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				Title: <strong>Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 10:27:48</strong>
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				It’s the year 2109. Years and years of constant wars have depleted the Earth’s energy and destroyed most of the ecological features of the earth. The oceans have almost dried out, the forests have died and most of the landscape has turned into a barren wasteland of dust and old ruins. Vicious plagues and viruses almost wiped out humanity. All nations found their own way of surviving. European countries clustered together, forming communities of millions and millions of people living in secured zones, manipulating the weather to keep the diseases out and working around the clock for vaccines for all possible diseases.<br><br>Asian countries have built huge towers housing a million people completely covered from the outside world, connected to each other with underground tunnels. Africa and South America have turned into huge immense deserts. North America has protected their cities with domes creating an artificial atmosphere.<br><br>Life outside the big settlements is almost non existent as the life expectancy is very low because of all the diseases. Anarchy rules in the barren wastelands and only the strongest will survive.<br><br>Under one of the North American domes of what once was New York, a vast sewer system stretches out for miles. Mostly inhabited by outcast from the city, plagues and diseases run free as the sewerage is still used by some areas of the domed city. Underneath one of the better areas of the dome, the sewer is not used anymore and a small group of refugees, healthy and unharmed by any form of diseases is holding out, fighting off the infected. Led by a young female this group of refugees has made this part of the sewer their home and equipped it with all sorts of luxury the rest of the sewer is jealous at.<br><br>“Yes I know we’re running low on ammo. I asked for a fresh batch already Kyle but the suppliers have to be careful as well.” <br>Staicey sat on the worn couch she had managed to get from the dome on one of their roaming parties. Once they got caught, the dome authorities had sealed their part of the sewer and their roaming was over.<br><br>“If we have to we can give up section 9 as a buffer and seal ourselves off into 10 and 11.” <br>The young man who had reported nodded and left.<br>“Oh Kyle,” Staicey added before the man had left her private quarters in the far corner of a small section of the sewer. <br>“Assemble a party, give them masks and roam the sewers again. Those pathetic diseased drag all kinds of items from the ruins down into the sewers. Anything of use, bring it to me.” <br><br>With that the man left the private section, called the Royal Suite or just referred to as Section 12 to those who didn’t know it existed. It only had one entrance through a small corridor and was sealed with two doors, the one on the outside heavily camouflaged to protect their leader.<br><br>She sat back on her sofa and turned on the only television in the sewers. This private quarter was almost a real house with all the luxuries of one, and Staicey had made it feel like home. Though her real wish was to get back up to the domes where she had lived until her parents died. The legal system of the domes failed again and again and random people at random times were ‘discarded’ to make room for the newer and stronger people. She was a weak link with no parents and no future and was soon arrested and send down here. That was two years ago and ever since she had been waiting for her revenge, breeding on plans to get back to where she belonged.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 19:44:30</strong>
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				But some items they didn't have to drag into the sewers. Some items were <em>thrown</em> into the sewers, because of one or another reason.. <br>One of these was Nimah. Sand brown skin, soft and exciting, that seemed to have a sort of reddish glow, flexible and slim body, strangely long palms and fingers that were moving daintily, a noble face that could equally be a man's just like a female's, tall figure, taller than an average male's and stronger than an average woman's. Hair is dark brown, almost black and in heavy waves, its touch must had been raugh.<br><br>This was Nimah. A wounded fairy, a deadly tired wanderer, dark butterfly. Only her blue eyes were glittering sometimes, when she passed a humble torch by, smelling with firm scent of petroleum or something similar. Her eyes were beautiful but red, inflamed almost everywhere except her pupils, just like the only thing she was doing in her past life was crying. She was nothing but a groping-stumbling ghost in this forever land of shadows, a lost child with twenty eight years behind her, dirty in her dirty and plain long linen outfit. Even her rumpled hair seemed to dress her better than her clothes, though they covered almost her full body. <br>She was silent. Listening.<br>This was Nimah.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 03:19:06</strong>
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				In the dome, he had been an attractive man. His hair a soft sandy brown, his skin a shade of white that only came around from living primarily in offices lit by electricity, and dinner parties in which candle light and fine wine are the standard. His eyes were a gentle green, his features male but in only enough that his gender and masculinity was assured, but soft enough so that it did not define his features. Clean, respectful, and content with his position as one of the beta class leaders of the city. Not too much responsibility, but enough to keep him busy. A marriage to the daughter of two Alpha class leaders was due to qualify him to the far removed high rises of the cities upper class pent houses. Dear Elizabeth, sweet sweet Elizabeth. What would she think of him now? Branded, cast out as a criminal. He hoped she didn't believe it, he hoped she would question. But... she was a good citizen, loyal, dedicated, she would no more think him innocent than she would shatter the dome's walls. <br><br>Stupid stupid stupid. How the hell could he have been so dumb. He knew the risks of the outside world, knew the dangers, the disease, the, the Filth! The slightest cut, the slightest wisp of outside air, any way to get into you, a dozen virus's that could kill you in minutes, and a hundred more that would kill you much slower, making you beg for death. And not just the viral enemies, savages in the outside wastes. Monsters, mutations, brutal criminals masking themselves as refugees. So many warnings, so much knowledge. Survival plans, educational films. All of that training, all of those little tips, and he trips on a pile of loose concrete and wreaks his knee. <br><br>He sat, back to the curved wall of the ancient sewer access route, praying that any second, he would hear the shouts of his people, muffled of course by their filter hoods. See the glare of a flashlight around the corner. He could already imagine it, they would tell him that there had been a mistake, they had the wrong man. They DID have the wrong man, they had to. Those crimes, no, no, the only blood on his hands was his own. Seeping quietly between his fingers, his hands pressed hard against the tear in his knee, trying in vain to hold the blood in, and the virus's, which he was sure coated every surface in sight, out. <br><br>"Dear god, why won't it stop," Of course, the tear was the least of his worries, it was what lay beneath. He had not tried to move the joint since he had hit it, but the fresh memory of the shooting, searing white hot pain made him content to never try moving it again. Less than two hours out of the dome, and he was sure that he was not going to last the next fifteen minutes. He was not sure how much blood the human body could loose, but his education in the dome has been the best, or at least, thats what they said in the dome. Whatever the truth was, he was sure that with the next drop, the next oozing lurch of crimson life force would run the well dry, that soon he would be reduced to nothing but a husk of a man, a pale pile of ash to add to the debris of ruined earth. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 11:54:04</strong>
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				Kyle had scrambled a search party and fully armed with gas masks, automatic rifles and knifes the five of them headed out to the search. With him was him wife, a young girl of Eastern heritage and three of the soldiers of Staicey’s army. Tension rose as they left Sector nine and passed the first (or last) security outpost. Sector nine was open but guarded by their army as a buffer zone. After that, section 10 and 11 were disease free.<br><br>The screams of people in pain got louder and panic and cries soon echoed through the sewers. Section eight was relatively quiet as was seven. The real mess started at Six. That was the furthest they ever got as behind that, the sewers turned into hell. Deformed children, born in diseases mutated into the most horrific creatures and they would soon be outnumbered. Luckily for them, the drop hatch from the Dome was in Sector Seven. It was there where Kyle heard something. A small weak sound but he knew where it came from. He and his wife came from the same place. Quickly he guided his team to the drop hatch and soon found the source of the sound. <br><br>A wounded man sat on the ledge and Kyle commanded his team to secure the area for rogue Diseased or other beings lurking in the sewers. He and his wife sat at him.<br>“How long have you been down here?” <br><br>If he had been here for longer than a day, in his state he would be infected and they would do him the favor of ending his misery. Had he just dropped they would take him and run some tests on him to see if he was infected or not.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 14:00:45</strong>
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				Then she heard sounds. <em>Voices!</em> Noises of a conversation, possibly not too far from the spot she was pausing, forcing to move her rigid toes. Barefeet. Cold was twirling around her legs, moving upper and upper, choking her thoughts and chasing life out of her muscles but she HAD TO keep on! Because she promised her brother she will! <br>So, what to do next?... Shouting?... Crying out?... Slowly moving closer to that source of human activity?... <br>They could equally be fellow ones just like a patrol from the dome next to what the community where she lived since her birth had its poor village.<br><br>Nimah decided to step one, closer. Then another. Then the rest of the distance between them was easily dicreasing, leading her palm, her fingertips on the wall of the sewer. It prooved to be a useful guidance.<br>When she felt to be near enough to be seen she stopped again, though hand still touching concrete, and she simply tried to blink herself through the darkness that strained ahead and around her. But it was the very same. Blindness. <br>No words dared to leave her mouth...<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 19:01:51</strong>
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				Lights? Masks? Dear god is this some kind of dream? A half remembered fantasy as his fading mind slipped into the sweet oblivion of death? No, his people, his people had come back for him. It was a mistake, of course it was, it always had been. Already he was imagining how he would hug his fiancee and her father, after a short time in the hospital and sterilization chambers, and they would all laugh about the whole mess over a bottle of wine. In just a few short minutes he was certain, he would either be dead, or whisked back to a reality he should have never been forced to leave. <br><br>He opened his eyes wide, feeling his strength returning, and then, dropping. These were... these were not his people. Their gear was not standard, the direction they cam from not the drop hatch. Wrong, wrong, this was wrong. Ruffians, Savages come to finish off a wounded, sick animal. So naturally when they began questioning him instead of simply tearing into him like a pack of rabid dogs, he found himself able to do little but stare at them with his jaw hung in a comical expression of shock. He had heard that savages could not talk, could not articulate, could not... "I...I..." He swallowed hard catching his breath, the pain in his knee bringing him back to the reality of the sewer. <br><br>"I have been down here for two hours. I tripped" He said, nodding towards the dried red smear mark on the concrete where he had hit the ground. "Who are you? Are... are you here to kill me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 19:55:10</strong>
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				Nimah tried to figure out at least a little of what was going on, carefully listening to the desperate sound of <em>another</em> person... A person in trouble?? Just like her?... She squatted, close to the wall, nestling to it, almost hiding herself between the microscopic cracks like she was a stonelike material herself. At least her legs felt like that by now... Little she knew about the fact that she was actually visible for the group...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 14:25:55</strong>
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				Kyle was surprised at the reaction of the human. Two hours? He looked at his wife and nodded. <br>“We’re not going to kill you. We have a hideout of uninfected people. You will be put in quarantine until we are sure you are clean of any diseases and then you are free to go wherever you want in our section of this shithole.” <br><br>He bend over and helped the stranded man on his feet.<br>“I’m Kyle and this is my w…”<br>“Boss, look!”<br>Kyle quickly turned around and spotted the creature. Because all the lights where on the man. <br><br>“Stop! Don’t move or we will shoot!” The echoes of the warning of the guard thundered through the sewers. Kyle and his wife were left unarmed as they both had the wounded man on their shoulders. The being looked big and strong but as soon as one of the guards shone his light on it, a sigh of relief was heard. Surely they could have killed one savage, but in doing so they would alert more and they would have to leave the new found man behind. However the situation wasn’t completely safe yet.<br>“How long have you been down here?” Kyle asked to the human in the light in order to judge whether the new person should be taken with them or left behind.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 15:54:27</strong>
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				Nimah was just trying to figure out whether those last words were to her?? Not surely... Her head, her beautiful, noble head, this perfect face of an androgyn turned where she suspected the source of the simple question but beyond this she stayed the same motionless, cold statue.<br><em>'Are they speaking to me now?...'</em><br>The darkness she faced gave her no reply...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 14:19:14</strong>
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				Kyle motioned to his guards to move a bit closer and as they did they repeated their question to the human and knelt down to have a more steady shot. Kyle leaned the wounded man over his wife’s shoulder and told them to turn around and lean to the wall. Then he too grabbed his gun and inspected the human.<br>It’s measurements were wrong. Odd. A feminine body but too big and male treats made it a confusing, almost scary sight to behold.<br>“What are you. Are you infected?” His voice was strong just as his posture and he was on his guard, ready to protect his men and beloved wife if needed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:34:15</strong>
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				People? Guns? Lights? Everything so confusing, so hazy. He found himself moving, why was he moving, he shouldn't move, he probably had a broken leg he shouldn't. He cringed, white hot pain shooting through his body as a short cry escaped his lips. He became distinctly aware that they were lifting him. He heard their words, but they sunk in slow. He was not going to be killed? Nut, surely the talking savages were toying with him. What a cruel joke! What if they planned to eat him? Like a cat playing with a mouse before it's meal. He could deal with being dead, being eaten, but this toying, it was just so wrong!<br><br>He clenched his fist, preparing to strike out at the savages, when he watched their lights fall on another kind of creature all together. A monster, surely it had to be, no human anywhere could look like that. But, he paused, a moment of clarity passing him. It was her face, human, scared, like him, just a scared wanderer who didn't seem to have any more sense about what was going on than he did. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, courage, and stupidity, he shouted at the savages, "Drop your guns you fools!" He yelled with an authority and command he didn't known he was capable of. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 10:05:11</strong>
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				Kyle looked back at the man, knowing his guards well enough not to follow his order. With a nod to his small but strong wife she let go of him and he fell on the sewer floors. <br>“You know this thing?” he shouted at the wounded man.<br>The other person still hadn’t answered his questions and he slowly stepped closer and firmly repeated his questions.<br>“You there miss, how long have you been down here? Are you infected? Answer me this is the final warning.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 16:58:02</strong>
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				"So you're talking to me..." - Nimah replied proudly but quietly, broken, blinking into that nothing, though she really tried to locate the source of the voice, it was visible enough from the moves of her head.<br>She raised, pulling her hand along the wall, her tall figure straining, aching - but this feeling came more from her heart than from the muscles. <br>What else can happen to her today, but being executed after being thrown away? The faster it happens the better it is for an outcast...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 09:50:42</strong>
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				Kyle shudders. He didn’t want to shoot but if the female gave him no other choice, he had to. <br>“Yes. I’m talking to you. Do not move closer or I will shoot. I ask you one more time. How long have you been down here and are you infected.” <br><br>With that he motioned for the other two man to take aim and looked around at his wife guarding the wounded man that had fallen on the ground. Suits him well, obeying me NOT to shoot. Who does he think he is. He would be given an update on his status on the way back to the safe sectors. Right now he had more urgent matters to address.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 10:15:11</strong>
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				Hearing his firm, moreover raugh voice Nimah started to tremble. Now fear really started to take over her. Maybe being executed will not be so generously short like she imagined but long enough to torture her soul more, if it was even possible. <br>Tears began to flow from her blind eyes and she curved her back a bit, like it gave some sort of shelter to her, to maker herself smaller.<br>"I.. I can't be infected.. I'm.. I'm protected against it.. but I don't know why.. I don't know why..."<br>She presses her lips to fight back crying. She must prevent that! And leave this world in dignity...
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 13:47:10</strong>
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				The reaction this human was showing was enough proof to Kyle she was indeed unaffected by the virus. Crying and emotions were generally not a trait the infected wilds had. <br>“Alright,” he said, “you’re coming with us then. Can you walk?” <br><br>He noticed her leaning to the wall and walked towards her, still on his guard. As he stood next to her he realized she was tall for a woman and had some manly features as well. Then he took her hand and told his guards to support the other wounded man.<br>“I’ll help you. You’re safe now.” <br><br>To the woman on his hands and the wounded male he then introduced himself.<br>“I’m Kyle Winters. That there is my wife, Miko and the other two men are Alexey and Gus.” <br>The guards nodded and Miko smiled warm under her gasmask. <br><br>“We are part of a group of refugees. We keep a safe area of the sewers where we life our lives. It’s not much but we can offer you food and shelter. I leave the rest up to our leader. She knows how to warm people for a living underground. You will be put in quarantine until we are 100% sure that you both are clean. Then you will be allowed into Sector 10.” <br><br>Slowly the group moved through the abandoned, dark and damp sewer systems, only interrupted by screams of agony and pain far behind them in the low number sections and the rats and roaches who thrived down here.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 14:19:07</strong>
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				Before they began to walk she was adjusting the position of her head slowly, tiny little moves like it was to get more of the person who was squeezing her hand and talking to her -them?- now, quite friendly. <br>But she had to be sure and... above that she had to make herself sure that it wasn't just a bad dream. Even if it meant to awake to a bad reality. A very bad one...<br>"Kyle?.. Sir..." - she started insecurely, her free hand was now groping the dirty dress she was wearing nervously. Nimah's voice was low, not really feminine, yet it had a special, soft tone, a caressing one. <br>"Is it dark here?.. I mean.. fully dark.. Isn't it?"<br>And she asked this knowing the answer exactly... <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 14:35:43</strong>
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				Kyle wasn’t a doctor. Nor was he very subtle when it came to feelings so he in turn looked at Miko. His wife smiled and took Nimah’s hand now. <br>“I’m Miko.” It was a warm voice from a woman that is a lot smaller than Nimah.<br>“It’s not totally dark here but it’s common that people who are new in the sewers loose their eyesight. There are many bacteria’s down here and our eyes are very vulnerable for infections. When we get back to Section 9 and we quarantine you, I will run a full inspection on the both of you and give you the needed medication.” <br><br>A few steps up front Kyle turned his attention to the wounded man.<br>“You’re a lucky man you know that? If they had found you first you’d be in a lot of trouble.” He gently padded the man on his back.<br>“So what’s your name?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 14:46:19</strong>
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				Nimah stopped like she was suddenly startled by something and squeezed the fingers around hers, desperately groping the arm that followed the hand with her free palm. <br>"No!..." - she whispered in panick, not even noticing the change of the guiding person, she was so collapsed in her soul. "No!... I.. I'm..... They... they did something with my eyes before throwing me into the sewers.. they did something!"<br>She felt like her legs were rooting into the ground.<br><em>'No! It's impossible!...'</em><br>But actually it was the very possibility of the impossible that made her stop. <br>"I can't see..." - she formed the words slowly, gasping for air. <br>Her beautiful face turned pale as an ice queen's. Or king's...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 11:54:21</strong>
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				Miko calmed the woman. <br>“It will be okay. I’m a qualified doctor and surgeon. Whatever it is they did to do, I’m sure we can fix it.”<br>Slowly and gently she pulled the woman’s arm, knowing they had to keep up with her husband, the guards and the wounded man.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:05:49</strong>
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				"Found me?" He repeated, still trying to validate the non-savages existence in his head. His eyes looked over the man, wide and terrified. "Who would have found me if not you?" He asked, tilting his head. If the savages were not real, then the dome must of simply had it wrong. There was certainly no way that normal humans could survive down here with monsters was there? No, no, either the domes were wrong, or these people were monsters, horrible alien beasts who at any moment would tear off their flesh masks and eat him alive. That poor girl... man... mirl, would surely be the first victim. He was convinced if he looked back he would see the woman tearing into that poor mirl. When the beast in humans form asked his name, he stuttered out, "I... I..." He swallowed hard, collecting himself, he was going to face his death with dignity dammit, "I am Alten Carvox the fifth, beta of dome 23," He whispered, conviction leaving his voice towards the end of his voice as the realization came that suddenly, he was nothing. He was still Alten, but beta, fiance to an alpha... no he was none of that. He was trash in the sewer. If he had not been afraid of dying crying in that moment, he would of wept.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 21:19:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49531.msg2363392#msg2363392">Quote from: Dashenka on 21-10-2009, 11:54:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Miko calmed the woman. <br>“It will be okay. I’m a qualified doctor and surgeon. Whatever it is they did to do, I’m sure we can fix it.”<br>Slowly and gently she pulled the woman’s arm, knowing they had to keep up with her husband, the guards and the wounded man.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Though it didn't feel like something treatable, repairable to say so, for her at all, Nimah did gain strength from the words of Miko, moreover -and this meant much much more than all her professionalism!- a stroking wave of <em>warmth</em>. She even smiled back a little, faint and gentle move of her mouth, hoping her helper saw that.<br>"Thank you, Milady." <br>She couldn't call her any other name than this. 'Milady'. Because she acted like a lady. And because her voice was.. well, a lady's voice. It was good to relay on a soul like her. Comforting. <em>Solacing</em>...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 14:46:09</strong>
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				The guard chuckled at Alten’s name. Kyle gave them an angry look and soon their little convoy was on the move. When they had safely cleared Sector 7 and reached Sector 8 they took a brake. Kyle closed a bulkdoor sealing of this sector from the other and sat next to the rest of his convoy.<br>“One more sector to clear, then you can rest and we’ll attend to your leg Alten.” Back behind the security of the door, in a completely empty sector with only a few people living here, Kyle found time to relax. It was unusual to find refugees from up there let alone two at the same time. Although he wasn’t too sure about the female. Her looks could have been that of a Savage but her emotions and manners weren’t. Soon she would be scanned for viruses and if she had any, they would be assessed and precautions would be taken.<br><br>Miko helped Nimah sit down and sat in front of her holding her hands.<br>“I know this can cause panic but we’re almost there. Do you have a name?” Her voice was calm, although she was cautious. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alten studied the man, eyes flicking, fingers nervously flicking at his own palm. He was looking for seams in the disguise, flaws in the flesh mask these monsters wore. Surely there had to be one. This was not reality, this was not how things were outside the dome, it couldn't be, he wouldn't accept it. The viral agents out here, the bacteria, the parasites, the simple bleak madness of a world gone dead, no normal man like this monster pretended to be could live out here. After a long moment, long enough for him to swallow hard and admit he could see no seam in the mask, he sighed. He just wanted a look at the beast, before they ate him. "What are you?" He whispered, almost conversationally but his voice shook with the fear and uncertainty of a dying man. His knee hurt, putting any pressure on his leg sent white fire up his spine. He knew he could not run, he simply wanted to know his killer before he died. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:35:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49531.msg2367452#msg2367452">Quote from: Dashenka on 22-10-2009, 14:46:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Miko helped Nimah sit down and sat in front of her holding her hands.<br>“I know this can cause panic but we’re almost there. Do you have a name?” Her voice was calm, although she was cautious.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Intentionally or not but she squeezed those hands a bit. Soft hands, kind hands - <em>good</em> hands.<br>"Nimah" - the stranger said quietly and so she wasn't a stranger anymore. "My name is simply Nimah.. as I've been a sort of.. outcast in our village.. I'm.. I'm an androgyn..."<br>She formed the last word like it was a guilt of her or a curse on her and lowered her head, though her eyes were without their sight.<br>"Thank you for your kindness..." - Nimah added, but her hands slipped out of Miko's with the feeling of shame, looking for shelter now on her lap, breaking each other in embarassment. Her secret was revealed: her own people wanted to get rid of her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 10:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle looked at the man stupefied. Now that they were in the clear Section 8, he ordered his men to take off their masks. Miko and him took off their masks too.<br>“We are just refugees who are trying to make the best out of living here. You can relax. We won’t kill you.”<br><br>“Well Nimah,” Miko quietly said. “We are ALL outcast and you know what that means? It means that down here, we are no longer outcast.” <br><br>“Come on,” Kyle ordered his men, “let’s go.” <br>Section 8 was quite large and it took them a good two hours of negotiating turns and small doors before they reached another door.<br>“This is our home Alten and Nimah. You will be put in quarantine here for a while. Don’t worry about food and water, you’ll get plenty.” <br><br>He opened the door and stepped in. The sewers here physically changed. The halls were higher and the smell and screams were gone. It was warm and smelled pleasant. Halfway the long corridor, it was a 1000feet/500meters long hallways, there were stands with goods for sale and music all across. Miko smiled. <br>“When we did a full medical check up, you will be free to go wherever you want to go.” She guided Nimah and the men to the first room on the right and opened the door. It was an empty room, not too big but good enough for two people. In it was a table and some beds and even a small media corner.<br>Miko stepped in with the two and helped Alten to a bed and Nimah to a chair. The three men left and closed the door. Then Miko started to rip Alten’s pants away to look at his injury. <br>“We’ll get you some supplies soon. Let’s first see your injury.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well Nimah,” Miko quietly said. “We are ALL outcast and you know what that means? It means that down here, we are no longer outcast.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Those words came like rain after a too long dry season that spreads seeds of death around. Now her head lifted and turned a little more towards her. That tiny shy smile was again on her strange yet noble face and her grasp tightened slightly around the small and slim hands.<br>"All right..." <br>That was all she said: 'all right'.&nbsp; <br>And for the very first time since she fell into this dense darkness panic was about to leave her, at least for a while.<br>Because of her voice. Because of <em>this</em> voice. <em>Her</em> voice.<br>She liked it. And Nimah's mind described Miko as a beautiful woman. She didn't have the faintest idea about who this Alten was -also her ability to focus on things was quite narrowed now, existing in constant and worst fears-, but about this she was sure. For her Miko was beautiful and this knowledge cheered her up a bit. She even felt her steps more secure somewhat because she was guided by her.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Miko stepped in with the two and helped Alten to a bed and Nimah to a chair. The three men left and closed the door.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once she was settled into that chair, she stayed there like she was a heavy stone or a piece of wood. No moves, no moves at all. Nimah was sitting exactly in the same position as the one Miko sat her. Her gaze was fixed ahead on something that wasn't there for her and no words left her mouth, while she blinked very, very rarely. And the foundling was like she didn't hear any of the information at all <br>- no reply, not a single reaction, no pulsation of life around her - she became calmed as a statue... <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alten sat on the bed, his mind in a haze of confusion, despair, and most of all fear. This man, this refugee, he said so many things, so many things Alten knew he could not let himself believe. These markets, these streets, they should not exist. He was told all refugees had mutated, died, or been accepted into the protection of the domes long ago. Who were these people, really? If not monsters then rebels? He had heard rumors in asia of a group of dome raised children who destroyed their home city, and set forth to do the same to the other domes. They could be terrorists, or he could of been right, they could be monsters waiting to tear off their flesh masks at the first sight of weakness.<br><br>A quick glance at his leg brought the realization that to even the weakest predator, he was easy meat. He tried to shift the leg on the bed, that same hot fire searing up his body, making him cringe and grit his teeth. When he looked up, it was at the creature they had seated in the chair. His eyes fixed on her for a long moment, a sigh escaping his lips. He didn't know the creature, or have any reason to trust it. But, his eyes said what he did not, 'what did we get ourselves into?'<br><br>When the woman began to tear apart his pant leg, revealing the long jagged gash in his flesh, the white ivory of bone glistening under the cut, Alten almost passed out. He wondered if the woman, should his monster theory prove correct would eat the meat first, or go straight for the bone and the marrow it provided. He sat in silence, looking down at the wound, and not for the first time, cursing his existence. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But these things, sounds of Miko's practiced moves as she was taking care of the wound, Alten as he was adjusting his position on the bed in pain didn't reach Nimah at all, she was the same strangely fixed statue, like an equipment of the room, like a ghost or rather a painting. In this light which was firm and sharp enough they could have a look at her and see how dirty she was, from top to toe, especially her long feet that carried plenty of little scars from long walking, and how reddish her eyes were, definitely in a sort of flammation. She even seemed a bit undernourished, but that didn't look so bad - or was she simply muscular enough to hide it?...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 11:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miko skillfully tended the wound. Some iodide and a bandage was going to be enough for now. Then she bandaged the wound and stood up. From the little window in the door she saw Kyle holding up some food and she walked to the door. Miko took the large bowl of stew and placed it on the table. She filled the two bowls and handed one to Nimah, placing it firmly in her hands and gave one to Alten. <br><br>“It’s freshly made. I hope you enjoy it. You will be under constant observation so when something happens we will be there. I will check back on you in a few hours.” <br>Then Miko left the room and closed the door.<br><br>Back in Sector 12 Staicey was informed of the new people by Kyle. <br>“Good work Kyle, I will check on them later and introduce myself. Meanwhile, make sure they get everything they want.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 11:59:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49531.msg2390208#msg2390208">Quote from: Dashenka on 28-10-2009, 11:43:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She filled the two bowls and handed one to Nimah, placing it firmly in her hands and gave one to Alten. <br><br>“It’s freshly made. I hope you enjoy it. You will be under constant observation so when something happens we will be there. I will check back on you in a few hours.” <br>Then Miko left the room and closed the door.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>It was a pity Miko didn't check on Nimah. Because if so, she would had been able to notice how distant she drifted by then. She was holding the bowl, yes, but it was only because the doctor placed it between her fingers secure enough. And her <em>body</em> obeyed. <br>Otherwise she was as weird now as the reddish colour of her eyes... <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alten's eyes rested on the bandage, a sigh escaping his lips as he tilted his head, as if trying to decide if the bandage, his leg, or this room were real at all. He doubted his leg was an illusion, he had had that in thew dome. Maybe this was all just a product of his shocked mind, and in fact he was still laying in the sewer access, the fire he felt in his leg was in fact the squirming of hundreds of vipers eating him alive. He sighed again, closing his eyes and shaking away the thought, or the illusion, whichever came first.<br><br>No, he decided, this had to be real. Not because of his leg, or the bed, or the food that smelled real enough in the bowl before him, or in the bowl across the room. But because of the creature in the chair. He was always a clever child but his imagination was lacking even in grade school. No illusion, no dream, no flash on the edge of a dying brain could produce a creature like that, so horrifying and yet so beautiful at the same time. He looked up, then down, finding no words to describe his panic, his fear to the strange, alien beauty in the seat. It was not attraction, but fascination that drew him, an odd kind of focus, like a crying sheep in a storm always moving towards the baying of another. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped, then tried again, but was stopped yet again. Small talk, he was good at that, why couldn't he do this? "W-" He began, clearing his throat, "Where do you hail from stranger?" He cringed visibly, surprising himself with the line that would of been suited for one of the bad Camelot movies in the dome. He was no knight, the line, just stuck somewhere deep in his head from long ago had become dislodged or something. Perhaps he had hit his head, when they threw him from the dome.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he hit his head then it had to be the same with this giant fairy, this pre- or rather posthuman presence, who was still sitting just like before, not a single change or difference compared with other moments before... Or wait: she blinked.<br>But even this was to rare to be normal. The bowl in her hands - that was normal. The only normal thing around her. <br>In the silence that fell upon them gently there was this constant little ticking noise... A clock, on the wall. That's <em>two</em> normal things...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 11:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staicey had been informed of the newcomers and as she left her private sector, the other&nbsp; people got restless and a little excited. It wasn’t common for their ruler to leave her private sectors and when she left Sector 11 and stepped into Sector 10, to blend in with the crowd on the markets, they knew something was going on. Sector 10 was long and wide and it seemed more like an underground temple than a sewer. The ceiling was six meters above their heads and the light was dim and warm. This sector was truly the best sector to be around at in the sewers except for Staicey’s private sector. <br>With Kyle on her side she made her way through sector 10 towards the door with the next sector. Towards the quarantine room. Normally she didn’t bother about newcomers but this time was special. A man of respectable standing in the domes and the other one. Nothing was known about her. Kyle opened the door and stepped back.<br><br>“Stay back!” He shouted to the gathering crowd. “There is nothing to see here!”<br>Staicey stepped inside the room and Kyle closed it, keeping an eye on his ruler through the window.<br><br>“Hello you two, I’m Staicey. I guess I rule this place,” she spoke with a calm voice. Her tall frame was athletic and muscular but still very feminine. Long grey blonde hair hung over her shoulders and her grey blue eyes were friendly and concerned. <br>“I wish we could make things more comfortable for you two but you have to understand I have to make sure you are not infected with viruses.” <br>She kneeled down in front of Nimah and inspected the woman.<br><br>“Hello Nimah.” Staicey placed her hands on the woman’s knees and stood up again.<br>“Is the soup okay Alten? How is your leg?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 13:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a pity and a shame they still didn't notice how unreachable Nimah became, how abnormal her calmness, her motionless figure were - but they must have been busy with other features and things to arrange. So after Staicey moved away from her she was sitting and holding the bowl just like four minutes ago or five minutes ago or who know for how long?<br>Only those blinks, rarely, only those told the rest of the world she was still alive, with a cooling portion of stew in her hands...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 16:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat in silence with the strange creature for a few long moments, not wishing to eat more, or to open his mouth again. The silence that followed was unlike anything he had ever experienced. In the domes things always hummed, pings, beeped, screeched. A mechanical wonderland in which peace, true peace was a god send that almost never arrived. Odd, that he found himself so content down here, knowing full well what fate most likely was laid before him. <br><br>When the door opened he nearly leapt out of his skin, sending the soup inside his bowl sloshing dangerously close to spilling. Carefully, so not to waste any on the floor, he placed the bowl down, his table etiquette perfect for soup in a virus ridden wasteland refugee camp. He reminded himself of his theory about these people, the monsters wearing skin masks. More and more he found his dome knowledge being called into question by mere observation, his fundamental belief's destroyed. By what? A few hours in a sewer? Surly a Beta had more moral fiber than that? Right? He was not so sure. <br><br>When the woman announced herself as the ruler of this, whatever it was, he took a moment to get a good look at her. She looked almost, normal. He would expect the queen of monsters to have tentacles, horns, wings, and speak through a thousand demonic voices. He closed his eyes. shaking his head. He looked back up, eyes flicking to the odd creature. The oddest one in the room, and yet the one Alten was sure was not going to kill anyone. <br><br>"It's..." He let his response trail off, a sigh escaping his lips, he shook his head, "It's fine," he said, the typical response of the domes. Fine, nothing could be bad, nothing could be great. How was your day? Fine. How was the wedding? Fine. The Funeral? Fine. Fine, fine, fine, the word didn't seem to belong, like a long forgotten song of another life time it felt wrong on his lips. Fine? None of this was fine, it was all, it was all... when he realized he was not sure which swear word would be appropriate for the situation he hung his head, simply staring down at his leg, or into oblivion.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 11:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staicey smiled at Alten. <br>“I hope the soup is okay? There is more if you want.”<br>Then she knelt down and sat in front of Nimah. She inspected the woman and turned her head a bit. One of her hands traced the lines of the strange woman’s face. <br>“The same goes for you,” she addressed the woman.<br><br>The woman stood up again and turned back to Alten. <br>“I’m sorry for this situation Alten. We have a good and friendly community here and I have to take extreme measures to keep this community clean of any form of viruses and anarchy.” She took a step back towards the door.<br>“I have to ask you both to take off your clothes. All of it. We will run some tests on them and then you will be given clean cloths. Now please.”<br>She looked at Nimah and Alten. One looked shocked and the other didn’t seem to respond at all. Again she knelt before Nimah and took her by the shoulders.<br>“Did you understand what I just told you?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 19:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49531.msg2430865#msg2430865">Quote from: Dashenka on 09-11-2009, 11:26:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I have to ask you both to take off your clothes. All of it. We will run some tests on them and then you will be given clean cloths. Now please.”<br>She looked at Nimah and Alten. One looked shocked and the other didn’t seem to respond at all. Again she knelt before Nimah and took her by the shoulders.<br>“Did you understand what I just told you?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>But again and on and on she was the same still life, 'Woman In Silence' or rather 'Disappearing Woman'. Face ahead just like before, posture the very same motionless, blinks rare like the falling drops of a melting icicle... <br>There <em>was</em> life in her. Her body was warm and flexible, no signs of any seizure or spasm. It was simply like she was somewhere else, but keeping her body as a shell, as an in between-object, a bridge to the other, the vivids' sphere. <br><em>Liminality.</em><br>She seemed calmed. Too calmed...<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 09:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staicey looked at Alten and smiled. <br>“Do it now sir. We cannot take any risks.” <br><br>Then again she looked at Nimah and touched her cheeks. When this again didn’t gave any results she stood up.<br>“Nimah forgive me but you have to listen to me. You have to be here with me or we cannot have you here.” <br>She gently slapped Nimah in the face, knowing Miko was watching and disagreeing with this method. Immediately Miko entered the room again and sat next to Nimah. The small doctor gave a small nod to Alten and then started to get Nimah’s clothes off.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 10:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Miko lifted her arms to set them free&nbsp; - she let her move it. When Mikor made her stood up to pull off the dirty dress - she let her do so. But this willingness was rather the helplessness of a puppet, not cooperation. Anyway, things went much easily when a practiced and patient pair of hands, just like the doctor's was helping her, and so soon Nimah was pausing there with bare skin and with all the weirdness of her body revealed. <br>The figure was too tall, too strong and too hairy on the groin and legs to be a woman -not to mention the medium-sized penis as an extra-joke of God-, yet it had beautiful, well shaped breasts, a definitely feminine waist and soft skin. Voila! - An enigma.<br>How was it possible?... And what else this foundling had inside of her body and between her legs?... Those questions were both medical and both... simply curious like a human's mind.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This sight startled even Miko. Staicey just gasped an 'oh my God' and stepped back. Miko quickly recovered herself and folded a piece of cloth and placed it over the penis. She told Alten to do the same.<br>Then Miko started her check up. Her hands felt the skin of the woman while Staicey started her story.<br><br>“We are down here because we are rejected in the domes. We are rejected for reasons that have been made up. Lies. Stories. I started this colony to reclaim our position.” <br><br>Her story was one you would expect of a leader. Powerful statements and intimate remarks. She wanted to lead a revolution back into the domes and reclaim their position there. All the time she kept her eyes on Miko and Nimah and Alten. Alten was a good looking male, well shapen as well from she had seen and Nimah was… special. <br><br>When Miko was done inspecting Nimah she started on Alten. Touching his skin, feeling his intimate parts and doing tests on his eyes and mouth.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 23:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Sorry for the delay!!!))<br><br>Its funny what happens when one is faced with the unknown, or rather, to one faced with the impossible. It was not so much the odd, twisted form of the other, the other lost one, the only one he was fairly sure was not going to kill him. It was, rather, as he watched wide eyed and frightened as the show played out before him, the things that the beautiful if otherwise dangerous woman Staicey... he could feel death from her. Not like a wave or in any kind of psychic way, such things were not only childish to believe but downright blasphemy. No, but rather in the way she talked, the way she moved, like she would kill if he proved to be any threat to her way of life. He shivered, people like here did not exist in the domes. She spoke impossibilities. Lies, no one had reason to lie in the domes, only criminals were exiled and they died! They all did, without fail. The mutants and the viral agents in the very air killed them within seconds of their arrival to this hellish place. Yes, that was true, it had to be.<br><br>Realization only dawned a moment later as Alten came to the sudden conclusion that he was alive. He had not been killed by mutants, it had been hours and no viral agent had begun to rot the flesh from his bones. Why was he not dead? if everyone who left the dome died, then how could he possibly still breath? it didn't make sense, none of this made sense. Rejected from the domes? No no no... He hung his head, memories of his own rushed trial, his own exile rushing through his head. He did not remember any crime, did not remember any... oh dear what if they did the same to his fiancee, poor Elizabeth the mutants would surely... he paused reminding himself once again that so far, there were no mutants. <br><br>When Miko came and broke him from his train of thought he almost jumped ten feet out of his skin. "Sorry... little jittery I guess," he whispered, the confliction playing across his voice, between civility and rampant, panicked screaming. A human mind faced with what it can only call impossible does one of three things, adapt, resist, or implode. He felt just on the edge of implosion. 
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