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posted by peacebaby7
5:27pm

    Skipper was the first to recover from the shock. He spoke slowly & lightly. “What? Why didn’t Ты say anything?” Kowalski developed a lump in his throat. His palms began to feel sweaty again. “Because I didn’t want us to do anything that would cost me everything. If I get fired, there’s going to be no reason whatsoever that will get that company to hire me again. If Blowhole so much as catches a glimpse of Ты 3 there, it’s bye bye job.” The others just looked at each other, then back to Kowalski. “Kowalski…We are the best, most elite team...
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In the кухня 'or mess hall' as it was called, three men sat around the table. The room was quiet. The only sound was the ticking of the clock. "It's too quiet.." Skipper muttered, his eyes cutting from left to right. Kowalski scoffed, leaning back on the wall, holding a glass of soda. "That's preposterous! You're just paraniod." Rico nodded, "Uh-huh!" Skipper nervously stood up and walked to the computer, hesitated, and then walked back to the table. "Skipper, relax. There's nothing going on and nothing bad in the future." Kowalski tisked. Skipper shot him a look that said, 'Oh, so now you...
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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
I actually hate this chapter, but oh well. Here it is.
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“If Ты want some girl time, Marlene Oder lives in the apartment just down the hall, Carlotta Perky’s on the секунда story, Shelly Astaire’s across the hall from us, and I guess if it comes down to it—”
    “Hi, Kowalski,” someone сказал(-а) behind them.
    “—there’s always her,” Kowalski finished, turning around with Kitka.
    Behind them stood a young woman wearing a faded denim jacket,...
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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
It was a brisk Friday afternoon in October.
Kitka Falcón trudged up the stairs to her new apartment, lugging her suitcase behind her. She was eager to see if there was anyone whom she might enjoy conversation with.
    Kitka brushed her golden blonde hair out of her abnormally sharp eyes as she reached her new home. She got out the key and opened the door, dumping her luggage right inside and sitting down across from it, exhausted from the long hike up the stairs. She really did want to meet some people, but first she desperately needed some rest. She took of her shoes and...
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posted by _Hans_
I have so little left now. So few things to hold dear, so little to call my own. Few happy memories. I am unsure of anything. Who I am, where I stand, where i belong. Will i be forced to scrape together a meager existence, или shall I follow his lead, Присоединиться his cause and ruin everything?

Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that день as plainly as though it were yesterday.

I can remember what clothes I...
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I didn't walk into this to write some overly dramatic cliche " It was a dark and stormy night...." crap. This is serious business, here, and I'm not too sure I'm keen on sharing it.
I'm not sure what to feel anymore, but I can tell Ты one thing: Scars run deep. That's a дана in this game. It's do или die, and I don't want to do either. Knowledge carries a high price, I've learned. Too much can be dangerous. Too little makes Ты expendable. In the game of Life, I'm sure we're all in agreement here, there should be cheat codes.

About a год ago, I moved to New York City and tried to change,...
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posted by peacebaby7
    It all seemed to happen in a second. The alarms blazed, Blowhole jumped in shock, the bullet erupted from his gun, hitting the wall. He ordered the guards in the room to go see what was going on, Blowhole waited by the door. They waited; it didn’t take too long for the alarms to seize. Blowhole assumed the situation was under control. He walked back over to Skipper, stopped in front of him, and leaned down, inches from his face. “Now where were we?” He asked grinning.

    “I was about to kick your butt.”

    “Oh really?...
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posted by peacebaby7
Marlene cried out in pain. It'd been an час since it began. He struck her again with the whip. Another cry of agony escaped her lips. Killer raised the whip again, but Blowhole entered and stopped him before he whipped her again. Marlene held back tears. She wouldn't dare let him see her cry. Not over her dead body. Blowhole walked around her...grinning like a madman. "Good work Killer. But unfortunately it's time we released her." He told him. He unlocked the chains on Marlene's wrists, causing her to fall to her knees. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and bleeding from the edges of...
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posted by peacebaby7
6:57am

    Marlene was still working to get her hands out of the ropes but continually failed. Then the door opened & two men walked in. One of them was Dr. Blowhole, but she didn’t know who the other one was…but he looked rough. Marlene was yelling at Blowhole through her gag. The two of them stopped in front of her. Blowhole rolled his eyes & nodded at the other man. The other man backhanded Marlene in the face as hard as he could. Marlene grunted in pain, and then looked back to Blowhole with hatred & anger in her eyes, her face smarting. Blowhole reached...
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posted by peacebaby7
6:48am

    Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the Стена to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even еще when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the Стена a few feet from that on her right. She tried to Переместить her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw Далее seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
posted by peacebaby7
Earlier That Morning…

1 Minute: 37 секунды Until Detonation

    Marlene made it out of the building & was behind the police line in the crowd of people. Sounds of crying & panicking people filled her ears. She was now trying to find the team. She finally saw them talking in the crowd of people. She started running to them. When she got closer she noticed that Skipper wasn’t with them, which made her worry. Then all of the sudden the three of them started running to the police line. Marlene tried calling out to them, but it was hard to hear the closer to the police...
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