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Post by shade on Jun 6, 2005 16:16:58 GMT -5
I walked in, not knowing where I was or what I could do to get out of this confusing place.
I had just arrived in this foreign city, fleeing from the terror that pursued me always in my native country. This place was my only hope of help to escape the persecution of my fellow people, misled by the dictator that had seized control of my country. Just because I was different, I was a witch and had powers that could control my world in a way whic no one had ever dreamt of in my country, just because of this, I wa regarded as a threat to my people, even though I had secretly protected them from unknown horrors. There is detail that I have left out, and I have never revealed this side of my past before, but some memories are too painful to drag up out of the swamps of my mind.
I sat down at the bar, not knowing what to do next. Goddess, please let someone come and talk to me, I pleaded in my head.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 7, 2005 4:23:34 GMT -5
Lone girl, scared look, not a good combo. Especially at the moment.
"You look troubled," i said, using my best Kwai Chang Kane voice. "Do you need help?"
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Post by shade on Jun 7, 2005 10:16:28 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, erm.. I'm new here. Where is this place? I'm a stranger to these parts."
I had been surprised out of my thoughts by the stranger who walked up to me. I tried to stay calm, but I've never been confident, and this new place really confused me. It was completely different from my 'home' country, the way my country should have been. I felt uncomfortable in this heavy atmosphere. I waited for the stranger to speak.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 7, 2005 12:16:44 GMT -5
(((*Dances*)))
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Post by squade on Jun 7, 2005 15:54:36 GMT -5
*warningly* Jessy!
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 8, 2005 19:10:57 GMT -5
Didn't know where she was? Kinda hard to miss teh big ol' 'welcome to LA' signs. Unless she 'ported.
"Los Angeles, America," I said with a smile. "More specifically, the Spot. A local hangout for pre teens, teens, post teens and undesirables. I'm Doc."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 9, 2005 0:50:13 GMT -5
"He's an undesirable," I added, coming up behind him and ducking the swipe. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to be friendly.
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Post by shade on Jun 9, 2005 14:16:31 GMT -5
'I saw the 'Welcome to LA' signs, but I never knew what they meant. That was going to be my next question.'
I laughed as I saw my acquaintance Doc and his friend fighting.
'My name's..a litltle unusual. Where I come from, they call me Shade.'
As an afterthought I added,
'And what's with the voice, Doc?'
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 9, 2005 20:41:42 GMT -5
I chyuckled. "My best sotthing voice," I said, returning to my usual Aussie accent. "I thought I might as well try it. since you seemed a little...on edge. You running from someone, Shade? 'Cause if you are...well, we help people like that."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 10, 2005 0:51:06 GMT -5
" Dad! You'rwe making it sound like a top organisation," I muttered.
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Post by shade on Jun 10, 2005 15:28:27 GMT -5
"I was running from people. But I'm not any more. That's how I ended up here, being chased from my own land for being-a little on the occult side. So, Doc, you're the dad of-"
"Jessy", the girl interjected.
"Right. Jessy. Nice name! Anyway, I was running from people but I've escaped from them, and now I'm hopefully safe here, and ths is where I'm staying, if that's all right with you."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 10, 2005 20:18:52 GMT -5
"No problems here," I said. "So, occult side, huh? Shifter, werewolf, witch...?
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 11, 2005 2:36:26 GMT -5
I closed my eyes. "Shifter, I think. Im never sure with these alternate dimension types."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 11, 2005 2:37:57 GMT -5
"Oh, another one of those cases," i said. "We realy need to put a toll booth in."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 11, 2005 2:43:48 GMT -5
I whacked him playfully, sliding into a bar stool with a grin. "How are you feeling?"
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