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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:03:25 GMT -5
Wicked looked over the city. Her eyes trailing down the street. She had a slight smile. She had fallen in love. She sighed and placed her hands on the sides beside her. She tilted her head to one side. She never imagened love would find her some day.
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:07:03 GMT -5
'It's not good to be up here at night,' said a man in a janitors uniform. 'Never know what kinda creeps are around.'
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:08:08 GMT -5
Wicked looked sideways. "That's alright." She replied and looked ahead. "I am used to creeps." She added and moved her hair back as the wind blew it forwards.
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:10:10 GMT -5
The man walked up to her. 'Do you know a man named....oh what was it....Peter Parker?' He grinned.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:10:50 GMT -5
"I work with him why?" Wicked asked and looked back over the city.
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:11:55 GMT -5
He moved closer, a wide smile across his face. 'Could you give him a message?'
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:12:36 GMT -5
Wicked kept looking ahead her eyes where flashing up but the man wouldn't be able to see. "Depends."
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:14:34 GMT -5
'On what?', he replied.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:14:55 GMT -5
"What the message is." She replied.
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:16:03 GMT -5
'Why can't you face me? Do you think i'm a creep?'
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:17:35 GMT -5
"I am not sure." She replied and blinked twice making her eyes turned back. She then looked up with her normall brown eyes.
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:24:43 GMT -5
Black ooze slid up the left side of the man. Then red ooze slid up the other side. Then, in a malicious tone, he said 'Let us answer the question for you, shall we? We our not creeps. We our your worst nightmare!'
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:26:14 GMT -5
Wicked now shot up. "Wow..." Her eyes started to glow. "Someone call the plastic surgeon."
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Post by Carnom on Nov 9, 2006 12:29:00 GMT -5
'Ha ha. So you have a sense of humor?' Red and black tentacles slid out of his back. 'Now, about that message.' One of the tentacles shot out at Wicked.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 9, 2006 12:30:11 GMT -5
Wicked jumped up and flipped to the side. She landed on her hands and jumped on tills he stood beside him. "No thanks."
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