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Feb 27, 2011 05:19PM
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"But they stink like-" Spencer was cut off as an Eraser punched him in the nose. He fell to the ground. "Is there anymore of you?" the Eraser growled. "Noo," Spencer moaned. "I'm gonna die here all by myself." The Eraser grinned in satisfaction and flew away.
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"My nose" Spencer said walking out of the trees, pinching his nose. "Bastard..."
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"Yeah...I got rid of the Erasers," Spencer took off his top and held it at his nose to stop the bleeding. "I didn't want you riping up your shirt anymore. You wouldn't have any left..."
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"I dunno...Does it look broken?" Spencer removed the shirt from his nose to reveal his nose hidden under a lot of dried blood.
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"You can't do that to your nose..." Spencer put his shirt back against his nose. "Isn't a sprain when you tear a ligament or something?"
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"I'm fine holding my shirt up. It's just are you fine with me being half-naked?" Spencer raised an eyebrow in wonder.
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"Next thing you know I could be cutting my leg open, then I'd have to take my pants off so you can inspect the wound..." Spencer laughed, but it was muffled by the shirt.
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"Your missing out...But for your sake I'll try not to cut any body parts waist below" Spencer nodded.
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"Maybe we should set camp up somewhere. Cause they way Lithos here is looking I don't think we can fly very far," Spencer suggested.
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"I was thinking maybe we could carry Lithos? You know to get further into the trees, so we can't be seen"
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"What do you mean would we be able?! Check out these guns" Spencer held his shirt with one hand and held up his arm, clenching his fist, showing his 'muscles'.
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"No not at all! Why woud you think that?" Spencer smirked. ((<---LOL))
((You guys posted 41 times without me.....me sad now...))Jordan wanted to groan, but couldn't find the energy. She was using all the power she had left trying to fly her and the wingless girl as far away from the school and the Erasers following her as she could. And they made with absolutly no time to spare. while she was running, a (puny and quite weak) assistent Whitecoat tried to gat between Jordan and the way outta their, so, she punched him out of the way, and upon impact, Jordan could've sworn she heard a craking sound. So here she was, free of her cage at last, and now, her task was to find the others.
((Hey, couldn't Jordan draw up some medicine for Lithos and Spencer?))
((yeah sure :D I'm sorry))"oh please, SOMEONE'S FLIRTING!! Now someone please help me up."
((Why would you be sorry?0_0.......I have to agree though. Spencer is a total flirt.))
If I can join you guys I will have to stop being a complete... and actually rp
((PARENTHASES!!!!!!!!!!!!!And...........*shrugs.* Not good with things like this....*points at anyone besides self* Ask them.))
((come on guys! ok if you do become part of this flock we'll need to see your name and stuff you filled out on the character page :) ))
J.D. wrote: "((PARENTHASES!!!!!!!!!!!!!And...........*shrugs.* Not good with things like this....*points at anyone besides self* Ask them.))"I hate using them though
((.....Can someone post for the RP now? It's no fun trying to tell Matt that IT'S A REQUIREMENT TO USE PARENTHISES WHEN TALKING IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!))
((AGREED!!! J.D. could you fly out of nowhere and help me up? haha cause i guess no one else is :p))
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"Lithos, do you think you'd manage being carried a little while away, so we can set up a camp?"
Jordan was dreading what came next. She knew it was going to have to happen, but she wasn't looking foreward to it. Cause, crash landing was not one of her favorite things to do. Nope, it follows right behind becoming a human pin cushin and being a lab rat. But when tring to fly with a girl that wieghed more than you do, crash landing is the best option. And so she tried as graciously as she could to fall down into the under-growth as smoothly as possible, which didn't help much at all, the two girls landed in a small clearing. "Uh....miss.....t-thank you for sa-saving me back their....." The girl said in a very faint, almost whisper like, way. Jordan gave her a slight nod, her energy drained of her. Then she heard a break of a twig, only a small snap, and her adrenilain started coming back. Erasers? No, there's a dragging noise coming too. Jordan lisned more carefully, her raptor-like sences kicking in. Some familiur voices came and wnt, thier voices being carried away by the wind. But it was enough. Lithos, Skye, and Spencer where here and not but a few yards away. "Lithos, Skye, Spencer, are you there?" She said a little louder than usual.
"ouch! Guys!! watch it that was a thorn bush! hey, did you hear that?" everyone fell silent. "It's Jordan!"
"Hey guy-" She saw Skye and Spencer dragging Lithos, who, of course, did not look very happy with the thorn bush chair she was on. "What the heck happened! I'm gone for, what, an hour or two, and you guys get all busted up!" Though Jordan was yelling at them, she couldn't help but let a small smirk leak from her mouth. And knowing what she needed to do, she gently grabbed the slightly banged up pen from the little pocket like thing she had made in her hospital shirt. She let out an exasperated sigh and said to the small group "Spencer, Lithos, lay down and take a small rest while I get to work. And, um Skye could you take care of my little friend? Somethin's buggin' her but I don't know what exctly...."She rolled her eyes at herself and went ot find something she could draw on to make some medications for Lithos and Spencer. Fun. Jordan thought glumly.
((hey! im joining this rp!!!:) ))
((hi there :) just to make sure, are you sure it wasn't flock 1a? i'd just like to make sure :) ))"umm, sure. But we don't have to sit down next to eachother right?" Lithos looked over at spencer. He annoyed the heck out of her, but could always make her smile.
"Sure, what the heck." Jordan replied back. Her head was pounding, feeling like it would burst at any given second. Jordan knew the consiqunces if she use her gift too much, and even then she was already at her wits end, the headache proof of that. But her friends were hurt and needed treatment. So, even if she was pushing her limits to they'er breaking points, she was going to draw up the biggest bag of supplies she could. She owed them that much. And to her luck, she found a small trash pile that seemed to have been abandoned long ago, making the water-logged and damp paper plate she found, fair game. She grabbed her bounty and walked back to the (crash and camp) site. "Found somethin that just might work. But it's gonna take a lot more effort to make this thing work....." She begain mumbling about the mathmatics and amount of brain power it was gonna take to make the plate a useable piece of 'equitment' as she began to clean off the surface of it. An odd feeling struck, almost like a deja voo moment, leaving her staring of into space, trying to remember this feeling of recongtion's reason for being there. Why was this familur? Jordan hadn't the slightest clue. Was the feeling from Before?
J.D. wrote: "((Why would you be sorry?0_0.......I have to agree though. Spencer is a total flirt.))"((That's the point!))
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((Uh, what are we gonna do with the kid? Unless someone wants to actually RP her, could we kinda, uh, kill her off? Because we can't drag around an 'imaginary' character, if that makes sense.))
((yeah that's true, but it'd be very sad. we could make her someone's sister, than kill her to make it worse :p if that doesn't sound mean haha)
((Let's drop her off at the police station. She was one of those kids that got kidnapped of the street and they never got to experimenting with her. Besides, maybe there's some reward money involved))With the dented pen in hand, Jordan begain drawing. It always seemed to amaze her how complicated her designs turned out to be but were so easy to sketch out.It didn't take long before her creation was done. It was a simple back-pack wih supplies over flowing out of it. Like they always say, better safe than sorry. Jordan was about to draw the last line when a small voice in the back of her head said "Don't do it! Just don't draw in that line!" But being Jordan and her habit of doing the exact opposite of what someone says, she drew in the finnal line. The picture dissappered of the paper plate, and almost directly after she heard something heavy fall down through the branches of some nearby trees, landing with a distinct thump . Then the dreaded sickness occured. Jordan felt the all-too-familur feeling of blood gushing through her nose, her body's tempture getting hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by. She layed down onto the cold and damp forest floor. "Skye, the bag feel over by the trees. Sorry I can't be much more of help but-" a hoarse fit of coughing interupted her, then she continued saying "I'm not any good to anyone in this condition. Sorry....." Another fit. Jordan felt awful. She knew she would over do it, and she did. Now she was going to miserable for who knows how long. Great, just great.
"Jordan, Jordan! Is that you? Are you ok?"
"I'm Fine, Lithos. Nothing to-" Another round of coughing, this time leaving a red blob on Jordans hand. "worry about." Jordan said, quiter now. She slowly got up and leaned against a nearby tree trunk, so she could keep an eye on Lithos and Spencer.
