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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 6, 2004 3:08:41 GMT -5
Mrs. Parker smiled and patted Jason's shoulder "Thanks." Then she breezed out of the room, Kissed Peter passionately on the way out, eyed the new comers for a moment...
Glared at Racheal "Behave and take your pills"
And she was gone.
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Racheal sighed. Busted...she hated pills...
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 6, 2004 3:15:25 GMT -5
With her gone Jason dug into the plate, pulling in the food in a half starved manner. Finishing it off he set the plate in the sink and helped himself to a soda from the fridge. Then he went to Racheal's room to wait for her.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 6, 2004 3:23:23 GMT -5
Tom Cat, mask back on, watched Mrs. Parker leave the house. "Whoa," he said quietly. Mr. Parker growled at him, and Tom Cat scurried ((he he)) up to Rachel's room, not a hard guess.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 6, 2004 3:28:57 GMT -5
Racheal shook her head and then glanced at Sparky "You can come up if it suits you" she said, ten poked the bush "You too bush thing." she felt a little silly talking to a shrub, but Jason said somethingw as there...
Then she looked back at her dad "I know, pills right?"
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 6, 2004 3:36:35 GMT -5
"Hey." Jason said when Tom Cat arrived in the room. Jason was sitting on the bed feeling over a cover to a book he had pulled off of Racheal's shelf. "So, who are you? I mean besides 'Tom Cat' and 'Peter Hardy'? Why are you here?" His tone was very casual, as were his movements but underneath there was a certain edge. Something in him didn't trust the boy, at all.
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"That's okay...oops." The bush replied then gulped. "Rustle rustle..."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 6, 2004 3:40:29 GMT -5
Peter took a deep breath and began. "Well ever since i was little i knew i had special powers. extra strenght, durablity, agility, CLAWS. i figured I was a mutant until my birth mother called me out of the blue one day, not long after I moved here and explained to me about her and the syrum her father had taken and had given to her. it was passed on genetically to me. she said I was named after the love of her life, not my father whom she still hasnt identified. she also said my father had a saying. 'With Great power, comes great responsiblity'. I liked it so much i made it my creedo. what about you? whats your story?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 6, 2004 3:43:44 GMT -5
Raceal was about to trudge inside past her dad and take he pills when the bush answered her. She smiled "score one for the blind boy!"
She jumped off the porch and stuck her head in teh bushes "Hello bush thing! I"m Racheal Parker, nice to meet you"
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 6, 2004 3:49:40 GMT -5
Jason listened carefully to the boys tone and words, measuring if he was telling the truth. He was startled, but did not show it when he mentioned the all to familiar motto. Setting the book down he stood up, "I'm her friend," he answered, "Excuse me." Picking up his cane he began to tap his way out of the room.
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"EEK!" The figure inside the bush exclaimed, flinching back. "Oh...hello. Greetings, salutations, howdy and hola!" he raised a hand, which was more like a blue paw and smiled uneasily.
The figure was a slight bit smaller than Racheal, but perhaps built a bit more with brown eyes and most noticably blue fur. In addition to this he also closely resembled a dog, floppy ears and face close to a large Terrier's.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 6, 2004 3:53:23 GMT -5
((Why oh why does everyone think I mean them harm?! Flogging...pshaw...unless you're asking Zoken? )) Racheal eyed the bush thing up and down "Well, guess you're blue thing now. Come on in, everyone else is." She then straighteend up and walked into ethe kitchen to take her pills before hse forgot.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 6, 2004 4:17:27 GMT -5
Racheals room is rather large, and the theme is undefined. She has posters that range from New York Super Hero Teams to Grateful Dead.
Her bed is piled with blankets and a pillow or two, worn and comfy. SHe has clean clothes in piles rather than in a dresser. There is a nearly broken book shelf stuffed full of books. A dressing table and dresser that try to bring a bit of girlishnes to the room and fail...there is set of weights on top of the dresser itself.
And pertinent to your character...Painted above the door..."With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" followed by the spider symbol.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 6, 2004 7:15:06 GMT -5
Peter looked around the room and decided one thing very quickly; he was chasing the wrong sister. the more he interacted with Rachel, even indirectly (IE: through seeing her room.) the more he realized how amazing and spectacular she was (note the punny adjectives). then he turned around and saw the quote over the door, and nearly jumped out of his skin. he simply stared wide eyed at it till someone came through the door.
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 6, 2004 13:46:34 GMT -5
Jason stopped his tapping once in the hallway and proceeded silently on to the kitchen. Finding Racheal there downing her medice he stepped up behind her. "Racheal, I think there may be a problem."
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The blue figure tentavily followed Racheal into the house but in his curious looking was left alone in the main room while she proceeded to the kitchen. Looking around he slowly wandered into a room where a boy was sitting gaping on the bed.
Turning around he looked to see what the boy was staring at and stared as well. Finally he nodded, "The sole advantage of power is that you can do more good, Baltasar Gracian 1647. What's up?" He smiled a happy dog's smile and then began to look elsewhere around the room.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 6, 2004 14:25:40 GMT -5
Doom or "Sparky" as he ahd been annoyingly nicknamed, followed the group into her room, eyes locked on the blue figure. Frowning, he asked in it's direction, "What's your name?"
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 6, 2004 15:44:32 GMT -5
He had been studying one of Rachael's posters, obviously looking for someone when he caught site of the other. Staring he nearly jumped when the thick voice addressed him. "Hi! I'm sorry, I guess I kinda forgot, um...hi I'm William Blake Alfred Tennyson Robert McCoy. But I like Blake." he grinned and held his hand out, "How about you?"
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 6, 2004 15:48:44 GMT -5
"Victor Drail." the dictator replied, taking the young boy's hand and shaking it lightly. Legally, his name was Doom, but it had creeped a few people here in America out. He saved it for his time in armor. "Are you related to Henry McCoy...wait, that's an obvious question. Nevermind."
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