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Post by The Broken Gears on Apr 18, 2010 13:24:37 GMT -6
Aletha rushed over, always keeping her hearing open as she looked down over his shoulder at what he had picked up. But it wasn't Bethany Love's profile, but rather a report of just how bad the woman had gotten. All of the doctors had been warned to be careful around the woman, but they had obviously done something wrong, because from the murder scene picture that was clipped to the folder that showed mangled and dissembled bodies, she used her brute strength without fear, and she had something different then everyone else Indi had made. "That's not the profile folder, but we should take it anyway," Aletha gagged.
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Post by Angel Reon on Apr 18, 2010 18:43:17 GMT -6
"What do you mean?" Angel asked but was suddenly cut off by the sounds of someone running down the hallway. The white haired cyborg froze and stared at the closed door that was all that was between them and whatever was running down the hallway. Angel's eye slid back to Aletha, and he nodded as if unsure what to do.
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Post by The Broken Gears on Apr 21, 2010 20:50:02 GMT -6
Aletha grabbed the file from Angel's hands and closed the drawer as the door slid open. She pulled him down and behind the island of drawers that rested in the center of the room as the door banged open. Men rushed in and started to search, for which, as quietly as possible, she pulled Angel up with her, and they climbed onto of the filing cabinet rows, trying to be as quiet as possible. She'd have to continue her search once they had left. She started to crawl very quietly towards the door, her hand still in Angel's.
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Post by Angel Reon on Apr 22, 2010 5:34:31 GMT -6
Angel moved carefully along the floor still keeping his eye on the things in the room trying to discern any movement that could be seen. However, suddenly the white haired man felt the sudden reaction that always plagued him right before IT happened. Seizing his head, the white haired man began to feel the room tighten around him. A strange charge began to run through his skin, and Angel flinched. "No..." he breathed recoiling away from Aletha afraid that the charges might somehow affect her as well.
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Post by The Broken Gears on Apr 23, 2010 18:00:04 GMT -6
Aletha whirled around as Angel wrenched his hand away from her own and his word, her eyes wide. She had been around when the first charges had rushed through his body, and had alarmed everyone that knew him, except for Indifference Indigo of course. She had seen other mechanicals touch him during the random charged-fits, and have their systems wrecked, but none seemed to be as strong as her own, so she wasn't as worried as she should of been. She heard the quiet scuffing of shoes, and before she would think twice about it, she grabbed Angel's hand with hers, and with the other hand cupped the side of his face and brought his lips against hers.
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Post by Angel Reon on Apr 24, 2010 6:07:47 GMT -6
Angel's sudden surprise at Aletha's actions nearly froze the angelic cyborg. All at one, the charges seemed to meet some kind of barrier of some sorts and die off completely, and the white haired boy was left with a sudden extreme blush frozen on his face. After another moment, he broke away turning even redder than before. The footsteps were still echoing, and suddenly, Angel seized Aletha's hand and started moving towards a differed hallway. They had to get out and fast. That was the only thing that Angel allowed himself to think as the other thoughts tried to break lose in his mind.
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