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Good - let the games begin. (In gladiator announcer voice)
Thank you love. Was super sick yesterday. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hoping to post up today or tomorrow. How's you? :)
Hoping to post up today or tomorrow. How's you? :)
Lovely post. So cute that I'm grinning. :)
We can talk about what they encounter here to get ready for the first few locations if you want. I'm going to say at this first one it was an old orphanage that was burnt down, so lots of noises and such. I'll try and set up the scene for this one.
We can talk about what they encounter here to get ready for the first few locations if you want. I'm going to say at this first one it was an old orphanage that was burnt down, so lots of noises and such. I'll try and set up the scene for this one.
Bane - awesome... Share your secrets for success, my friend.
RD - I assumed as much. Man I love a lazy Saturday. :)
Athos - I doubt it. Being yourself is all one can do and through the people they entwine themselves, the things they read and write and the focus they have on something or something else they (we) become better or worse. However being someone you're not is exhausting and quickly loses its appeal. I'd accept you for who you were and how you acted and hope that I could help in moving you toward better as I hope you move me toward as well.
RD - I assumed as much. Man I love a lazy Saturday. :)
Athos - I doubt it. Being yourself is all one can do and through the people they entwine themselves, the things they read and write and the focus they have on something or something else they (we) become better or worse. However being someone you're not is exhausting and quickly loses its appeal. I'd accept you for who you were and how you acted and hope that I could help in moving you toward better as I hope you move me toward as well.
My head, tummy and shoulder hurt! *growls*
Happy Valentines Day! <3
Happy Valentines Day! <3
Roo- I want a two day work week with a seven day work payoff...
Athos- just be yourself. If nothing else being online should allow you to let your proverbial hair down. :)
Athos- just be yourself. If nothing else being online should allow you to let your proverbial hair down. :)
Sounds good. I wish I was at home. :)
Great first post!! Love it. I can't wait to write something up. Will hopefully be on Saturday. :))))
"No..no, no, no, no..." Sara screamed the same thing over and over as Matt feel from the creatures grasp, the movements occurring much to quickly as the world began to spin precariously around her. Nothing like death had ever crossed her mind and though Matthew had a few moments of life left in him, he was fading fast, the sound of his neck begin broken forever to haunt her dreams. She rushed across the room to kneel beside him, her arms pulling him to her as he struggled to breath through the pain, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was much to young to lay in her lap dying and yet here they were and this tragedy was her fault. She apologized over and over between the no's she mumbled as the large mass above her shook and struggled against the remaining constraints. Tears rushed down her lovely face, her black mascara leaving a remnant of sadness etched along her alabaster skin. She sat there until she could gain her thoughts and carefully laid Matthew to the side, her body shaking with terror and rage.
Lifting herself on shaky legs and moved toward the other side of the table and screamed again and again at the monster that had no conscience and yet seemed to be paying very close attention to her, his moments having stopped altogether while something like concern swept across his bastardized features. She felt herself starting to crack and reached for the needle, plunging in into the subjects arm and releasing the fluid that would soon kill her dreams along with the rest of her research. To be responsible for someones death was too much to bear, and everything she'd done to this point lead up to the moment when Matt lost his life. She watched the creature struggle and cry out to her before slipping into nothingness again. She remembered not calling her government contact, or that she sat in the corner for two days alone until they got there. She didn't remember how Matt got buried or who told his folks, but only that she was reinstated at a new hospital after several months of therapy and time healed wounds and killed dreams for her like anyone else.
Two Years Later
"Doctor Bosworth, Doctor Bosworth, you're needed stat in OR C. Code Blue..."
She heard the announcement mid-surgery and looked to her partner, Dr. Marx, nodding and moving back from the patient who's head was partially opened. Marx knew that he was up to complete her work and he was more than thrilled to be associated with her talent no matter what job he was given. She quickly scrubbed out and raced down the hospital corridors to the OR, moving into room C and scrubbing in quickly, the woman on the table thrashing back and forth as Sara pressed the mic, "Give her 10 cc of morphine and keep her awake. She cannot go under for the assessment or we will lose her."
Lifting herself on shaky legs and moved toward the other side of the table and screamed again and again at the monster that had no conscience and yet seemed to be paying very close attention to her, his moments having stopped altogether while something like concern swept across his bastardized features. She felt herself starting to crack and reached for the needle, plunging in into the subjects arm and releasing the fluid that would soon kill her dreams along with the rest of her research. To be responsible for someones death was too much to bear, and everything she'd done to this point lead up to the moment when Matt lost his life. She watched the creature struggle and cry out to her before slipping into nothingness again. She remembered not calling her government contact, or that she sat in the corner for two days alone until they got there. She didn't remember how Matt got buried or who told his folks, but only that she was reinstated at a new hospital after several months of therapy and time healed wounds and killed dreams for her like anyone else.
"Doctor Bosworth, Doctor Bosworth, you're needed stat in OR C. Code Blue..."
She heard the announcement mid-surgery and looked to her partner, Dr. Marx, nodding and moving back from the patient who's head was partially opened. Marx knew that he was up to complete her work and he was more than thrilled to be associated with her talent no matter what job he was given. She quickly scrubbed out and raced down the hospital corridors to the OR, moving into room C and scrubbing in quickly, the woman on the table thrashing back and forth as Sara pressed the mic, "Give her 10 cc of morphine and keep her awake. She cannot go under for the assessment or we will lose her."
Bravo, Enforcer. That was fun, fun, fun to read. Great job. :)
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