((Great flashbacks both of you i wish my writeing was as good as you.))
Bildo walked round the corner in to main street, the biggest street in Racoon City. Burnt out, burning cars and dead body's scattered all ova just like when he was last here, no change. He went bout 2 blocks down the road with all the others following. (ccchhhssssshhh) "hey hunni you can open the door we are just comin up there are 4 of us" (ccchhhssssshhh) (ccchhhssssshhh) "ok hun its unlocked for ya" Bildo and Roxanne exchanged messages ova there radio's. Bildo led the others up the stairs to the door and throu it kissing his wife on the cheek as he walked throu the door. The others followed closely, Roxanne locked the door behinde them. They all walked throu to the Living area and walked in to the space and Travis limped behind and in to the space. Bildo put his son on the arm chair in the corner and Roxanne ran ova to him immediatly and hugged him. Bildo said "Guys this is Roxanne my wife" "Hi" said the gang "and the wounded soldier on the sofa is Erica" "hi" said the group again. "Roxanne and Erica this is Berina dont be alarmed shes perfectly good hearted she help me get Jack" Roxanne and Erica looked her up and down and there was a pause. Bildo thought to himself *dont worry Berina they might take a while thou* "and this is Travis and Lianne" "nice to meet ya all" Erica and Roxanne said. Bildo looked around and said "Lianne the Bag by the Table there are some medical supplies see what you can do to help Travis ill have a better look l8r" Bildo looked on and said to his wife "we were to l8 they had already done the tests on our Jack they wasted no time" and saw a tear fall from her eye to her cheek. He looked at the ground ashamed.
"We search, what else? Basically, we're looking for a computer...not any of the regular ones, this one is kept in the police commissioner's office. Apparently, he was pretty close with Umbrella", Chry answered.
The place was a mess, it was littered with bodies that by the look of them had only been recently killed. Inside it was even worse, Paul couldn't help but suspect that Berina had been here, she was the only one he knew who sliced and diced zombies as if it was just another one of the things you do during the day. Paul cleared himself a path through the bodies, kicking them aside unlike Chrys who just walked over them. Raine followed behind covering her mouth and nose with her free hand and with the other gripping her beretta tightly, "Hmm, looks like we missed the party," she said lowering her hand.
"Too bad, I would've loved some target practice.", Chrys answered with a clear note of sarcasm in her voice.
Paul was trying to figure out what went on here and was looking among the bodies for familiar faces, none that he could recognise were among the bodies so maybe whoever was here made it out.
"So, what should we do?", Raine asked impatiently.
Chrys paused to think for a moment when a loud bark suddenly brought the silence to life.
"We stick together for now. Make it to the center of the RPD, find a way to his office, get the file, then get out as fast as possible. We have two more locations to cover...", she said calmly.
Paul walked over to the front desk, the computer behind it was smashed as was just about every piece of furniture in the room, 'I'm not sure what the chances are of finding anything useful in here but if that's why were here then I guess it's best to make the best of it.'
Paul's mind was filling with question both relevant to the current situation and to their past but he held them back. Paul figured Umbrella had some control over the police, that much he'd learned from his Mosad years but how this information could be a use to Chrys was a mystery to him. He looked above the desk and saw a brass sign splattered in blood, there were little arrows pointing in different directions labeled according to where they led. 'If it's offices we're looking for then they should be on the second floor to the right.' Chrys nodded, 'Ok so then I hope you two don't mind if I lead.', Paul didn't wait for an answer and he heard Chrys let out a breath of frustration. He wanted this over with, he wanted to be able to spend some time with Chrys alone. Paul leaded them across the hallway, there were interrogation rooms on either side and strait ahead was a barred door that leaded to the Jail cells, Paul shivered as he saw movement behind the bares.
'Paul there are things over there', Rain said, pointing nervously to the bares.
The zombies picked up the scent of fresh meat and started moaning, trying to escape the prison they were in, some were uniformed police men while others seemed like inmates. "I wonder what went on here", Paul thought as the came closer, 'That's not in our way but we can't just leave them here', Paul said unsholdering his bag searching for something.
'What do you plan on doing' Rain asked coming towards him but her question was answered as Paul extracted a grenade from his bag, 'Let them rest in peace and leave us at peace. Take cover!', Paul waited a moment for Raine to make her way to the right branch coming out of the hallway leading to the stair cell but Chrys was gone, she obviously didn't feel like waiting up for them. Paul threw the grenade and retreated to where Raine was. The loud explosion shook the walls and sent body parts flying across the hallway but other than that did no harm. Paul took a look at the bares, they were still in tact.
'Did you see where Chrys went?' Paul asked Raine as he made his way back. She pointed towards the staircase leading to the second floor.
Paul made in that direction with Raine following close behind. He heard shots being fired and broke into a run, he started climbing the stairs when loud barks suddenly filled the air, 'Shit!'
Chrys was standing at the doorway leading to the second floor dropping zombies as if it was a bad habit, she turned for a second to see if it was Paul and Rain and went back to shooting. Paul couldn't see how many zombies she was dealing with but that wasn't what was bothering him at the moment. Three police dogs with tared flesh, bits of fur and bone visible in odd places. The closest dog growled and leaped, Paul pumped his shotgun and blew the dog out of the sky, the other dogs followed in the same matter and Raine joined the shooting. The dogs were down but four more dogs quickly came to replace them. Chrys was still to busy killing the things advancing on her to be bothered with them yet. Raine gave a horrified glance towards Paul but he just threw down his shotgun and extracted the berreta from his side hostler.
OOC: 😮 I couldn't help it, if you don't want me controlling your character like that then say so and I won't do it again but if you don't mind then...Tag, you're it!
Enjoy the slaughter 😄
Oh and Thanks Bildo blushing
(OOC: Happy B-day Acrypt. No the Rain I am referring to is from the first Film. Michelle Rodriguez's Character)
Travis lightly smiled at Berina's ravenous eating habits, as he took the jerky from lianne. Travis was still in a state of shock at her resemblence to Rain 'Get over it, its not her. Rain is dead.' Even as Travis thought about it he began to feel a little better, but he knew the pain would eventually come back.
OOC: No, that’s cool! As long as you don’t have her act too out of character, it’s alright with me. I’m it? Eh, I’ll do my best 😊 Oh, and very, extremely, terribly, sorry for the length, promise after this last flashback, I’ll keep ‘em short and to the point
“Ok so then I hope you two don't mind if I lead.”
Chrys let out a frustrated groan. She personally didn’t care who led just as long as she got to the computer. Just as long as there was even a computer to go to. She started to follow after Raine and Paul but stopped at seeing the two enter the jail cells, the lights badly dimmed, moving figures visible in the shadows of the cells.
She narrowed her eyes, then pressed her lips together as she went pass them and up the stairs. ‘No time to waste…’ She reached up to the second floor, but ducked quickly in surprise at seeing a zombie attempt to attack her, hands outstretched. She moved from its bloodied arms, taking out her beretta as she pushed herself against the wall and let out a quick headshot.
Chrys let out a breath, but tensed up as several moans reached her hearing. She looked down the hall and tilted her head, shaking it slightly as zombies flooded out from open doorways, crowding into the tight halls of the police department. Soon, the hall filled out with at least a dozen zombies but no more than twenty.
She squinted, then took out a beretta. “I only need one,” She took aim, and fired, taking out one swiftly before turning her attention to another, barely missing a beat. Once she started out in the fray, she was in an unstoppable mode, near God-like and fueled by the one thing she hated about herself more than anything else. Her emotions…and with Paul on her mind and memories from the past flooding her vision, the only way to shake away the feelings were to blow things away.
Chrys let out eight more shots, the kill counter going off in her head when an explosion rocked the floor beneath her, causing a shot to miss a long dead cop. She felt herself fume inside and quickly regained her bearings, letting out two more shots as she heard approaching footsteps from behind. She risked a glance, turning back to her work at seeing it was just Paul and Raine.
‘About time,’ She continued on with the massacre, hesitating only when she heard the sounds of cold, menacing growls fill the corridor. Followed by this was a shotgun blast, and two from a beretta other than hers. She started to feel a sense of security at the fact that she wasn’t alone but it went away as she heard four more growls bypass the heavy moaning sounds from the five remaining zombies.
Four shots were let out, but apparently one missed as an anxious bloodthirsty howl was heard, fast steps coming from Chrys’s side. She heard someone shout her name, but she wasn’t sure who as she had started to analyze the situation in her head. Her eyes became stark blue as she unloaded the last bullet from her beretta into a nearby zombie. She dropped the first gun, as soon as it left her fingertips taking out the holstered one and aiming to her right to the dog that had had started to jump in her direction.
A bullet escaped from the chamber, landing into the face of the incoming dog, sending it skidding to a dead halt a few feet away from her. She ignored that, taking out her stiletto to the approaching zombie and making a slit direction across its neck, serving no more than to push it back. She killed four remaining zombies, but before she could get to the fifth, it sluggishly managed to knock her gun from her hand.
Chrys backed up, then delivered a kick to its chest, sending it stumbling back. She threw her stiletto. The next sound heard was of a blade cutting through bone and flesh, impaling the zombie through its head. It started to fall backwards, but she caught the being by its shirt and landed it upward. In a quick movement, she placed a hand to the hilt of her stiletto. “I’ll be taking that.”
She yanked it from the skull of the zombie, wiping off any excess blood on its already tattered clothe before twirling the blade in her hand and placing it safely back into a back pocket as the corpse fell with a sick thud. She picked up her fallen beretta’s and found herself face to face with Paul and Raine. “Caused any explosions lately?” she asked, in reference to the earlier shaking.
Raine looked to her with a strange expression. “You barely even glanced to us when we called out to you. How…” she drifted off, looking for the right words. “What makes you fight like that?”
Chrys threw aside the wasted clip, replacing it with a new one. “A memory.”
“Of what?” asked Raine in a curious tone.
Chrys glanced to Paul quickly, hoping he didn’t notice before walking down the hall with her back to the duo. “Of a time when I was weak…”
**cont. to prior flashback**
Chrys took one last drag from the Salem cigarette, glad that she had managed to force back the tears. She had turned off the screens of the brightly lit computers, sitting in the darkness of the room, whiffs of smoke and a pale orange light visible from the cig. She threw away the filter and walked out of the room, looking out into her living room. She couldn’t shake the sense of shock surrounding the scenario and the horrible feeling that was rattling around inside her chest.
She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair as she dropped her robe and walked to the shower, hoping the water would drown away any tears that would come. She stood under the steaming water, finding that she didn’t feel the need to cry anymore just a sense of loss, as if she were a child. She hugged herself tightly and closed her eyes as she slid down the wall with a dead expression in her once sparkling eyes.
After an hour or two, the water cascading down her face and body served to be more of a burden than relieving. She stood up and turned off the shower shakily as she draped a towel around her which she soon replaced for a dark satin robe. She walked to her room, stopping by the doorway of the computer room with a questioning expression. “Maybe…maybe I read it wrong. It was just a lie…” she thought with a sense of hope.
Chrys shook off her expectations and gulped heavily as she walked into the room, falling down into the seat. “No, we were just a lie,” She shook her head with a rueful expression as she turned on the screen. “I was just his gullible pawn.” She looked to the Israeli website, understanding a few words then with a blank gaze went back to his profile. Or tried to anyway.
She made a face at reading that his page was no longer there. She searched Umbrella’s database several times, thinking of several tidbits of information that would link her to his profile, but everything led to a dead end. Chrys bit a fingernail, her gaze becoming worried, her heart skipping a beat. “What’s going on-” She cut herself off, slapping a hand to her forehead as she winced. “Sh*t, of course!”
Chrys knew she wasn’t perfect, but she couldn’t understand how she had made an error like that. “Why in the hell would the people who sent in Paul’s profile leave a spy link onto his profile? It wouldn’t even be needed considering he was doing reconnaissance,” She ran a hand through her brownish blonde hair frustrated. “Umbrella left the link…they’re onto him. They were onto him from the start. And if that’s the case…”
She widened her eyes, abandoning her search for his profile as she searched for the patrol routes for the next day. An unusually large amount of security was working around the sector Paul would be in that day. She checked out each member of security, confirming her suspicions. “Two thirds are UBCS undercover, the remainder, Umbrella’s little assassins,” She leaned back in her chair in thought.
‘Umbrella, though corrupt, are efficient. They’re killing him…tomorrow, most likely at six in the morning, an hour after he comes in. Quick and easy, he’ll be wiped from the face of the earth, as if he never existed.’
Chrys sat up in the chair, then raised an eyebrow as she got up from the chair with a cold expression, heading for her bed. “F*ck him…he’ll figure it out sooner or later.” She didn’t know why she had said it, mostly because she was too blinded by her emotions to realize he would get killed.
It wasn’t until she had been lying down in bed, for less than an hour when the thought struck her. She looked over to the time. ‘12:35 a.m.…less than six hours left.’ She closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come but felt the pain in her chest intensifying by the hour. ‘He used me, why should I care?’ she forced the thought into her head, but it was followed by another then followed by her own personal revelation, one she didn’t want right but was as true as she was tenacious.
Chrys sat up in the darkness of her room, turning on the light by her bedside with a determined expression. She checked her watch. “1:45…I should at least warn him,” she reached for the phone but stopped, inches away, not sure of what she’d say or if she would break down over the phone. She pulled her hand back and got out of the room, wondering what she could do.
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The printer let out a loud beeping sound, indicating it had finished printing the pages, all five of them. They were on huge sheets of shiny light blue paper, to a casual observer, meaningless lines and numbers. But to Chrys, it served as her starting points, as they were the schematics of the building.
Chrys carried them to her kitchen, and under the dim light from the lamp over the stove, using a black marker, she started to highlight key areas of interest. In about two hours of heavy thinking, she managed to come up with a plan. It was less than brilliant and served to work except for one minor problem. She wasn’t to report to that sector today, she had to do a trainee program or in other words, prepare newcomers.
She tapped her fingers along the layout, for once glad at her insomniac habits. Ever since she was six, she had trouble sleeping at night, anything moving in the shadows sending her into a nervous fit. She didn’t have the fits once she had started to use a gun, but still…
Chrys shook off a memory of her childhood, running back to the computer room to check on the security that would be patrolling that day. She scanned the list, then let out a relieved breathe in relief as she started to pick up the phone. She dialed a phone number and looked up into the ceiling. Two rings later, a loud yawn was heard. “Hello. Umbrella Corporations…I like how you managed to catch me when I just came into work but anyways, how may I be of service?”
Chrys sat down, taking up a nail file. “Real cute. Umbrella execs hear you talking like that to valuable customers and they’ll have your ass in a heartbeat.”
“Well, if it ain’t the b*tch!” said the female voice on the other end in an amused tone. “Or icy cold. Or Chrys the…well, you get the idea. So, what do you want? You never call this early…or at all to be more specific.”
Chrys smirked momentarily but lost the expression quickly, replacing it with a grave one. “It’s time to repay the favor.”
“You had to make it sound that way? Make it sound as if it’s serious.”
“That’s because it IS serious. It’s important and I need-” She stopped talking, her voice starting to break.
The voice on the other end put on a concerned side. “Chrys, you alright? Never heard you sound that way so it must be serious. Did Paul do anything to you? Cause I have connections and can easily send a hit on him…” she said in an attempt to get back the cold Chrys.
Chrys spoke in a dead tone. “No need for that, Umbrella beat you to it.”
“What?”
Chrys placed a fist to her chin, trying to get the quiver from her voice. “Listen, I need to take your place today, you switch off from that shift at four and I come in. Though you’ll have to be my replacement for newbie training-”
“Listen, F*CK that, there’s no way!” cut off the girl in a ludicrous tone. At not hearing Chrys automatically respond with a biting sarcastic remark, she sighed then rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She grumbled. She took a breath and a sip of coffee. “What else do you want me to do, there has to be more…”
Chrys gave her a set of specific instructions, but upon hearing the last task, the girl interrupted. “Sorry, no can do. You, along with the commander, are the only one’s who have access to that room. You’ll have to get the key yourself. Oh, and, while we’re on favors, even though this is to pay you back, think I could borrow your bike?”
Chrys shrugged as she started to put on a pair of sneakers, she already dressed in shorts and a short sleeved shirt. “Sure, I’ve always liked your convertible.”
“When you leaving?”
“I’m already gone.” She hung up the phone, picked up the keys from off the hook, then headed outside to a jet black motorcycle. She started it off, then with a resolute look, sped off to the facility.
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Chrys sat down in her office, the sky still blanketed with a deep shade of blue. She looked to her watch. ‘4:50…’ Inside her wastebasket were several letters, though none were good enough for her. Everything she had to say wouldn’t be covered in ten pages, let alone a paragraph but she didn’t have time for effort as time was truly of the essence. She left her set of instructions, not bothering with what she labeled her petty emotions and left the room quietly.
She noticed Paul coming her away, and completely ignored him, knowing she would either shout or hurt him if she managed to get within distance to him. She delivered a message to another worker, and stepped out to see Paul staring to the wall. ‘Why hasn’t he left yet? Why won’t he leave…?’ He glanced in her direction, starting to go to her, but she subtly motioned to the cameras watching their every movement. She turned away briskly, walking in what she hoped was far away from him, but found that she had nearly bumped into him.
The two stared at each other. Paul looked like he had something to say. Chrys forced herself to not give away anything, not now, not ever. She forced on the coldest expression she could summon to him, then brushed past him to her office. She had done her task, now she had real work to do. She reached into her office and risked a glance out the window, noting the figure of Paul making his way far away from the building.
Chrys sat with her back to the window and took out a report, whispering under her breath. “Goodbye Paul…” She forced herself to forget him and go on with her work, reading the small font maintenance report but found that by the minute her vision was growing blurry. She shook her head slowly, trying to clear her sight, but it became worse, the words on the paper hazy. She blinked her eyes, and her sight cleared as a small droplet of water landed on the report.
Chrys placed a hand to her cheek and found another line of water running down her face. She scowled, wiping away her tears, and took up the keys to the convertible as she left the office building. She jumped over the side, placing the key and speeding off onto the near empty highway in hopes that it would dry her eyes.
However, she found that it was the exact opposite. Her vision grew worse, tears making their way down her face in rapid succession. She reached over to the dashboard, searching franticly until she found a pack of cigs. She lit one up quickly, one hand on the steering wheel, the other switching on the radio just in time to hear a solo guitar opening into a song.
Chrys took another drag, waiting for the effects of the smoke to calm her but feeling a temptation to turn off the radio at hearing part of the lyrics:
‘…I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black…’
She’d heard the song a million times before, but it was only now at this point and time that she understood the meaning. She listened into the song, taking another drag as she wiped away several more tears with the back of her hand. She took the cigarette from her lips and let out a quivering sigh as she hung her hand off the side of the car.
‘…With flowers and my love both never to come back…’
At this point, Chrys pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car, no loner able to control herself. She tossed aside the cigarette as she buried her face in her hands and started to cry heavily, her shoulders shaking. It was all hitting her now, and it hurt. He had used her, it had all been a lie, and she had helped him leave. The one good thing…the one person who had made her happy in her life was gone.
‘…Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black…’
Chrys gave into her emotions, continuing her heavy sobbing as she pulled back onto the main road and placed her foot down onto the acceleration, going over the speed limit as she drove with a vague expression, clutching onto the steering wheel with a horrible feeling in her heart. “And despite it all…I can’t stop myself from l…” she trailed off, choking on her words, unable to even finish her sentence as she closed her eyes tightly, turning her gaze to the side.
‘…If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes…’
Chrys opened up her eyes to the last part of the song she had managed to hear through her sobs. She didn’t understand it, but it calmed down her crazy mood. She pushed onto the break, the car skidding and twirling around in several revolutions finally coming to a loud stop by the edge of silver border. She took a breath, realizing what had just near happened, and took a deep breath to rid herself of the adrenaline rush.
Chrys took another cig and lit it in scrutiny with her lighter. She took a deep breath, leaning her head back against the car chair before making a U-turn and heading back to a turn she had missed. She placed the hand with the cig over the steering wheel, driving at a slower pace with the wind blowing through her hair. She ignored the tears streaming down her face as she sung along to the song, clarity and ice illuminating her sparkling eyes under the rising sun…
**end flashback**
“Hey, I think I found something!’ shouted Raine, looking to a huge unscathed door. She pushed it open, and sure enough they found themselves in an office, unlike the others with an operational computer.
“Good job,” commented Paul. Raine went in the room, whereas he started to follow after but stopped at noticing Chrys leaning to the wall. “You alright?”
Chrys nodded her head with a cold expression as she pushed away from the wall. “I’m fine. Just give me a second,” Her expression told him to go. He shrugged, walking off into the room.
Chrys ran a hand over her hair to her braid as she looked up to the ceiling, her eyes brimming with tears. That particular memory always made her have to force back tears and now wasn’t an exception. She leaned her head against the wall, pounding it lightly with a fist as she gritted her teeth, her eyes open in concentration. So deep in concentration on getting a rein over her emotions she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her.
The gunshot that followed managed to pierce through to her deep meditation. She whipped around and saw a corpse fall down lifeless behind her. Holding the gun was Raine, with a small smirk. It soon turned to a look of concern mixed with curiosity at seeing Chrys. She walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
She gulped back her tears, finally gaining control and started to respond but was interrupted by Paul. “I heard gunshots and…what’s going on?”
Chrys swatted Raine’s hand from her. “Don’t ever touch me,” she said in a cool, yet sharp tone. She walked past Paul and into the room to see that the two had started up the computer. Without another word, she started at her work, her eyes lighting up as she found information on what she wanted. Though, access to it required a code. And you could only get that by solving a riddle:
‘Lucy lives here, owns it even
The address, 666 Morning Star Lane
Everyone in this city had this descended upon them
Though some were already living through it
Ladies and Gentlemen: Welcome to _ _ _ _’
In the four spaces were to go a password. Chrys shook away her earlier feelings, drowning her emotions out with the riddle before her. She called out to the two, still in the hall. “Hey, any of you good with riddles?”
((Alright, I’m done for the evening! Sorry for how over the top long it is, really I am. ermm Oh, and hope you don’t mind I took a little control over Paul. If you can solve this…poorly made up riddle by me in your next post, that’ll be cool, but until then, night sleeping
OOC: Hell of course!
You don't have to ask to control my character, as long as you act in character (and you do) then I'm fine with you dragging him along.
As always nice writing, you made me wanna have another flashback just for the heck of it but I'll refrain myself for now.
Thanks Immortal!
Raine was looking at Paul strangely, 'What?', Paul asked after a moment, the staring was beginning to bother him.
'You're not gonna tell me what the deal with you and Chrys is?', she said with her hands on her waist like an angry teacher.
'I-', but Paul was cut off by Chrys asking a question, “Hey, any of you good with riddles?”
Raine shook her head as Paul quickly entered the room, 'I didn't ask you to come in, I only asked if you were any good with riddles!', Chrys said coldly.
Paul got the hint and backed out of the room, this was killing him, he wanted her to understand that it wasn't all a show back then, he did have feelings for her, if only his people would have let him-
His thoughts were cut short by Chrys's voice coming from inside the room,
'‘Lucy lives here, owns it even
The address, 666 Morning Star Lane
Everyone in this city had this descended upon them
Though some were already living through it
Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to...", Chrys chanted from the other room.
Paul thought for a moment, 'Oh that's easy, Hell', he called from the hallway. He was answered by the sound of a loud computer beep and the sound of Chrys clicking away on the mouse and keyboard.
Rain continued staring at Paul, 'You really want to know?', he asked in frustration. She nodded, they backed a few feet away from the door and Paul told her a very short version of their past. When he was done Raine gave him a strange look, 'So tell her' she said simply and walked back to the side of the door.
A shot erupted from the room Chrys was in, 'Chrys!', Paul called out and just as he was about to enter the room Chrys came bursting out, 'We're done here...', she said walking past them.
Paul stuck his head in the room and saw a smoking computer with an obvious bullet hole in its side.
'Did you find what you were looking for?', Paul asked following both Chrys and Raine but Chrys was already making her way down the stairs and didn't answer. Paul lifted his shotgun from the floor as he got to the bottom of the stairs, he grabbed a handful of shotgun shells from his bag and started loading them into the gun as he quickly made his way out of the building. Chrys and Rain were waiting for him outside, 'So where do we go from here?', Paul asked as he made his way towards them.
((oh my God....i swear, i'm getting pissed. Ok, i know i said i would be on last night, but here comes the down low. Get the stupid comp back, and my dad forgets the reboot CD at work. So today is his day off, and he was gonna get it, and reboot, but go figure the CD wouldn't work. So, My dad is gonna call a friend, see wants up, and if everything works well, i'll be on later this afternoon. No promises, b/c the last few times i've said i would be on, something screws up. Sorry guys. Really good writing though everyone. Hopefully be on later.))
shalimar was traped in room of all white she banged on the door hoping someone would hear her.she han't ate for 3 weeks now and han't learn how to use her power but she knew she could jump high .about 5 feet."whats goning on out there,how come i have not aten this water is get warm". Help,Help,Help she yelled
Bildo ran after Berina and saw her just go round the corner, he went to the appartment door and saw the keys on the floor Berina must have dropped them. Roxanne came running up to Bildo "whats up" she said all confuzed. "I dont know hun but if you hear me shout you lock the door immediately ok" Bildo said handing her the bunch of keys. "ok" she said knowing exactly what she had to do. Bildo ran off into the gloom after Berina to find out what the hell is going on.