Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 16:29:51 GMT -5
"What's the sleep schedule here anyway?" Iska asked. "Ten seconds a night?"
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 16:32:43 GMT -5
"Nah we're pretty much all nocturnal and besides we don't have classes until wensday" Mac Tir explains to Iska
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Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 16:52:24 GMT -5
"Perfect." Iska said as he pulled out a mic and his guitar, then plugged them both into an amp, with the guitar in the distortion socket. "Ready to rock?" he said into the mic with his real voice, which was perfect for the song he had in mind.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 16:54:58 GMT -5
Sai was in the rafters and looked down with her ipod blasting in her ears. Emery was in their room. Mac Tir sat down at the alter converted in to a table and listened with a happy smile.
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Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 17:15:45 GMT -5
After playing a few notes, Iska started playing Waidmanns Heil by Rammstein. He took his shirt off, revealing his torso covered in grease, and lit himself on fire. His skin wasprotected from the flames by the grease, but it was still extremely hot.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 17:31:05 GMT -5
Mac Tir shook his head loving how crazy this new guy was.
Sai had fallen asleep on the rafters one arm hanging and her tail dangling off the edge of the beam.
Emer waas watching as he looked for her
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Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 17:36:22 GMT -5
Iska's eyes went wide halfway through the song as the last layer of grease melted away and he put the fire out right when he finished. Rather than red though, his skin was slightly tanned.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 17:40:36 GMT -5
"Well that sertenly was the best preformance we've had since Sai stopped singing." Mac Tir says," Thats one sexy chest you've got there" He comments.
Emery goes over "Hey I'm Emery have ether of you seen Sai? She needs her meds...or you know she goes on a sicodic rampage and we get punished..."
"The rafters but I think she's sleeping and you should know better by now then to wake her up" Mac tir says
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Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 18:00:32 GMT -5
"How does she stay up there?" Iska wondered.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 18:05:27 GMT -5
"She has wings like I do and so does emery. Most of us Experiments have them" Mac Tir explains spreading his ice like wings. "Sai is the most unstable of us but she is also the youngest being the 13th made."
Emery spred his big black and red demonic wings and the folded them again "I don't wanna wake her up she'll flip on me for it." Emery says
"She'll be up when the sun goes down...at dusk it's only twilight now let her sleep" Mac Tir says before smiling at Iska, "Sai's the rebelion leader ya know"
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Vexor
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Post by Vexor on Jun 8, 2012 18:17:23 GMT -5
"In the meantime... The party goes on 'til the break of dawn!" Iska said.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 8, 2012 18:50:53 GMT -5
" as it always does every friday" mac tir says trying not to laugh
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Post by Aaron on Jun 9, 2012 8:28:04 GMT -5
Reim and Lacie come over to Emery " Where s Sai? " Lacie asks then sees Iska " Oh Hello ".
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Prixal
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Post by Prixal on Jun 9, 2012 13:50:41 GMT -5
Paint laughed at the three boys who were cowering in the corner. “Well how about that?” He said. “Guess I get to have a friday night party of my own!”
“Please, c’mon Paint,” Pleaded one of the boys. “We won’t upset you, honest!”
“We get it this time!” Said another.
Demi tilted her head, now behind Paint already as he’d been stalking eerily toward the three boys pressed up against the cell door. “Is Paint your real name?”
Paint stopped and turned around. “S’cuse me?” He said as his eyes brightened, looking a little kinder than his dark stare he’d been terrifying the other three with. He seemed nice enough, she thought, and boy did he know how to play a crowd! She liked that.
“I mean why do they call you Paint?” She asked. “That isn’t really your name, is it?”
The show he was putting on suggested that he thought Demi was a stupid newbie, and he was going to be patient with her only this one time. He smiled, some darkness coming back to his eyes as he moved closer to her. “They call me Paint,” He said, “because whenever someone PISSES me off,” He gestured with his hands in such a perfect dramatic way that even Demi got a chill. “I like to paint the walls of my cell red with the Nine leaders of their blood. All over the place.” He took his two fingers and ran them slowly down her cheek.
Demi was starstruck. “Incredible…” She said, completely entertained by his perfect use of drama and subtleties.
“Thats not why!” The smallest of the three boys cut in. He was about an inch taller than Demi. “They call you Paint because your real name’s-“
Paint’s hand jumped up immediately in the form of a stop sign and the boy shot up in the air, flying over both Paint and Demi’s heads and landing back first into the back cell door that led to the private yard. “SHUTTUP!” He hollered, his eyes following the boy as he fell. His eyes were glowing fluorescent green and his movements were fast, but his expression was only annoyed, not enraged like Demi would have expected from a show like that. The threatening thing was the eyes. The eyes glowered like snakes piercing through both of your own so frighteningly that you can’t contain yourself, he was so beautiful, she observed, and yet the eyes had been so deadly.
He calmed down, eyes returning to their mossy green state. “Anyone else wanna remind me of how stupid my pothead parents were?” He said as he straightened his composure again.
“Ok, ok,” She said, leaning against the wall sleepily. “I’ll just assume you’re good at basketball or something and thats why.” She loved the music coming from over in building 10, and she wasn't in the mood for anyone else to be slammed telekinetically.
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Post by Eiva on Jun 9, 2012 15:20:50 GMT -5
" the rafters where else...she needed a nap" Emery says
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