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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 5, 2007 8:37:59 GMT -5
Cameron lowered his gun slightly and let Vincent bandage Christina. He watched and then aimed his gun once she was finished. “Now, step away!” He ordered firmly. It was a good thing he had called for ambulance, military and fire support. From the looks of it Christina was going to need an ambulance. “Put your hands on your head sir!” He commanded, moving forward a bit, checking Christina’s pulse
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 5, 2007 8:51:01 GMT -5
Vincent had already walked out of the building and ran then away, he had to live on the run once again. 'Why do these things happen to me?' Vincent thought for him self. As he ran he transformed into a Wolf so he could run faster.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 5, 2007 10:54:26 GMT -5
Thanks to Vincent, it was slowing the blood alot, however her pulse was fading. She wouldn't make it through the night without any help.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 5, 2007 20:39:42 GMT -5
Cameron watched as the man darted out of the room. For the moment he would let him escape, however there was something familiar about him. Cameorn knelt down and holstered his weapon. He picked Christina up in his arms and walked outside as the Emt and national guard arrived. They had been sent by the U.S. base about ten miles outside of Rome. They had a good response time. The medics came running to Cameron and took Christina, placing her into the ambulancea and began to pump blood into her. They didn't go anywhere for the time. Cameron watched from behind.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 5, 2007 20:44:07 GMT -5
(New thread)
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Post by Pete on Sept 11, 2007 21:38:38 GMT -5
Pete had been wandering around Rhome for awhile now, he wasnt eactly sure what he was doing there, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. While walking the streets he saw what appeared to be a bar, but upon closer inspection and a quick reference to his english/ittalian dictionary, it was in fact a night club. Pete was definitly interested considering he had never been to a night club before, in fact he had never been to a bar before either... there werent any in his home town in rural New York. Well there was that, and Pete was 15 years old. 16 in February. He walked up to the bouncer and look at him expectantly... it didnt work out as well as he had planned, so Pete slipped the bouncer a twenty. He found himself at the bar ten minutes later realizing that now he was alone in a night club in a foreign country with no money.... but he WAS in a night club, he made a mental note to tell his friends when he got back home. Whats a guy that cant drink and barely speaks the language to do in an Ittalian night club? Spacing out he looked around at the patrons... his eyes stopped at a table in the shadows. A man sat there by himself, slurping a Guiness, nothing out of the ordinary... except his golden yellow eyes.. there was something different about him...
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Post by Pete on Sept 11, 2007 21:39:43 GMT -5
OMG sorry guys... a little late with that one...
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