[Out of My Skin] Volume One: A Midnight Ride
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				Title: <strong>[Out of My Skin] Volume One: A Midnight Ride</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 20:32:26</strong>
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				<em>The days grow shorter and the nights are getting long<br>Feels like we're running out of time<br>Every day it seems much harder tellin' right from wrong<br>You got to read between the lines<br><br>Don't get discouraged, don't be afraid, we can<br>Make it through another day<br>Make it worth the price we pay<br><br>The Good Book says it's better to give than to receive<br>I do my best to do my part<br>Nothin' in my pockets I got nothin' up my sleeve<br>I keep my magic in my heart<br><br>Keep up your spirit, keep up your faith, baby<br>I am counting on you<br>You know what you've got to do...</em> Triumph, "Fight the Good Fight"<br><br><br><strong>Click</strong><br><br>A single florescent bulb fought with the suddenly flow of electricity, then flickered to life. Despite the bad wiring running along the rock ceiling, they still held a charge, casting the cavernous conference room into a dim light. Candles were blown out, and then anxious hands went to work, setting uncomfortable grey plastic folding chairs. It was a menial task, but the workers were happy to have it. There was so little to do down in the Tunnels that they were eager for any distraction. Well, any distraction other than the Supply Drive.<br><br>The young community always had supply problems. Not enough food, not enough clothes, not enough beds. The Black Ops had caught on to this, and were watching warehouses and stores. Gathering supplies was dangerous work, and the Community Government was always looking for volunteers to help with their next mission. Tonight, Mol was planning the Supply Drive and holding the strategy meeting in the conference room.<br><br>But there was something curious afoot. Mol had also asked (though quiet channels, of course) for her Diggers to attend the Drive meeting tonight as well. No word on why, though. If they wanted to find out, they would have to show up...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Out of My Skin] Volume One: A Midnight Ride</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-03-2008, 17:55:43</strong>
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				Used to be that something like this wouldn't have had Alex seen or noticed, or at least not fondly. If he'd bothered to show, he would probably have been too early, or almost late, and then sat shyly in the back, probably with his face buried in a comic book or something. Not anymore. Something about the change made him come out of his shell. Maybe it was hearing the actual surface thoughts of those around him, and realizing just how nervous, neurotic, and scatterbrained everyone else was too. Maybe it was the swing in his hormone levels, with the testosterone surging through him and making him feel like the king of the world most of the time. Really, it just didn't matter too much to him. Back then he was just a wallflower geek that couldn't talk to girls. Now he was the guy that could get any girl to do anything, anytime if he really wanted, and even without his powers, he still had pretty decent luck with them. He'd even had some luck with the boys, and he somehow didn't mind that, even though at one time the very thought would have just grossed him out. He still prefered the girls of course, they were prettier, and softer, and...<br><br>"HEY!" she yelped, and smacked a tentacle away. <br><br>"Oops, sorry!" Alex called back blushing and smiling, as he pulled the tentacle reluctantly away from fondling the woman's ass. At first, indignant anger surged through her, but then seeing Alex, <em>Mind Melter</em> to her mind, the thought ran through the thirty-something woman's mind that she still had "it" if his tentacles were seeking out her shapely ass. She was right, and she was shapely, dispite the coat of fine cat-like fur that covered her. Her next thoughts were just a little randy and racey, thinking about all those tentacles, and a brief electrical look passed between the two of them before she remembered that he could read all the naughty thoughts on the surface of her mind. She was instantly horrified and embarressed, and then the only thing Mind Melter could read was the alphabet song running through her mind as she quickly turned away. He watched her perfect ass for a moment, before returning to work setting up chairs. <br><br>Mind Melter, or M &amp; M as he called himself sometimes, liked being around people now, getting out and rubbing shoulders so to speak. Sometimes having the tentacles got him in trouble, but they always made things interesting. He just hopped that he didn't unconsciously fondle any of the leaders again today. As always, he intended to sit right in the middle of the crowd, just to see who was brave enough to sit near his appendages. They were mostly harmless, and just wrapped around people or rubbed up on them. It wasn't like they worked their way into people's clothes. Well, not often anyway. And all it took was a little slap to get the sensative, probing things to retreat.<br><br>Of course Mol wanted him here today, but he wouldn't have missed this anyhow. He <em>loved</em> the crowds.
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 05:07:59</strong>
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				Jenny, on the other hand, hated the crowds.&nbsp; That was the main drawback of living down here as far as she was concerned -- there never seemed to be a really quiet place to relax and think.&nbsp; Sooner or later some bored person would wander through and try to start of some ridiculous conversation about nothing.&nbsp; And much as everyone seemed to be looking forward to this meeting, she doubted that anything truly interesting was going to come out of it.&nbsp; Still, she was curious, even if she'd never admit it.&nbsp; And though she'd also never quite officially joined the Diggers, at least they were more interesting than any of the other little splinter groups that always popped up, and she was sort of considering herself an honorary member of the team, at least.<br><br>As usual, she did her best to ignore the fact that there were other people there, and aimed for a chair on one side of the room, about halfway to the front.&nbsp; But she was paying attention as usual too, no matter how it looked, and she didn't miss the little altercation between the cat-woman and the tentacle kid.&nbsp; M something, Mind Melter, she recalled, dodging around a tentacle quickly on her way to her seat.&nbsp; She'd never get used to the code-names, either, though of course she was glad to have one to hide behind, just like everyone else was.&nbsp; No one really seemed to want to remember their old lives, for one reason or another, least of all her...
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				Post by: <strong>Phunnie Bone</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 01:41:25</strong>
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				Xochitli walked into the room as the final chairs were being placed upon the ground, not really sure what she was doing here. She hadn't really associated herself with the Diggers before, but she was tired of sitting around and waiting for others to act. She was tempted to increase the light in the room, but decided against it, considering that some people here hated light since the pulse. Amber eyes took a quick look about the room, though it wasn't nearly as full as she was sure it was going to be. Maybe she'd go over and start a conversation with the girl on the edge, but she was pretty sure it would end up just being about nothing.<br><br>With an annoyed sighed she pulls her shirt away from her body, only to have it stick back once more when she lets go. The grey material stuck quickly to her flat stomach, outlining her bust despite the fact that it was supposed to be big on her. The jeans she wore, which were normally a little loose on other women, stuck to her like magnets. Her curly black hair bounced down to her shoulders, swaying as she walked further into the room to pick her seat.<br><br>She passed a cat-like woman on her way out from some chairs, whose face seemed slightly flushed and perturbed. With a shrug, Jewel headed between the rows of chairs, sitting only a few seats away from Jenny. This, of course, placed her a few seats from the exact center, though she was sure it would fill up quickly enough. She flashed a smile to the woman, her eyes squinting as she attempted to remember the girl's name, or code-name, but couldn't come up with anything. A simple shrug brought her attention back to the front, awaiting the beginning of the meeting.
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 10:35:49</strong>
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				Mind Melter didn't take any particular notice of Xochitli as she sat, as she was a row back from him and a couple seats to the right. Since he hadn't seen her walk in, he hadn't seen how her jeans hugged and accentuated her every curve, nor how her shirt did the same to her bust. He sat calmly, waiting for the meeting to start. As usual, when he wasn't concentrating specifically on his damnable (yet fun) tentacles, they got him into trouble without his knowledge. <br><br>Xochitli became aware of <em>something</em> moving around her waist, and glanced down to see the tentacle wrapping lightly around her. The end of the tentacle came to rest on her belly where the slender probing tip started gently molesting her naval through her shirt.
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 00:22:14</strong>
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				Jack wandered through the conference room, checking the lights and wiring for possibly the tenth time.&nbsp; Really, it was all as good as he could possibly make it with the equipment they had, but he needed <em>something</em> to do.&nbsp; Sitting still just wasn't comfortable any more.<br><br>Digger business was always trouble, but really, what else was he going to do with his time?&nbsp; It wasn't like he had much of a life anymore, besides constantly fixing the wiring in the Tunnels -- some jackass always managed to rip it down or blast one of the generators by accident -- and going along with the Diggers was about the only excitement left anymore.<br><br>He couldn't help but notice the various ladies as they walked in, but did his level best to focus on the wiring overhead.&nbsp; It really wouldn't do to be caught staring...
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				Post by: <strong>Olufemi</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 20:17:45</strong>
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				Iza wandered through the halls in bare feet, her slender body in snug denim and a simple top. Not the time to show of her form, at least not intentionally.&nbsp; Gaia as she was known,&nbsp; was generally quiet and yet friendly to any who approached her. Eyes of lavender pierced the darkness with thier soft glow as did her hands and feet when in contact with the ground. A soft glow of static like energy just barely visible in daylight. <br><br>Entering the conference room, she found herself a place to sit, pushing her thick knee length ebony braid over her shoulder Iza waited and watched the people gathered, curious about this meeting, yet patient enough to wait and find out when the time came. Slender fingers brushed through the soft silken hair at the end of her braid, as she waited.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>18-03-2008, 02:44:35</strong>
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				Darkness entered, his head a blip of color as he moved through the hallways and rooms.&nbsp; He tried to avoid getting anywhere near the womenfolk, his wandering hands sometimes lead to good things, but in a crowd like this he did not bet on it.&nbsp; Large groups just weren't the place, really.&nbsp; He wandered into the room, but retreated back to a corner, perferring to keep his hands to themselves, at least for now, he would rather here what business was going on than some woman's complaints.
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				Post by: <strong>Phunnie Bone</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 18:04:17</strong>
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				Xochitli had turned her head to the side to view the others that had arrived when she felt the touch of something around her waist. Amber eyes fall to the tentacle that has slithered around her waist and is rubbing against her stomach. A nervous giggle escapes her full lips as her hands fall to the appendage that has begun to burrow against her belly button. In an effort to keep it from going anywhere else, she makes sure to block its passage with her hands, before finally pushing it away.<br><br>Clearing her throat, Jewel waited for the meeting to start, pulling her shirt away from her body in an attempt to make believe nothing had just happened. Of course, her shirt just clung to her again without hesitation.
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