In Dreams (Kit & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>In Dreams (Kit &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:02:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">By day, Nicole Nash worked in a small record store on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. By night, she trolled different bars and clubs, trying to get her music heard. She had ambitions to be a singer. One of her songs even made it onto the “KTU” radio station in New York! But, it barely broke the charts, and she quickly dropped back down into obscurity. She knew she had to work hard since she didn’t have a record label yet, but she could only do so much since she needed to pay the bills as well. Her apartment was barely 500 square feet &amp; was over $1000 a month. She lived over a Chinese food restaurant, and her clothes constantly smelled of General Tso’s chicken and soy sauce. She was ambitious and knew she could make it if she just kept trying. <br><br>Walking home (http://lh3.ggpht.com/_S5XwI9qRjW4/SyHhowu2_WI/AAAAAAAACjk/K5vQt8XlzmU/s800/kim-kardashian-night-12099-2.jpg) from a small gathering with her friends at the Felix Restaurant in Soho, she pondered where to peddle her music next. She had already dealt with all the snooty receptionists at the music labels here in Manhattan. The girl at Sony was particularly bitchy, as she recalled. Sighing softly, she waved to Mr. Chang as he was pulling down the security gate in front of his restaurant, barely noticing as he knelt down to put the padlocks on. The smell of soy sauce and roasted duck filled her nostrils, making her mouth water. Chastising herself, she thought, you just ate, silly! Cut it out. She let herself into her apartment and locked the series of bolts on her door and went straight to the bathroom. <br><br>Taking off her makeup, she looked in the mirror. Staring back into her big brown eyes, she ran her fingers through her long dark locks, fluffing up her hair. Smiling and striking a few poses, she chuckled at her silly behaviour. Shower tonight? Or tomorrow morning, she pondered. Deciding on taking her shower in the morning, she quickly brushed her hair, then her teeth and stripped down to her underwear. Falling into bed, she curled up under her blanket and breathed a sigh of relief. Sleep! Finally! Snuggling into her pillows, she closed her eyes and tried the counting rhyme her mother taught her as a child to help her fall asleep…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Splashing about in the surf (http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080807/293.kardashian.kim.080908.jpg), Nicole was having the time of her life. The water was warm, the sun was shining brightly above, and it was gorgeous. But, something felt…off. Looking around, she realized that everything looked more…real. If that was possible, she thought. Suddenly, it clicked in her head, I’m dreaming! It was rare that she had lucid dreams, but it had happened before. Looking around, she thought she recognized the beach, but something was different. Mentally shrugging it off, she went back to playing in the water. It has been a long while since she had been to the shore and couldn’t help but want to keep messing about in the water, jumping waves like she used to when she was six. <br><br>Out of nowhere, she felt like she was hungry. Really felt it, her stomach was grumbling and everything. Looking towards the shoreline, she spotted a boardwalk with vendors. Ah, I’ll be able to get something to eat there, she thought. Reluctantly leaving the water, she felt the heaviness in her limbs that one gets after being buoyant for some time. She found her towel and other things a few feet away and dried off, tying a red wrap around her lower half. She walked up to the boardwalk and found a hot dog vendor. She got two hot dogs with mustard and sauerkraut &amp; a big orange soda. Taking her food to the boardwalk, she sat down on a bench and ate. The hot dogs tasted better than any she had ever had before. Even the soda tasted better than your average orange soda. <br><br>Nicole got up and started wandering around the boardwalk. There were penny arcades and lots of other food vendors. Funnel cakes, and pizza, and sandwich shops littered the way as she walked. She saw a skeeball place and watched the kids having fun rolling the balls up the ramp, laughing as one got it in the 100 point slot and started jumping around pointing to his score. She decided to turn around and head back to her spot on the beach. Time to get a little tan, she thought. As she turned, she nearly bowled over a man. “I’m so sorry,” she said. The bump had loosened the knot on her sarong, so she didn’t even look up as she started to tie it up again. Looking up at the man, she thought he looked familiar. In fact, everything was telling her mind that she knew him, but it kept screaming back that she didn’t. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled up at him. “Well, fancy meeting you here!” <br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Dreams (Kit &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 11:21:36</strong>
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				His condition sometimes made his brain do strange things. <br><br>John Fredrick Leigh had a form of synesthesia, where he would perceive many sounds as colors, shapes and patterns. As a pianist and composer it gave him perfect pitch and a tool to develop certain innovative characteristics to his compositions. <br><br>Sometimes it could be a drag as well. He'd hear the clatter of dishes and be bombarded with unpleasant visual effects that made him nauseous. Or he'd talk to an interesting girl only to have her voice flood him with globs of unappealing mustard green. In the end he had gotten used to his senses and brain being a little criss-crossed, and learned to live with it.<br><br>John was the odd product of a hippy schoolteacher and a French burlesque stripper. They had met in London during the late 1960's. John had inherited his mother's musicality, although unfortunatley not her beuatiful singing voice. They had both passed away some years back, but John thought they had done a good job of nourishing what talent he might possess.<br><br>Living alone in a west-end apartment, John devoted most of his time to his work. He'd compose in a variety of genres such as classical and jazz, as well as writing numbers for the musical theatre. Sometimes he gave lessons to young piano students, and other times he just played for his own amusement. The neighbours rarely complained.<br><br>By now, his profession had provided him with a good income, although he was not very well-known out of prefessional circles. John got along well with people, but didn't really have any close friends. The impression he gave people when they first met, was often quite erroneous. In fact John looked more like an actor or a model, or perhaps an athlete or a businessman, than a musician. He was tall and broadshouldered with pale blue eyes. His hair was cut short and modern, with the first touch of grey threatening to appear at his temples and on the stubble on his square chin.<br><br>He sat behind one his instruments, looking at the keys, when he realized what time it was. Almost morning. The fatigue came crashing down on him quite suddenly. John just stumbled across the room to his bed and fell back on his large, soft bed. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, feeling how sleep grabbed hold of him. In a last waking effort, John managed to pull off his socks and clothes, leaving a white t-shirt and his boxer-briefs. Then he slept.<br><br><em>The boardwalk didn't seem to have an end or a beginning, although it would be quite easy to step down to the beach or into one of the shops or restaurants, if he wanted to. John didn't really know he was dreaming. He just accepted reality such as it was served in his dreams; like people often do, in spite of the surreal and strange things that would often happen. Sometimes he wouldn't even be himself in a dream. This time he was though, although perhaps a little more tan than in&nbsp; real life.<br><br>He was wearing a white linen shirt with rolled up sleeves, some khaki shorts that had empty pockets on the thighs and some sandals. He was just checking himself for his cell phone when he almost bumped into this beautiful woman. "Oh, pardon. My apologies. I wasn't paying attention." He was British and obviously had polite apologies down to an art.<br><br>John watched her tie her sarong and glimpsed a round hip and her bikini. He politely looked away, then turned his head back to look into her eyes when she had finished. "I'm sorry do I know you from somewhere? I have this strange feeling that I should know you, but I can't for the life of me remember your name."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Dreams (Kit &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:45:25</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, Nicole was certain she recognized him somehow, but couldn’t place him. “You know, I could swear I know you from somewhere, too. But, I don’t know where. Have you ever…Never mind, I’m Nicole, but my friends call me Nikki.” She grinned up at him, and turned towards the boardwalk slightly. “Have you been to this boardwalk before? It looks familiar to me as well, but I can’t place it. I should know where I am, right? But, I don’t remember it. I feel like I have amnesia!” She laughed at this last part, as it obviously wasn’t true. She knew who she was, she just didn’t know where or when she was.<br><br>“Well, we’re here now. Might as well enjoy it, right? If I’m right, there should be an amusement park down that way,” she said, pointing to her right. “Or, we can head back that way and walk back down to the surf. Or…” She stopped, and looked up at him once more, blushing furiously. “I’m sorry. I just assumed you’d want to come with me and explore this place. Please, don’t feel as though you have to come along with me.&nbsp; I was just thinking it’s nice to explore on your own, but just about any activity is more fun with another person along. You must think I am incredibly rude. I do apologize. This is…Well, it just feels different to me, I can’t explain it.” <br><br>Nikki didn’t want to admit to the man that she knew she was dreaming. She figured, as part of her dream, that it wouldn’t really matter if he knew or not, since he was just a figment of her imagination. She had to admit, her imagination did her justice this time, dreaming up such a cute guy to escort her around the beach and boardwalk. She sighed lightly and continued, “And here I am babbling on and on, and I haven’t even asked for your name.” Shaking her head in embarrassment, she gazed up into his eyes and smiled her sweetest smile. “Will you ever forgive me, ….” She let her voice trail off, giving him the opportunity to fill in his name for her. <br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 12:51:48</strong>
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				"Nice to meet you." Come to think of it, John couldn't quite remember how he had gotten here. He felt a little confused, but it didn't really make him anxious. It felt like a such a nice place to be that he wasn't worried. He didn't care about the how and the why of it.<br><br>He smiled as he turned to walk beside the girl. She was sexy and sensual and shapely. And terribly cute. "I'd love to explore this place with you." He watched her blush and he let out a little laugh. "No apology necessary. My name is John..." he was going to add his last name, but it felt kind of out of place. "But my friends call me...John."<br><br>John noted the fact that her voice failed to trigger any colors. It was like his synesthesia was turned off. Or maybe he could feel other senses triggering; physical and tactile sensations. In any case, her voice sure was attractive, and very musically interesting. He was pretty sure she had a nice singing voice, even if it might not be practiced. But he wasn't going to bore her with intricate musical details less than a minute after they had met.<br><br>"The amusement park sounds fun. I haven't been to one of those in a long time. I wonder what rides they have." The sound of their feet was almost inaudble against the boardwalk. The sea, distant and soothing. He picked up wonderful sweet scent that he figured was from Nikki's lotion or perfume. Everything felt perfect.
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				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 01:24:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, John.” Nikki chuckled lightly, “Your friends call you John, huh? No funny nicknames, I take it?” She winked at him and as he agreed to visit the amusement park, she gave a little squeal and took his hand. “Oh, this will be great! I’m not sure what rides they have either, but it looks like it’s lots of fun.” Looking up ahead, one could see an old wooden rollercoaster and various other rides and games.<br><br>Nikki tried to contain her excitement, but she was practically jumping up and down as she saw the rollercoaster in the distance. “Do you like rollercoasters?” she asked, turning to John slightly. “I simply adore them, but I can’t seem to handle the ones that twist you upside down and flip you around and stuff. I love these old style ‘coasters that just go super fast &amp; drop you from great heights. Can we go? I wouldn’t make you if you don’t like them, but I’d love to go on that one over there.” Pointing towards the large wooden coaster, she grinned.<br><br>She felt almost like an excited puppy. Nearly everything she saw made her laugh and smile. And it was so nice to have someone along to share the experience with her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been to an amusement park, herself. She figured it had been at least seven or eight years. Stopping to get some cotton candy, she munched on it as they went, getting closer and closer to the entrance of the park.<br><br>Finally, they were inside! There were people everywhere playing silly games; ones where you had to shoot metal ducks, or throw balls through hoops, or get golf balls into fishbowls. As they passed by one particular booth, Nikki couldn’t help but notice a giant green teddybear as the prize. Tugging on John’s hand, she pointed up to the bear and laughed. “Oh, I would love to win something like that! Isn’t it cute?” Looking embarrassed for a second, she murmured, “It’s kinda cliché, though, isn’t it? Winning a giant stuffed bear?” She laughed and grabbed John’s hand again, giving it a little squeeze.<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 13:54:45</strong>
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				"I do believe those wooden rollercoaster can be quite dramatic and spectacular, on account of the fact that the wood creaks and moves more easily than steel. It'd be fun to try. Just don't make fun of me if I scream like a little girl." John grinned.<br><br>He pointed and smiled along with her as they spotted one fun attraction after the other. Everyone around looked happy and friendly, even if they were a little anonymous and non-descript.<br><br>John scratched the back of his head and crinkled his nose. "Well, there's nothing wrong with clichés, right? It's just that in real life, people aren't really supposed to win the big prizes. They're just to entice people to play. Even the small prizes cost less than the fee to play..."<br><br>He had never had good eye-hand coordination either, but it was worth a shot. John fumbled for some cash, but the lady behind the stall waved him off and just handed him the three balls they needed to throw. He threw one and it landed perfectly into the fishbowl.<br><br>With a mock matter-of-factly face, John handed the next ball to Nikki.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Dreams (Kit &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 00:54:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nikki pouted as tossed the ball &amp; didn’t make it into the fishbowl. C’mon now, this is a dream, it can happen, she thought. Looking back at John, he seemed ok with her taking the last shot, so she tossed the ball and it swirled around the rim of the bowl, then popped out. With a shrug and a smile, she looked up at John and said, “Apparently, you can’t win ‘em all, though!” Hooking her arm in his again, she guided them towards the roller coaster in the distance.<br><br>Tossing her hair, she looked up at him once more, trying to figure out where she knew him from. The feeling of familiarity was eerie. Still, it was just a dream, she thought. Arriving at the gate to the roller coaster, she met his gaze once more and went up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “I scream like a little girl, too.” She laughed and reached up to push an errant strand of hair from his face. “You know, after we get off of this ride, you need to tell me more about you! I’m all sorts of curious, though for some reason I feel as though I should already know…” Letting her voice trail off, she turned as the attendant called them to board the next car.<br><br>Nikki got in first, scooting to the side as John followed. The attendant pulled the bar down, then moved on to the next set of visitors. Looking back, Nikki saw there were only two other cars to fill. She turned to John and said, “Excited?? I know I am!” And within minutes, they were off. The car built up speed before hitting the first turn, inertia slowing them down only slightly as they went through a series of ripples and curves. Throwing her hands up, Nikki smiled and laughed. Finally, they were creeping up the big hill. Reaching down to clutch at John’s hand tightly, she closed her eyes as she felt the drop. Her stomach lurched and she felt weightless for just a moment.</em></span><br><br>Just as she was enjoying the weightless feeling, Nikki crashed back to reality, waking up with a heavy thud in her bed. What the?? “Dammit!” she said aloud. “I was really enjoying that dream.” She sighed and looked over at her bedroom clock. It was only 4am. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t manage to fall back asleep again, as much as she tried. Sitting up and flipping through magazines, she wondered if she had seen that John fellow in an ad or something. When the alarm went off at 6:30, she got up, yawning. Hopping into the shower she got ready for her day. “Another day, another dollar,” she muttered, hoping the water would energize her. As she got ready for her day, she yawned yet again. Better pick up some coffee on the way to work, she thought.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 12:26:00</strong>
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				<em>John climbed into the car and felt his heart race a little faster. He didn't know if it was in anticipation of the ride or the closeness to Nikki. He nodded when she spoke, agreeing wholeheartedly. Some time later, they'd talk and realize precisely how they knew each other. Maybe they had some mutual friends and met at some party.<br><br>As they climbed the first big top, John looked over at Nikki. He watched the wind play with her hair and make her eyes shine. She truly was beautiful. It felt important, like the two of them, in anticipation at first and then making the plunge together, was symbolic of something profound. <br><br>He didn't scream like a little girl. Instead, laughs and cheers easily escaped his lips. It was a rickety ride; exciting and fun.</em><br><br>The phone rang loudly. John had a ringtone that could raise the local fire department into action. It was only 10 o' clock - hardly enough sleep for having stayed up half the night, composing. It was Roger, John's business manager who called. John didn't answer; just pressed the button to give Roger the answering service. He'd call him back up in a few minutes.<br><br>Having gotten the terrible alarm out of the way, John's thoughts returned to Nikki. It had been a dream. It had been so real and still just a dream. In retrospect it was quite obvious, with him appearing there without really knowing how he got there. How his mind had managed to come up with such a beauty. The fact that he felt like he knew her in the dream, might mean she was a representation of someone else he knew, right? No one really fit the bill though.<br><br>He showered and got himself some coffee before he called up Roger.
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				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 10:34:41</strong>
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				Dressed in a casual green t-shirt and jeans, Nikki made her way over to 3rd Ave where the record store was located. Coffee cup in hand with an extra for her boss, Phil, she walked over to him as she entered and handed him the cup. “Oh, bless you, Nikki darling,” he cooed, blowing air kisses her way. Grinning, she shook her head lightly. “Just figured you might need one too, sweetie,” she said, blowing kisses back to him. Phil was the best boss she had ever had, giving her a lot of leeway on her schedule and often letting her play her own tracks over the store’s audio system. <br><br>She smiled big as she saw Robert, Phil’s boyfriend, coming in. Waving to him from behind the counter, she got a kick of how the two interacted with each other. Robert was very much the doting boyfriend, while Phil was utterly in love. She hoped that she might find a love like that one day. With that thought, visions of her dream entered her thoughts again. Yeah, that guy was really sweet, she thought. And damned gorgeous! She smiled as she remembered the way he looked at her. Then there were fingers snapping in front of her face. Coming back to reality, she rang up the customer and went back to fantasizing of her dream man. <br><br>The day went by quickly, and before Nikki knew it, it was 4pm already. She greeted Tiffany as she came in, grateful the teenager was actually on time today. Despite the coffee, she was really feeling the effects of the lack of sleep the night before. Grabbing a pint of chicken lo mein on the way up to her apartment, she ate it quickly and tried to watch some TV, but felt herself nodding. Dragging herself to bed, she quickly stripped, and crawled into it. Nikki reached for the alarm clock to turn it on and blinked at the time. It’s only 6 o’clock, she thought. Yawning loudly, she stretched and curled up, hugging her pillow. Oh well, at least I’ll be able to catch up, she thought. <br><br><em>The jungle thickets lashed at her limbs as she cut her way through them. Her machete made quick work of slashing the vines and other things that seemed to reach out for her. Looking up, the second moon seemed closer to the first. Where is that damned compass, she thought as she rummaged through her pockets. Her pack had long since been lost, claimed by the vines. “Dammit!” Growling in frustration as they began to reach out for her again, she began cutting once more, slowly making her way north; or what she hoped was north, anyway. <br><br>She heard a commotion up ahead and tried to slow down, but those vines! Trying to see through them in the low light of the night, she was surprised when she saw a small group of women in a clearing ahead. She was about to call out, but then she noticed their weapons. She was about to divert her path when she saw what they were gathered around. A man! His hands were tied behind him and it looked as though they were pushing him around a bit. As they turned him about, she caught a glimpse of his face. She knew him! He was…damn…she couldn’t think of his name. But, she knew she knew him!<br><br>The women started arguing amongst themselves quite heatedly. It seemed as though one woman in particular was claiming the man as hers, but the others were not in agreement. Moving towards the edge of the clearing as quietly as she could, Zarah tried to see if she could catch the man’s attention without attracting the attention of the women as well. Somehow or other, he saw her, or at least, she thought he did. They seemed to lock eyes, but it was so hard to tell in the darkness. Zarah held up one hand, as if to say, “stay” and tried to get a little closer, while remaining hidden by the vines. Looking over at him once more, she swore under her breath and thought, I must get him out of here.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Dreams (Kit &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 13:31:55</strong>
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				John was quite busy throughout the day. There was lunch with Roger. He had a meeting with some potential new clients. And then there was this social gathering in the evening; a birthday for one of Roger's friends, complete with drinks down at the pub - wel <em>a</em> pub really. John had never been there before. <br><br>He had remained grounded and quiet throughout it all, although politely engagig in conversations when he was invited. By the time he got home, it was past midnight. Sporting a bit of an alcohol induced buzz, John wasn't fit to work either. He glanced at his bed, vaguely remembering the dream from last night. He wished he could have continued it. Not that it was any use wishing. Dreams were just about never ever continued.<br><br><em>The drums were loud, and John pleaded to make them stop. It was a wild exotic beat that seemed to match the thunder of his own throbbing temples. He noticed he was tied up with a tribe of savage women all around him. How on earth could he have gotten himself mixed up in this situation. John couldn't remember anything! One one hand, with all these women all around, this looked like some wild sexual fantasy, but somehow it wasn't. This could be really dangerous.<br><br>John tried explaining, or asking questions about who they were and what their plans were. No answers were forthcoming. They either ignored him or pushed or dragged him. No, he definently had to get away. Looking around for any place to run or hide, he spotted another figure at the edge of the clearing. Someone hiding.<br><br>She looked very familiar.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 21:22:53</strong>
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				<em>Zarah assessed the situation quickly. Five women, all at least a foot taller than her, with spears and knives at their sides, fighting over one man. Yeah, it didn’t look good, she thought. Jabbing at a particularly naughty vine that had been creeping into her pants, Zarah slashed it speedily with her machete before changing her position. As she watched, it seemed as though two of the women were about to fight the one claiming the man. The three circled each other ominously, spears in hand. The other two women pulled the man back towards the edge of the jungle clearing and out of the way of battle. Cheering their compatriots on, they each kept one hand on the man’s shoulders. <br><br>Well, this is as good a chance as any, Zarah thought. Doubling back through the thicket, she did her best to approach where the man was being held quietly. The vines were not helping her plight, but she knew they would be a pain in the ass, if not figuratively, then literally if she did not keep them at bay. They were not called “the raping vines of Zindaria” for nothing. Pulling out her smaller knife, an eight inch blade, she cut her way through towards the two women who she could see quite clearly up ahead. Their cheering was getting louder, though it was apparent that one of the two women fighting was near death, her own spear jutting out from her neck. <br><br>Zarah slid forward, until she was able to put one hand over the man’s mouth. As he turned, she motioned with her other hand for him to be quiet. Taking her blade, she started sawing at the ropes binding his hands, keeping a watchful eye on the two women just a foot or so away from her. The fighting in the center of the clearing was brutal. The original foe was breathing heavily. Zarah thought she sounded like a mad bull about to charge. Pointing towards the women, she tried to make it clear to the man that he must run if the two watching him ever let go. This was not easy to pantomime, but he seemed to understand. Zarah pointed towards a very large tree about 50 feet back from where she was. Her eyes said, “I will be there, waiting for you.” But with her lips, she just smiled encouragingly.<br><br>Shaking her head slightly, she turned to retreat. She had done all that she could for the moment. If it led to a chase, she would have a greater advantage, but for now, releasing his bonds was all she could do. If he was smart, he would seize the right opportunity and make a run for it. Zarah knew there were more of these women about, but they were slow in the jungle due to their being the favourite prey of the vines. Looking back from a short distance, Zarah swore she knew the man from somewhere. It was the pale blue of his eyes, she thought…I’ve seen those eyes before, I know it! Putting herself in position near the tree she had shown the man, she waited as she fought off the occasional vine. They were not as thick near trees, for the trees did not like them, often weeding them out with their roots. Listening to the battle in the distance, she hoped he would appear soon.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 14:14:08</strong>
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				<em>John turned his head when his mouth was covered. 'You', his eyes exclaimed. Although, he did not really know who she was. But she was obviously there to help him. Trusting her felt right, somehow. He sat still while she severed his bonds, then waited until that right moment came.<br><br>He eased away, unseen at first. Then, when the wild women spotted his movements, he sprinted, throwing off the remaining ropes and pushing through vines and branches, but mostly staying at the edge of the clearing. He headed straight for the large tree, glancing back to see the tall amazons taking up pursuit. He had a feeling they might as easily kill him, as anything else.<br><br>He spotted the smaller girl, the familiar looking one, and grabbed her hand. "We've got to run! They're coming!"</em>
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