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Post by Simeon on May 12, 2007 19:12:01 GMT 1
Before moving any more, Simeon sank to the ground. Taking in deep rasping gasps of fresh air. Sweet Gaia, that felt wonderful! On is hands and knees, he looked up, trying to pierce the darkness, letting his senses reach out into the dark. Wondering what was ins tore next and wishing he dared a change, if only to heal
Smiling to himself, he gave himself a mental pat on the back for his self control. he was determined to not let whoever win.
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Post by Shehrazad on May 15, 2007 9:28:02 GMT 1
Determined not to shift, Simeon stretches his senses to try and get a glimpse of where he was and what was going on. Although he can't see or hear much in this form, he notices the smell of fresh air and a slight breeze coming from the left, meaning that there should be an exit there, somewhere.
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Post by Simeon on May 27, 2007 14:44:08 GMT 1
Gritting his teeth, he began to think. After all the last one had been a trap. So moving to his right first, he began to feel along the wall. Better safe than sorry, and better to make a complete circuit of the room. After all wasn't that age old adage,"fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on me' quite true?
Hopefully his instinct and 'guess' would prove to be right and not wrong.
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Post by Shehrazad on May 28, 2007 11:00:19 GMT 1
The same voice from before broke the silence as Simeon pushed forward. This time it sounded impatient.
"You have a lot of determination," it said coldly. "More than one would expect from a useless gypsie."
It stopped, allowing Simeon time to react, and then went on.
"I suggest we stop playing with one another. I have already seen some of what you can do; you will need all of your talents to get through the next room. I hope you don't disappoint me by being stubborn. I would hate to think of what would happen to your young friend if you don't make it."[/color]
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Post by Simeon on Jun 5, 2007 23:04:14 GMT 1
Her growled silently at the voice, and then smirked to himself. Whether or not they had Anna was irrelevant, after all, giving away any secrets was not something a you did. death was preferable. Wouldn't that surprise his mysterious 'host'.
Slowly he continued to work around the room, looking for an exit. the whole time taking grim satisafaction that his refusal to cooperate was making the 'voice' frustrated.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jun 16, 2007 11:02:51 GMT 1
It didn't take long for Simeon to suddenly realise he wasn't alone. Whoever it was, they were scentless and soundless, and in the darkened room Simeon could see nothing. But something told him he wasn't alone.
No sooner had he registered that feeling that he felt a bullet whiz past his ear. Another gun fired and this time he felt it graze his shoulder. They were shooting at him.[/color]
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Post by Simeon on Jun 24, 2007 14:48:53 GMT 1
"Ah fuck" he muttered as he dropped low and flat to the ground, not sure if even that would help. After all they more than likely had some sort of night vision. He wasn't sure why he could hear any thing, so he tried to figure out which directions the bullets had come from.
This was getting frustrating and he was quickly growing tired of the games.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jun 30, 2007 12:10:28 GMT 1
Although it helped him avoid the bullets for now, ducking wasn't much help on the long run. The shooters could see him, while the darkness caused them to be near invisible to him, but he could hear their footsteps approach, slowly and warily. They seemed to be expecting something. Simeon could hear them coming ever closer until they were almost on top of him, ready to shoot.[/color]
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Post by Simeon on Jul 21, 2007 16:42:39 GMT 1
He lay there quiet, keeping his breathing slow and regular and waited. hearing the footsteps he grinned. Let them get close, then he'd make his move. No slouch at fighting even in this form, he would take them on in this form.
When he was sure they were within range he lashed out with one foot, hoping to trip up one, while his hand snapped out, hoping to grab an ankle and trip up another one of his attackers
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Post by Shehrazad on Jul 24, 2007 11:56:13 GMT 1
((Welcome Back ) The men seemed to be a little taken aback by Simeon's behaviour. They suspected a trap of sorts, and held back.
"Shoot it!" the voice came over the radio. Simeon could barely hear it, but it told him that the men were almost on top of him by now. One of the cocked his gun just as Simeon lashed out with his foot. He cried out in pain and his gun went off. As if by cue, the others started shooting too, showering Simeon with a hail of bullets.
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Post by Simeon on Jul 28, 2007 15:28:47 GMT 1
((Ouchie)) Feeling his arm connect, Simeon gave a hard tug, even as the bullets began to fly. Pain lashed through him like fire. Finally he could take no more. The rage built up and exploded as with a feral growl he moved. Using rage he made the shift from Homid to full crinos in a fluid movement, using all his sense as he began to lash out blindly at though causing him pain. His only thought to tear them, and anything else in the room limb from limb. (rage to shift instantly...beyond that...he lost it )
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Post by Shehrazad on Jul 29, 2007 11:29:52 GMT 1
Simeon shifted and the world turned red. The bullet wounds closed up almost immediately. The shooters didn't seem to want to fight anymore. They screamed and ran, trying to get to the exit, but none of them could outrun the seven-foot beast that was now Simeon. With one leap he was upon them, tearing flesh from bone until each and every one of them was dead. The smell of blood and the screams seemed to aggravate his rage even further. The beast burst through the still sealed doors into a room with a glass pane. Then the glass was shattering as he threw himself through it, unaware of the shards that were cutting his fur. Not that it mattered, they healed almost at once.
"RESTRAIN IT! SHOOT IT!" the screams came from everywhere at once, but they were futile...
Simeon didn't know how much later it was that he found himself back in his human form, completely naked again and covered in blood. Somehow it had even managed to get into his hair. There was no sign of life around him. None of the bodies stirred, and the voice over the intercom had gone quiet.((Happy Rage Time ))
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Post by Simeon on Aug 1, 2007 2:41:12 GMT 1
with a groan, he stirred slightly, before slowly making his way to hands and knees and then to a kneeling position. Blinking he looked at the carnage about him, though he felt no real remorse, they had pushed and pushed til they got what they wanted, and they had reaped the reward of that act.
Wiping the bloodied hair from his face, he perused his surroundings, wondering if he had gotten them all, or if they would send more. After all they had finally gotten what they had wanted from him
((I am assuming I can see now?))
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Post by Shehrazad on Aug 7, 2007 15:19:05 GMT 1
There was no movement; none of the bodies stirred, and Simeon was forced to believe that they were all dead. He now stood in a wide well-lit room, with a large (now broken) glass pane where one of the walls should be. Through the shattered glass he can see the room from which he came. On the other side of the room there is a door. Although the cameras still seem to be functioning, there is no crackling voice over the intercom. Upon further inspection, Simeon finds it's because the speakers are offline.
You can see, you have also healed everything except the fire damage.
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Post by Simeon on Aug 11, 2007 15:21:25 GMT 1
He felt some regret at the fact he had lost control and killed them all, but then they had been trying to kill him. Or at least had given the intention of such an act. And, perhaps one of them might have had information, but if they had they took that to their grave.
Not sure what to o, but knowing the camera was still on him, he decided to do the obvious and head for the new door across the room, though he stayed alert as he approached the door. After all could be yet one more test or trap.
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