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Post by Malory "Spark" Spaeth on Feb 20, 2010 14:38:37 GMT -5
Spark approached the church and wrapped her small, delicate hand around the large, dull copper knob. The entire front of the church was hidden in the mass of empty buildings.
She pushed her weight on the door, making it creak loudly as she opened it. Light poured through the door like a waterfall, filling the musty hall with fresh air.
Spark opened the door wide enough, holding it opened for the partially injured runner that was behind her, motioning for him to get in quickly. As soon as he stepped into the church, she entered too and closed the door quickly, the church darkened as fast as it lit up before. She paced down the isle up the the dark stained door and knocked on it.
An old man, Priest Richard, opened up the door, and when he saw Spark, he smiled a small smile.
"Hi there Mally!" He said happily, patting her head gently.
"Hello Priest Richard, I have someone that needs help, do you mind if we stay here for a while?" She asked, her voice warmed up when she spoke to him.
The priest nodded and smiled again. "Of course!" He looked over Sparks shoulder and looked at the runner, who had taken a seat on one of the pews. He looked at Spark again. "I haven't seen you here since the funeral, how have you been?"
"Just fine, busy with work and such. But I will let you get back, I need to get back soon, okay?" She explained to the old man. He nodded, told her goodbye and closed his door.
Spark walked back to the runner and sat next to him. She opened her pack and took out a small wrap, and unraveled it. "You can use this for your leg," She handed it to him. "It would be best if you used it, you can still run, but this would prevent it from getting worse."
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Feb 21, 2010 14:34:35 GMT -5
Shadow hobbled over to one of the pews and sat down quietly as he looked around at the church. It had gotten worse since he had last been here, a few of the windows had been smashed and there was graffitti covering the walls that the plaster was falling off of revealing the worn brick and wood.
He watched as Spark began talking with the Preist before coming over to him and handing him bandages as she sat down. "Thanks." He muttered as he began wrapping the bandages just tightly enough around his ankle to help with the healing process. "So how long will I have to stay here?"
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Post by Malory "Spark" Spaeth on Feb 21, 2010 16:37:27 GMT -5
Spark shuffled in her seat, "Not very long, a few hours maybe, then you can start running again as long as you don't over due it. But it'll take a few days to heal completely. Luckily, the human body can take a lot of stress until it actually breaks, and moving around a bit might help it heal, getting the oxygen filled blood to your foot..."
She grabbed her bag and took out two energy bars, casually handing one over the the other runner. "Back at the subway, how did you get into that mess?"
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Feb 22, 2010 14:30:19 GMT -5
Shadow chuckled and took a bite out of the energy bar. "It seems I'm something of a celebrity. I recently got myself on the news and those two blues ended up seeing the report and put two and two together when I ran into them." He shrugged as he leaned back in the pew and swung his feet up ontop of the pew infront of them. "So why did you get me out of that mess?"
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Post by Malory "Spark" Spaeth on Feb 22, 2010 21:17:43 GMT -5
Spark huffed and blew her orange/red bangs out of her eyes. "Because... my brother told me to. He said never to leave a runner behind if there is anything you can do. He said that it didn't matter what team they were on, as long as they are runners, they all have the same goal," She explained, rather coldly, a hint of ice on the tip of her tongue. She didn't like talking about her brother much.
"Even so, you did look pitiful back there, not helping you would've been cruel," she added, finishing off the bar.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 18:31:17 GMT -5
Shadow looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly. He was curious about her and this brother of hers but he decided not to pry, it was obviously a touchy subject. "Sounds like he was a good guy." He muttered, not really knowing what else to say, before taking a bite out of his bar. "Pitiful eh? You make it sound like I was a kicked puppy or something..." He chuckled slightly as he brushed away some of his hair from his face.
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Post by Malory "Spark" Spaeth on Mar 3, 2010 23:34:51 GMT -5
Spark smirked too, the corner of her lip curled slightly. "That is because you were one," She said. Then she turned to him. "That girl, the Asian cop, the one with the doves. You knew her?"
(ah, sorry for the halfassed comment!)
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Mar 4, 2010 13:29:53 GMT -5
(lol no problem.)
Shadow forced himself not to choke as he began shoving the bar down his throat trying to give himself some time to avoid the question. "Well I knew her a while back in High School. I wouldn't have recognised her if she hadn't shown that tattoo." He muttered and a sad look passed over his face but it was gone as quickly as it had come. "Not that any of that matters now eh? She'd rather pop a cap in my ass than talk about the old days."
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Post by Artemis "Spirit" Jacobs on Apr 11, 2010 12:49:38 GMT -5
((Mind if I cut in?))
Unbeknown to the pair, Spirit had slipped in the door behind them, shutting it silently and disappearing into the shadows of the balcony. With her pants an offending shade of florescent white and her red hoodie tipped over her eyes she was hardly inconspicuous; with feline stealth, however, she passed unnoticed into the stairwell and climbed to the second row of seating.
Spirit had been dealing with her own business when, out of the blue, sirens shrieked through the city and a copter began a mad dash across the skies. Common sense had told her to get out of sight and let the matter alone; when making a verbal check of her allies, however, one of them didn't respond.
Cursing Shadow quietly, the Red Leader did what was her duty; in the shadow of the copter she took the back roads to catch up. It wasn't her job to babysit every runner- she had hoped her selections had proved to be able to fend for themselves- but it was best that she knew the status of each one. If she could lend a hand, great, if not- well, at least she would know where they are.
As it were, however, upon her arrival on the scene, Shadow had found himself a partner in crime, who was helping him out of his current predicament. She was a girl Spirit had never seen before, for certain; the Red Leader would have most certainly recognized her head of fiery hair. She bore no marks of a rival gang, and so Spirit tracked them back here, intent on finding out more about this girl.
It wasn't her place to intrude; instead, she reclined one of the pews and crossed her legs on the back of the pew in front of her, waiting to be noticed and addressed. She did not expect that to take very long.
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Post by Malory "Spark" Spaeth on May 2, 2010 13:32:23 GMT -5
Spark noticed when someone entered the church, and went on an alert when it was one she didn't recognize. She had been going to this church faithfully for as long as she could remember, she knew all of the regular goers. She didn't recognize the face, but due to the way the intruder was dressed, and the way she was looking at them, it had to be a runner, someone superior.
She cracked her knuckles, an old habit. Then she turned to the newcomer, and made eye contact, which was probably a mistake. Her brother told her not to ever make eye contact without reason, that could be dangerous.
She broke the gaze, tugged at the sleeve of the other runner sitting next to her. "Friend of yours?"
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on May 3, 2010 16:06:21 GMT -5
Shadow looked up from his reminising and blinked when he saw the familiar red hoody and sleek form covered by it. "Ah crap." He muttered and licked his suddenly dry lips before letting off a nervous chuckle. "Uh well, not really a friend, more of... an angry boss who's probably gonna kick my ass."
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