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Post by "Unfettered" on Nov 3, 2008 18:37:12 GMT -8
OOC: After The CF Event.
"Vy, Hallo Zar" Reaching into his pockets, the fatigue of the withdrawl effects of the drugs still working at him, he walked, with most of his gear on through the hallways. The bells to end school had just rung, and already the stampede was beginning to trickle through into a flood of students. Still, he kept walking against the stream---*Bump*"Oh... sorry..." not really looking---he did a double take and looked again.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Nov 3, 2008 21:23:23 GMT -8
Homi quickly gathered her books as the final bell rang. It hadn't been that long since the raid on the Correctional Facility, but Homi had tried to return to life as normal, as well as she could. Her studies hadn't slipped at all, but anybody could see that she was changed. She had been spending her nights doing something unthinkable for Homi. Training for fighting. It showed not only in her lean figure, but in her eyes with the dark bags that hung there from the lack of sleep. She doubted she would be sleeping reguardless, with all of the visions of the horrors of the facility playing behind her eyelids everytime she closed her eyes. She finished gathering her books and moved at a quick pace out the door and to her locker. She hurried quickly to open the door and think through what books she needed for the night's homework load. It took only a moment for her to swap out her books and to begin to dodge through the crowd. As she rushed down the hall, she found herself bumping shoulders with someone. She looked over as she heard the muttered apology and stopped. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where i was going," she said back to him. She was unsure of how to speak to him, or if she should even say anything to him. Still, she couldn't help but pause and let the others hurry around her.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Nov 3, 2008 22:45:40 GMT -8
"Wry halo thar..." "Sorry, I wasn't watching where i was going," "...Well... Well. I'm glad to see you're alright." the German's voice quickly becoming more and more familiar. "Unfettered" smiled, as the people went on past them, his eye just barely open, but in an endearing, compatriot sort of way. But his eye was watchful... Perhaps not as, but he did at least notice of the bags under her eyes. Perhaps not everything was as alright as he had hoped for. Still, he took his right hand out of its pocket to put it on her shoulder. If she pulled away from it, he'd just nod and put it back, but if she let him, he'd give the shoulder a light squeeze. Either way, he felt the same: "...I... don't think I got to thank you for your help. But thank you."...Still, the touch was all he needed to sense something. Not everything, but... "...Have you gotten stronger?" Not in such a happy tone, but he let the smile play on his face, as he'd let the hand fiddle around, back in its pocket. Of course, this was relying on the fact that she still remembered who he was. "Unfettered's" Withdrawal Statistics: Strength: 32 Dexterity: 7 Constitution: 22 Intelligence: 44 Wisdom: 39 Charisma: 48
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