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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:49 am
((Sorry I didnt know.))
*After finishing the last cup of the night. John headed home. His apartment was only a 10 mintue walk but the night was cold but also relaxing too. He looked up at the sky seeing the stars and smiled to himself. A young boy by the look of 18 walked up to him. ""Passez un peu de changement", he said. John looked at him confused. The boy made a money hand motion and John smiled reaching for his wallet. It was packed with money. As John reached out with a 5 dollor bull in his hand he looked at the boy as he pulled out a .38 revolver and pointed it at John. "Je suis désolée monsieur", he said as john was surrounded by four other boys that smae age. John looked around at the others and sighed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 6:11 pm
Lenka read Klara a bedtime story and within half an hour she had fallen asleep, tuckered out from a busy day. Then she wandered around the flat like a ghost, cleaning up little spills or furniture in disarray before sitting on the tiny sofa and burying her head in her hands. She hadn't even eaten anything for supper and felt like her guts were turning inside-out with the pangs, but instead curled up with the telly on for a while before she went to sleep. Just as she was beginning to drop off on the sofa, there was a loud explosion on the movie she was watching that woke her up. Might as well go to bed, then.
Sighing, Lenka trotted over to turn off the telly, and when she was turning to shut the curtains she saw a group of men standing apart from one another in the street below. Probably just mates out for a few drinks, she thought, until one of them pulled out a gun. Her heart leapt up into her throat, and she grabbed the phone from the coffee table to call the police.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:47 pm
((bump back up to front. Should I just not expect you to post on weekends, or...?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:03 am
*As the boy had the gun pointed out to John, John quickly grabbed the boys wrist and twisted it making the boy drop the gun and injurying his arm socket. The other boys pulled out pipes and 2x4's and rushed at John. One by one John took them out with the slightest of ease as they all rushed him one by one. John was highly experienced in hand to hand combat and feeling and seeing thier fighting stances off JOhn was able to knock each of them on the ground. With in 20 seconds everyone of them was on the ground injuried but alive. John relazed himself after the fight and picked uup the revolver. Making the cylinder chamber come out, there were 6 bullets. All of them were hollow point tipped bullets. John emptied the gun and put the bullets in his coat pocket then put the revolver in his pant pocket. He looked up seeing a light in a window flicker then turn off. There in the wondow was a woman looking at him.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 5:38 pm
As the man's head turned up toward her window, Lenka gasped and backed away from the curtains, clutching the phone to her ear as the police answered. "Hommes!" she said quickly, remembering the horrible fight as it progressed right under her nose. "Hommes dans la rue! Lutte!" The woman on the other end of the phone took her location information and told her there would be officers there any moment. She didn't tell the woman that one of the men had seen her, but locked her door just in case. He had seriously injured those other men, and she didn't want him to think she was the one who had called the police.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:28 am
*John processed to him apartment complex which was just a few more building down. As he walked by, he took alley ways and short cuts to avoid being seen as he had the sirens bluring. He was good at being unseen even in public areas. He was trained to be unseen and unhear. As he made it to his apartment building, a polic car drove right pass him heading toward the fight scene. John never liked the police. they were always sticking their noses in other peoples business. Just like they did when John's family died. Then tried to accuse John of killing his own family. The law was never on his side but the government was.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:04 pm
((I'm sorry, but aren't RPs supposed to be about characters INTERACTING? I've been setting them up to meet again in almost every post and you keep ignoring it...))
After drawing the curtains closed on the flashing lights and sirens filling the air, Lenka shuffled off to the loo to brush her teeth. Then she went to her bedroom, climbing into the bed that sat alongside Klara's cot. The bed was very large and very lonely. But it was at least warm, and physically comfortable. She, weighed down by exhaustion from the long day, was asleep the moment her head his the pillow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:56 am
*Before John unlocked his door, his mind began to wonder who the woman was. He only caught a glimpse of her but as his mind began to retrieve the facial features he realized it was the woman he helped earliar. He didn't know it until know when she left, the man who was rude to her on the train was looking at her funny as she left. After a few more seconds, John left again. Making his way back to the apartment building where he saw her in the window.*
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 4:39 pm
Lenka was utterly at peace, asleep in her bed with Klara sleeping peacefully beside her as the digital clock on the nightstand changed to midnight. She dreamed of being back on the train with the strange, sad-looking man who had helped her up when she was so unsteady on her feet. But then her mind went back further, to the other man who had knocked her down. Something hadn't been right about him, had it? Consciously, Lenka suddenly realized she hadn't looked at her billfold all day, having had to use spare change from the jar to buy groceries.
She snapped awake at this sleeping epiphany and sat up, rubbing her head, hoping that her missing billfold was all in her imagination. She had had wildly imaginative dreams as a child. To comfort herself, she got up to check her purse and heard the flat's back door, the one leading to the stairs on the back of the building, creaking open. Lenka froze. No one had a key to the flat but her, and she had the most brilliant hiding spot in all the world for the spare (taped to the inner sole of her only pair of shoes). Not to mention, she had no friends in France who knew where she lived, or any back home in Czechia.
On a compulsion, Lenka went back to the nightstand and picked up her lamp, gripping the cold metal tightly in her fists as a reassurance that she could defend herself, when really she felt very, very small.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 3:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:22 am
*John was at the scene as one of the apartment residents was opening the main door. John quickly grabbed the edge of the door just before it closed as the resident walked up the stairs. John waited for a few seconds looking around at his surroundings then headed inside. Immediately he began to scan the hallway. The numbers, the number of steps to each door as he walked down the hall. He found the apartment desk with no one at it and quickly opened the address book of the building. He was in luck. Each address had a photo of the resident who lived there. As he quickly flipped the book, he found what he was looking for but he was also caught too* "Hey wht the hell do you think you're doing? That's private!", said the man as he got out of the bathroom that was just by the elevator near his desk. John quickly closed the book and grabbed a pen.* "Just looked for a pen to sign my apartment forum. He said as he grabbed an apartment forum to sign. He found one half fulled out.* Joh n quickly signed it and set the paper and the pen back on the desk which was cluttered with other papers and books and office supplies. The desk manager looked at John and sighed.* "Soory about getting angry. Its just those damn kids keep playing tricks on me. The ones who got arrested outside. Whoever kicked their a**, should hve gotten a medal. Please follow me,.", said the man as he made his way to the stiars.* "Excuse I first was wondering if you know um....a woman by the name of Lenka? She use to work on the train.", John said. The man smiled then smirked, "Floor 4 room 24.", said the man. *John quickly thanks the man and rushed up to the floor. The man walked back and sat down smiling to himself* "Ah young love never dies.", he said grabbed a newspaper and opening it.*
((Sorry I didn't reply. I was hanging out with family over the weekend.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:46 pm
((I'm sorry. I just have so so many problems with this.
1: I said specifically in the bio that she lives in a single flat above a coffee shop, not in an apartment complex
2: Doormen do not give away flat numbers to people who don't even know the tenants' surnames and have only a vague idea of their occupation, even if it is allegedly "young love".
3: You spend more time trying (and failing) to make your character look badass than you do trying to advance the plot. And what the hell is an apartment forum?!
I'm so done with this. I'm sorry, but I really can do much, MUCH better. You can find someone else to go in my place, but I'm done playing.))
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