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Post by Namir Black on Oct 21, 2007 19:25:49 GMT -5
The streets were filled with women and children with big pregnant shopping bags, shouting at each other in loud Spanish as they passed. Namir caught snip its of conversations as she moved along the aisles of fruit stands, the town floosey was fooling around with the ministers son it seemed, and everyone was talking about it. She moved along the aisles, picking up fruit and slipping a few into the vacant pockets of her cargo pants, and sauntered off slyly. Namir flipped out one of the butterfly knives from her pocket and began peeling one of the big green apples she'd taken, making little spirals with the skin she peeled off. Taking a bite, she tossed the apple in her hand toying with it, and looking for something to do. Suddenly, the chatter and buzz of the market place was in uproar, people scattering, she could feel the fear radiate off of them. Someone in the midst of the crowd was screaming bloody murder, Namir peered through all of the people that ran past her, pushing against her shoulders roughly, someone had a knife and was holding the minister's son hostage.
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Post by Chrisopher Ward on Oct 23, 2007 13:08:38 GMT -5
Christopher walked along the rooftop looking at the market place, lightly hopping from ledge to ledge. His black tank top was soaked sweat, he crouched and surveyed the crowd. "Why is it always hotter on the roof?" He muttered. Because there is no shade He answered himself. The people bustled around shopping. Bored he sat on the edge, legs hanging off. Suddenly people started swarming away from an area. Gun? he thought. Chris peered down, a man held a boy with a knife to her throat. "No.. knife." He let out a sigh, "I've always wanted to be a hero. He stood up, ran across a roof, leaped off grabbed a light pole and slid to the base. He sprang up and shoved his way through the crowd,
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