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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 13:55:31 GMT -5
OOC lol, too late, already done that. Tom heard someone enter the house and quicklt made his way towards the front door... He couldn't believe his eyes, he had know about Quartermain being alive but seeing him... "my god its really you." OOC i don't care if it sounds lame
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 13:57:53 GMT -5
ooc: I can work with that...
"Sawyer? Where the hell..." Z trailed off as she entered the foyer. She stepped up next to Sawyer. "Are you going to cry, soldier?"
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 14:00:19 GMT -5
OOC maybe ;D
TOm didn;t even hear her as he stared at the man in front of him, resisiting the urge to run and give him a hug.
OOC i'm turning it into a real mushy reunion
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 14:04:47 GMT -5
Z leaned over Sawyer and extended her hand in the other man's direction. "Isobel Argento. Are you Quartermain?" she asked, looking back to Tom. "Are you going to start humping his leg or something? Get over yourself."
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 14:06:09 GMT -5
OOC lol
Tom shifted uncomfortably and lowered his eyes to the floor.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 14:07:49 GMT -5
ooc: she's a bitch, Tom. run away.
"Well, I'll let you two catch up," Z said, eyeing the stairs. She hadn't explored the upper floors of the mansion yet...
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Post by Marty on Mar 12, 2004 15:12:53 GMT -5
Allan didn't know weither to smile at the boy or not. He had been like a son, but there were limits to what he could allow himself feel.
He nodded in the direction of Tom's lady friend and went for the smile. "Yeah. It's really me. You have any idea why I'm here?"
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 15:16:36 GMT -5
Z half-listened to their conversation as she went up the stairs. She walked down the dank corridor, which was littered with paper and debris. Z came to the master bedroom and sat back on the large oak bed. This was getting interesting...
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 15:19:24 GMT -5
"The league is being reformed to stop the new threat of world war." Tom told him formally.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 15:21:03 GMT -5
Z lit up again, trying to preserve what little warmth lay in the deserted mansion. For a moment she thought she saw something run by the door to the master suite, but then it was gone. She fingered her pistol.
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Post by Marty on Mar 12, 2004 15:28:06 GMT -5
"Ok. Well, let's go find your friend and figure out what to do."
Allan walked by Tom, pausing to lay his hand fatherly on his sholder. "I'm glad to see you again, boy."
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 15:30:16 GMT -5
Z slipped out into the hall, pistol drawn. She ran he fingers over the engravings on the barrel, searching for the figure that had been there only seconds ago. Z felt a hand on her bare shoulder and spun round.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 15:33:17 GMT -5
"Yeah me too." Tom said with an honest smile.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 15:36:31 GMT -5
Everything was hidden in a sea of blackness as she felt a hand at her throat. Z unloaded a round into the thing that had come up behind her and watched as it fell backwards. She loaded another bullet and put it through the thing's chest.
"Sawyer, come see this!" she yelled, backing up against the wall.
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Post by Marty on Mar 12, 2004 15:37:16 GMT -5
Grinning at the boy, Allan walked by and headed up the stairs where he had seen Z disapear. It might have just been bad memories, but this house gave him bad memories.
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