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Topic Started: Nov 17 2010, 02:05 AM (3,505 Views)
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The piece of driftwood struck George in the face, and apparently that was all it had left, as with a loud crack the stick broke in half, the end piece flying off down the hill, soon chased by an unconscious George. But Sebastian wasn't done yet. He was ready to fly down the hill and crack that asshole's skull open when...

What the fuck...

What the fuck...


Almost in an instant, all of Sebastian's anger turned inward on himself. What the hell did he just do? He was supposed to fly under the radar. He was supposed find himself a group to latch onto, either to make himself part of an escape plan, or just to have a bunch of meat shields to stand behind. He was NOT supposed to throw a hissy fit just because he ran into someone he didn't like and beat the shit out of them, and possibly KILL them. Hell, possibly kill TWO people!

Everything was crumbling all around him. If they survived, they'd likely go blabbing about how he's a player to everyone they ran into. If they didn't, he'd be on the morning announcements and then EVERYONE would know.

"Shit...goddamnit, shit!"

He had to get out of here. There wasn't really any practical reason why, but he just couldn't stand to be here anymore. Tossing the other half of the driftwood aside, he quickly trudged back up the hill and grabbed his things, disappearing in a flash.


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Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"

The Dead

She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs

But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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