes, cash, and other odds and ends and dropped her phone to the ground, smashing it with her heel then ran to the kitchen.&nbsp; As her heels clicked against the tile she thought about how she would miss this place and blew out the pilot light on her stove before turning on the gas.&nbsp; She then went outside... They were getting closer.&nbsp; She got into her silver prius and drove down the road.<br><br>About an hour away she dropped off the car she had been in for a less suspicious mini-van and headed to Colorado, where she was sure to meet a few old friends.. If they had made it.&nbsp; <br><br>It took 4 hours of straight driving to reach the abandoned warehouse.&nbsp; She pulled in softly and cut the power to it, leaving the keys incase they needed a fast escape and made her way into the warehouse.&nbsp; Her hand reached up to touch the knob of the door and the lock appeared burnt or busted apart.&nbsp; "How peculiar..."&nbsp; Christina slipped off her pumps and made her way slowly inside keeping on her guard just in case.&nbsp; She peered around a corner and saw someone standing alone and raised her hands.&nbsp; While this may have looked as though she were giving up something or surrendering, this could also be an unknown danger.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FireWave</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 12:38:44</strong>
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				Falcon idly shifted her weight from one taloned foot to another, waiting for the moment to come. The moment when she could finally change back. She had made many mistakes that day, and she wasn't about to make another one. And for once, she was extremely glad that birds didn't have the strongest sense of smell ever. Because if she had been able to smell, this place would probably have been unbearable. For she was in the sewer. The absolute worst place to be, but she had been forced to come down here because of the multiple mistakes she had made that day. At least she had been able to find a decently dry place to wait it out. She decided to list all the mistakes she had made, just so she wouldn't make them again. <br><br>Firstly, she had gotten so drunk that she had been compelled to change forms, and therefore was stuck as a falcon for a day. Second mistake was that she had decided to take a fly around and over the rooftops of San Diego, bad idea because she had gotten a brain overload of different feelings and thoughts from a whole lot of people that she didn't even <em>want</em> to know about. Third mistake, getting seen. A bird holding a cellphone in her talons, hovering at head height was quite the thing to see. And people had seen. Fourth mistake, winding up down there in the sewer, just to avoid being seen. How could this day get any worse? She got her answer. The phone in her claws started to buzz, and the warning sign 'Go!' shouted up at her eyes which burned slightly in the sudden light, since the sewer was rather dark.<br><br>Falcon gaped at the phone for a few seconds, knowing that she had to start moving, so she slowly expanded her wings until they were out completely, leaving the phone on the floor as it would provide unnecessary baggage and a method of tracking her. Then she was up in the air, gliding low over the river of disgusting water. Soon enough, she arrived at the meeting place, sensing the thoughts of at least two people there already. It had been a long time since she had seen the others, and she wondered how they were all doing. Seeing a open window, she glided through it, her eyes already looking around for the others. In bird form, it was unlikely that they had seen her. Until her next mistake, that was. Every twenty four (24) hours, Falcon had to change back from bird form back to human form. And she had passed her limit. So she plummeted to the ground like a bird fallen from the sky. Literally. "Shit!" She hissed in between her teeth, getting to her feet. <br><br>She had managed an okay landing, but she checked her elbows and knees over for scrapes anyways. There wasn't anything too serious. Then she looked up and around sheepishly, not really thinking that that had been the greatest first impression ever. Her attention was drawn to a girl (she had forgotten her name) that said hello from the other side of the warehouse, and Falcon hesitated for a second, before shrugging. "Hi there." She replied, looking around to see if anybody else was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 22:09:31</strong>
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				(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br><br>Nate had never considered the fact that they would ever have been found, his own care free manner and relaxed life style had started out as just a front to help keep his emotion sensitive powers in check but like with so many before him, he lived the lie so much that it had become the truth.<br>he had been living in Chicago for little over a year now, having moved after a bad break up in Miami had caused what weather reporters were calling "the worst storm to ever his California without warning" <br><br>He hadn't heard his phone go off, the shower was to noisy. So when he was out and dressed it came as no surprise that he only just had time to register the simple one word text saying "go!" before the door to his little flat burst open and a large group of feds came in followed by a strange looking woman in track suites "play time" she grinned and pointed both her hands at him as if they were guns. the wall behind Nate exploded, leaving two bullet shapped dents but no shells.<br>"ah shit" Nate could feel the fear set in, they had found him, he had gotten careless. The girl was looking angry at her self for missing which gave Nate his chance, picking up a heavy looking ornament he smashed the window and sent a powerful wave of air out behind him which propelled him into the sky and then off into the distance, his arms occasionally moving like ores to keep propelling him on.<br><br>Despite how&nbsp; &nbsp;long it had been since they escaped, Nate still remembered the meeting place and so it was not long before he touched down just outside of the warehouse, the sudden burst of wind that bought him there sounding like a storm and then the low base sound when it dissipated. As he walked over, he briefly wondered who he would find, out of the twenty who had escaped, who else had survived? what would they look like now?<br><br>The door was to loud for his liking, it screeched against the hinges when he opened it "so much to incognito" he muttered and then looked around "Hello, anyone else here yet?" he called out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuredee</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 05:57:58</strong>
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				(http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3600/017qr.jpg)<br>&nbsp;(Bridget Nash)<br><br>Nash would be late. She was perhaps six hours away from the desired location but she was in no hurry. Truth be told she liked the life she had without everyone else. She was a nobody before she had met them and she was a nobody after. She paid cash for a sleazy motel room where she could rest a few hours. After all, this is where the trucker dropped her off before he parted down a route that wouldn’t bet her any closer to where she needed to be. The raven haired woman tosses her bag by the front door and shuts it behind her. Her tired feet drag across the carpet of her rented room and she plops her rear on the used mattress. She dips down to unlace her steel toed boots before kicking them off toward the wall. She flops over. <br><br>Brown eyes close as she takes a deep breath. She was going to miss the quiet but most of all the loneliness. She struggled dealing with the company of others but unfortunately that is no way to live. She squirms on the bed to stuff her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants and find a smoke, “god damn,” she mumbles. She just got a package of gum in there and a few mint wrappers. The woman slides off the bed to return to her bag of personal belongings, not that she had much in the way of those either. Stuffed into the side pocket of her bag was a little white baggy. A little something-something for the road. Nash prepares a line on the surface of the coffee table in the room and snorts it all back. A soft hum of sweet satisfaction purrs off her lips and all those feelings about returning to ‘em didn’t matter so much. <br><br>Since the initial message she had kept her phone off. She didn’t want to hear jack shit unless they were buying her lunch… and she doubted that they would. She must of spent a few hours in the motel before she decided to turn the damn thing on again, “radioactive-cancer-producin-son-of-a-message,” she slurs as the phone dings, “oh,” it was just saying her battery is low. Nash sets up the charger do-hickey and sends off a text to whats-his/her-face (whoever wishes to get the message feel free to take initiative) that says: runnin late. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 16:49:11</strong>
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				Nero had not been at the meeting place long before people started showing up, he kept himself hidden up on one of the steel bars across the cieling of the building. his cell phone vibrated and a message from some chick he didn't know saying she was running late, then he remembered one of there techno powers had made it so that if any one sent a message to the munber that called them here all phones in this building would get the message.<br><br>closing the cell Nero dived off the cieling and landed inbetween the three people down there, every one has changed in both apearance and name so he didn't remember any of them. <strong>"where any of you the person that sent out the alert?"</strong> seeing no one said yes he looked at his watch before he continued <strong>"i guess that means they must have gotten them, which begs the question where the hell if every one else? its ten o'clock and we are supost to be here before eleven the day after we got the massage."</strong> <br><br>if they wheren't here that must mean they where dead, only one that might still be alive was the chick that texted them. this was not looking good for them nto good at all. <strong>"oh and by the way my names Nero, they used to call me lightning." every one of them had a code name the company called them by usualy having something to do with there powers</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 17:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13483147/Kerli.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Christina DeLarose<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nero, Everyone <br><strong>With:</strong>Nero, Nate, Falcon<br><hr>Christina heard the flapping of wings before much else, followed by a toppling and looked in that direction.&nbsp; She found its source and helped the girl up as she said "Hi there"&nbsp; <strong>"Are you okay?"</strong>&nbsp; She said staying on her guard.&nbsp; Since being quiet was no longer mandatory she slid her heels back on after she helped the girl up.&nbsp; <br><br>During this time she had missed the squeak of the door until a voice said, "Hello, anyone else here yet?"&nbsp; She kept on her guard until the figure would come upon her, seeing a nearly white-blonde haired woman standing well dressed in the run down building.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello."</strong>&nbsp; My how everyone had changed.&nbsp; She couldn't tell who they were.<br><br>It was a strange meeting and was only made stranger when a newcomer jumped between them. Startled, Christina jumped back and threw her hands up, nearly blowing up a pile of crates, but refrained.&nbsp; It wouldn't be wise to put all of her cards on the table just yet and with that thought she put them down. <strong>"What the hell.. Are you trying to scare us?"</strong>&nbsp; She listened to the man speak and made a reply when needed.<strong>"I didn't send anything.&nbsp; But I did destroy my cell."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at both of the men in her prescence and though her memory wasn't the greatest she knew at the very least they had aged well.&nbsp; <strong>"Hi Nero, my name is Christina.. they used to call me... well its a bit embarassing so just call me that"</strong> She said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FireWave</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 12:42:17</strong>
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				Falcon grinned sheepishly at the girl who helped her up. <strong>"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I hate it when that happens."</strong> She commented a bit sheepishly, having had the vague hope that nobody had seen her mess up, but evidently they had. Oh well. Falcon raised an eyebrow a fraction at the girl's high heels, not quite sure if the choice of footwear was quite appropriate, then she regained control of her face and decided that it didn't matter much. What mattered was that this girl was alive, because it didn't look like the others were going to make it anytime soon. She didn't want to think about that, so she tried finding a distraction for her brain. The guy that dropped out of nowhere was a pretty good distraction.<br><br><strong>"Was it really necessarily to jump in like that?"</strong> Falcon demanded, a bit snappishly, but then she sighed slightly. She didn't need to get a bad face already, and she made a mental note not to be too mean and hold her temper for the time being. <strong>"Good to re-meet you, I suppose, Nero and Christina. And I didn't send anything either, but I sure did fly like hell to get over here."</strong> Falcon said, grinning briefly, before her mind reeled back to what could have happened to the others, and the girl who had sent the warning in the first place. Great. <strong>"Oh, and I'm Falcon. And my nickname was also Falcon, so not much to explain there." </strong>She added quickly with a small smile. Then her mind was back at the wonder-what-happened-to-them stage. <strong>"Is this all of us?"</strong> She asked worriedly, not liking the odds. In order for her to have felt safe, it would have been nice for two or three more people. Or maybe ten. Four was too little. What had happened to them all?
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 19:27:32</strong>
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				(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br>Seeing the three who had already arrived, Nate walked over, he grinned as both lightning and Falcon revealed themselves although he knew he would go mad trying to work out who Christina was "i'm Nate, its good to see you all again, i used to go by the name Tempest" <br>He took a proper look around the building then, the steal beams that ran in all directions above them were covered in rust and the floor was covered in filth and dust "well this was a good meeting place after all, nobody is going to want to be anywhere near this place" his expression darkened "did you guys all notice, they created more of us and there using them to hunt us all down" his fists clenched "i didn't get the message until they were already at my door so i met one of the newer ones, didn't a few of us go back and destroy that facility?" he could feel himself working up into a fit of anger so he closed his eyes willing himself to calm down again, the dust on the floor seemed to slowly start lifting off the ground and the wind picked up outside.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuredee</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 19:48:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img195/645/017qrul.jpg)</div> Could have been a while since company showed up. No one was supposed to show up and that was the problem. It could have been 4am for all she knew when the door to her motel room busted off its hinges. The crack and splintering of the wooden frame rang violently in her ears and she responded quickly. Nash flipped over the mattress and bed on its side- it made for a horrible shield but it was far better than nothing. A spray of gunfire spliced through the air, bits and pieces of the mattress dusted the small room. Her heart was racing rapidly in her chest, god she felt as though it would rip through her ribcage! From somewhere beyond the thin wall that looked more like Swiss cheese, she could see shadows of figures and hear the clicking of their guns being reloaded. From where she was Nash darted out for her bag near the door and rushed back to the shittiest man-made cover she could accomplish. The second spray of lead ripped apart the room. <br><br><em>Ringing</em>. That was all she could hear. Even the shattering of the TV and shit falling from the wall was just a dull noise behind all the ringing. It felt like an eternity had passed in a matter of seconds. Silence settled about the petite room and Nash tried to regain her sense of control, “aw…” the sound slips from her mouth. Her shirt is damp and sticking to her flesh. She doesn’t want to look to see why, but her body feels numb- adrenalin right? One… Two- fuck three. Nash already sprung from her location with her bag hanging off of one shoulder. From the bathroom she kicked out the window and was small enough to shove her bag through and then slip out too. <em>Run. Like. Hell.</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:09:48</strong>
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				Nero smiled and greeted each of the other experiment's in turn, he was worried though out of all twenty experiments only the four of them had shown up and a possible 5th if they decided to show up.<br><br>it was a smart idea destroying the cell phones except Nero held onto his since it couldn't be tracked, when it came to the grid if the phone was off it didn't show up and this cell had been modified so it had no battery and only worked if he sent a small charge through it but the side effect of the charge was the GPS locator had been fried along time ago<br><br>he remembered the code names tempest and falcon and he could understand the desire not to use those anymore so he didn't push the other girl. the news that Nate brought was bad, very bad if the company had made more expiriments they where all in trouble. <strong>"this is bad really bad, it seems there is only 4 of us left with a possible 5th is they are not dead yet. and yes Nate some of us did go back i was in that group, when we got there the buolding was gone, as if it never existed in the first place."</strong><br><br><strong>"for now we have to asume all other expiriments are dead or captured. fuck! why could they not get a message through earlier?"</strong> Nero's eyes shone with electricity as he started pacing so he could think.<br><br><strong>"we will wait for another hour and if the porson who sent that text isnt here we will asume they are dead aswell. then we will set a few traps for these new super humans the company made.""</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13483147/Kerli.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Christina DeLarose<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nero, Everyone <br><strong>With:</strong>Nero, Nate, Falcon<br><hr>It was common for Christina to take in her surroundings to see just what she had to work with.&nbsp; She smiled at her three comrades as they made introductions.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I suppose I can tell all of you my name.. then.&nbsp; It was Supernova."</strong> These shoes were hurting her feet and if they had company she would need to lose them anyway.&nbsp; <strong>"Tempest.. that had a bit of familiarity to it.&nbsp; I don't know where from but..."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged. <br><br>She stood next to the other female and watched as Nero's eyes shone a bit . <em>Lightning</em>&nbsp; Perhaps he could control lightning or electricity.&nbsp; And it was clear what the girl could do, catching her escapade as she enterred the building. <strong>"Hey falcon, I have got some clothes out in the minivan if you need any extra.&nbsp; I figured it was only a matter of time before they came to find us so I tried to stay prepared. I do suggest we form some kind of game plan just in case they find us because they may have gotten information from one of the captured ones, or follow others on their way here. "</strong> She didn't want to come across as harsh or anything but when it came to her life or the lives of others she genuinely cared.&nbsp; <strong>"what kind of traps are you thinking Nero?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked toward the man that had fell in front of them and hoped for an answer but if they each knew everyone's power that could help to formulate the most efficient plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FireWave</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 15:11:40</strong>
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				Falcon did her best to memorize the names of everybody there. It shouldn't have been to hard, should it?... Except she had a pretty rubbish memory. She was pretty sure that she was going to be able to remember Christina, as she was the only other girl, but the other two... Falcon had pretty much forgotten already. They both started with Ns, right? Falcon shrugged, giving up. She would just address the others as 'you' or 'hey' for the time being. Falcon grinned at Christina as the girl revealed her name. "<strong>I remember you now! I loved that nickname, I was constantly jealous."</strong> Falcon told her, perking up slightly. It was true, since back then, way back then, Falcon had been quite the girly girl. Now days she was perfectly fine with her name.<br><br>Falcon couldn't say that she remembered the others very much though. It could have been because of her horrible memory, or because she hadn't known them for too long yet, but either way she didn't remember them. Falcon smiled at Christina when she offered the clothes, nodding. <strong>"That would be nice, and that was smart. I had a small bag of possessions just in case, but I was hanging out in the sewer at the time of the call."</strong> Falcon told her, making a sour face before glancing down quickly at herself. When she shifted, she still had her clothes on, but sometimes they were messed up, but until then Falcon hadn't taken the time to check. Luckily, her clothes had stayed pretty much intact, though there were a few holes on her pant legs. Not the worst price to pay ever.<br><br>Falcon looked at the guy that had jumped down from the middle of nowhere when he spoke about traps, her interest immediately captured. She liked all things that had a spring and some mechanisms, and traps often had both. But it was the fact that everybody seemed resigned to the fact that they were going to get found in this hiding place that scared Falcon a tiny bit. Was there really no place safe in this world for them?
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 23:45:36</strong>
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				Nate nodded at Nero's explanation, he himself would have been part of the group if it weren't for the fact that he had been on the run at the time. Trouble with the police happened often for a teenager who had powers that were as bad as his when it came to emotional control. <br><br>"So what are we supposed to do now? its all well and good that were getting back together again but there has to be a point" he didn't like the fact that they had all been called there, especially when they had no idea who it was that called them in the first place.<br>"i'm going to check outside, see if i can spot anyone coming." With that he let the wind lift him up so that he shot up into the air, flying right through a hole in the roof before he landed gently on the roof. Squatting down he let his eyes roam the area, trying to find any vehicles or even people that might be on there way. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuredee</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 03:42:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img195/645/017qrul.jpg)</div>She was late. There was no doubt about it. Time had escaped her and so did a lot of blood. She found herself hiding beneath some sort of platform at a fair. It was early in the morning -<em>I Think</em>- and those people must have been tailing her. They surely could have caught her if they wanted to by now. Maybe they assumed she was going to lead them to a few others just like her. They were wrong. Leaning against the board beneath a stage she dug through her bag, “to hell with this shit,” she mumbled as she began to swallow every drug she had on her. Any normal person would O.D. and die beneath this stage but not Nash. She would most certainly be the highest she’ll ever be and probably feel ill when she comes crashing down from it…&nbsp; She leaned to the side to maneuver her phone out from her pocket to make a quick call… <br><br>“I’m not going to make it,” she states. Hell, she could have been leaving a voice mail for all she knew. She’s already unsure if anyone even picked up. <em>Did someone say hello? Damn,</em> she thought, <em>I’m so fucked up right now.</em> “People are following me…” Carefully she dares to look down at the wound. It was hard to tell where she was hit. Her clothing was soaked right through, her lap and thighs were red too, “wow,” she breathes into the mouthpiece of her phone, “I got no one to fix me up right now,” she is trailing off. It could have been the nausea from seeing her injury or it was the copious amount of narcotics going through her system, “I like be’n no-bud-”<br><br>Slipping away never felt so easy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 22:42:25</strong>
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				Nero watched Nate float through the ceiling and sighed <strong>"alright as for traps i was thinking setting this place to explode when the Company gets here, by then i hope to be long gonefrom here."</strong> the truth was he wanted to leave now, the person that had not shown up yet was bothering him. just then his phone rang and he quickly answered it and he got into a strange conversation. <strong>"hello? . . . what do you mean you not going to make it?! . . .can you hear me??!! if you can run! don't sit or Lay down, oh no . . ."</strong><br><br>he stood there stunned for a few moments before he said <strong>"we have to leave now, shes not comming they got her, and if shes still alive they will get her to tell them we are here."</strong> Nero blinked repeatedly to clear the tears from his eyes, he felt responsible for these people after all it was him that got them out of there prison in the first place, when the guard got to close he made a spit second desition that seemes to have gotten about sixteen people killed when he made the desition to leave the Company. <strong>Nate we have to get this place ready to blow up, our fith member isnt coming."</strong> he shouted up&nbsp; at him as he turned to Falcon and Christina hoping they had not seen him about to cry <strong>"if eather of you knows how can you set a trap on the front and back doors and rig it to the generator over there? im going to set that and all of its fuel to go boom."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 03:52:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13483147/Kerli.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Christina DeLarose<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nero, Everyone <br><strong>With:</strong>Nero, Nate, Falcon<br><hr>She watched as nate took to the skys and smiled watching him.&nbsp; Hm.. he was an interesting member she would surely have to get to know.&nbsp; Just then Nero spoke and she nodded.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I can blow up the foundations as well but we will only have minutes from the time I do it to get out of here.."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Falcon and bid her to follow as she went to get chains to rig them to the generators, door and anything explosive.&nbsp; <br><br>After finishing it she went back to Nero.&nbsp; <strong>"It is very nice to see you again."</strong> she said with a smile as she got her bag from toe doorway, ready to change her clothes into something lighter, and more comfortable she herself had designed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"If you need some clothes feel free to see what you'd like in my bag"</strong>&nbsp; She smiled to falcon making her way to the bag on the floor looking for a more discreet place to change.&nbsp; She had made herself a suit because she had always thought of what it would be like to be a superhero and spending her extra time in the arms of an equally special man.&nbsp; Form fitting, comfortable, stylish, and most of all secretive.&nbsp; She actually liked her masterpiece quite a bit, and it helped part of her dream come true, or at least made her feel better, having a bit of animosity.&nbsp; When she found a spot to change she would emerge from the space in a silver and black corsetted suit, with no sleeves and some sleek boots.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Nova's Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/143025/charmed-wardrobe-department-pipers-super-hero-costume-profile.jpg)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: hunted expirements</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FireWave</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 14:24:23</strong>
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				(I'm so sorry it took so long!)<br><br>Falcon's head jerked around as she heard a phone ring, narrowing her eyes since phone signals were huge pointers to where they were, but then she realized that the conversation must have been very important since Nero seemed to be panicking. With her bird hearing, Falcon was able to pick out most of what was said. What she did figure out didn't warm her heart at all. When Nero announced what had happened, Falcon felt her heart sink. She had already known, but somehow announcing it made it official and emphasized just how much danger they were in.<br><br>Falcon wasn't really sure what to do, she had no idea how to set traps or blow things up. Sure, she liked traps, and sure, she knew how to do some rabbit and small mammal traps, but that wouldn't do any good on humans. Especially not the humans they were targeting. Seeing Christina move off, Falcon hastened to follow. It wasn't like she had made any connections with the others, anyways. Falcon watched with interest as the other girl set everything up, making some mental notes now and then on critical parts just in case Falcon needed to know something at some point or another. It was unlikely, but you never knew these days.<br><br>Once the rigging was done, Falcon continued to follow Christina until she realized that the girl was going to change, and after that Falcon retired to a corner to watch what was happening as well as watch for danger, but not before smiling in appreciation at Christina's offer of clothes. Nate might have been on look out up on the roof, but Falcon preferred to see for herself about things like that. There were only too many things that could happen, and she preferred trusting her life to herself then somebody else. When Christina came back from changing, Falcon nodded to her. <strong>"Nice."</strong> She commented. It was a bit over the top, but it was well made and designed.<br><br>Seeing Christina all dressed up made Falcon slightly self conscious, and she looked down at her clothes for a moment. As she had noted earlier, there were holes in the navy track pants that she wore, but the white T-Shirt was good enough for the time being. Her moment of self consciousness over, Falcon looked out of the barn, once again checking for any signs of pursuit. She didn't only use her eyes, but her ears as well as her 'sixth sense'. She didn't sense anything, but somehow that made her more uneasy than knowing that there was something there would have. Falcon didn't like not knowing where the opponent was, that they could be quite literally anywhere.<br><br>Falcon shook the feeling off and turned back to Nero and Christina. <strong>"Can we get out of here already? Like, soon? This is freaking me out." </strong>She said, only realizing afterwards that she might come across as a coward for saying that. Then Falcon decided that she had been bothered too much about how she came through that day and dismissed it. The others might as well know who she was for what she was. Falcon cast another glace outside, biting her lip slightly.
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