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another-phace.livejournal.com

Duck, roll, armed hand striking right, left, then finish up with a kick to keep the body from falling on you. James knew this simulation by heart.

Three enemies coming from the back, roll to the side, knife throught one chest, grab the gun, take out the other two, then get ready because the tank grunt's coming. He turned, wiped the sweat out of his eyes, then launched himself forward, beheading the bazooka carrier before he'd even aimed his weapon properly.

Simulation complete, cue the room returning to the silver training platform, the glass dome appearing above, full of young recruits staring in aw. James didn't even look at them as the door opened and a soldier tossed him a towel. He started to mop off his face, sticking the knife in its sheath on his black cargo pants, looking forward to getting out of his boots and changing the wifebeater he wore, which was soaked with sweat.

Walking through he wiped his face, glowering. "We gotta get somethin' new in that simulation level, everything's outta date," he said, lowering the towel just as he walked straight into a table. Caught by surprise he grunted, then stopped and looked down. This wasn't the base.

Slowly he lowered the towel and looked around. A civilian establishment, and not a simulation. Too many scents. James frowned and looked around, testing the air to figure out what was going on.

Current Mood: hot

mara-river.livejournal.com

Mara closed her eyes as she finished packing the backpack where she'd put hers, Logan's, and Lily's clothing and a few personal possesions, quickly putting it on and then picking up her little boy, stroking his hair and then kissing his forehead, unable to stop crying as she gathered Lily to her as well.

Making sure each child had their blanket and favorite stuffed animal Mara turned and walked through a doorway, closing her eyes and appearing in the cantina.

It was early in the morning when she arrived, blinking and looking around helplessly.

"Logan? Dog?" she called, desperation welling in her voice.

Current Mood: distressed

redshield.livejournal.com

A short woman with red hair steps into the cantina, calmly. She turns to the left, looking automatically for the Sign, and freezes. This isn't the Nexus.

She turns around, looking back at the door she's just come through. It's... not leading to her house anymore. Figures. Good thing she's taken a PINPoint from the Nexus.

She's still pretty calm, glancing around this interesting new place. Oh, look, food! She steps forward, taking a seat at the bar, and wondering if she still needs to ask a question... it's worth a try.

"What kind of money do you take here?"

movienotbook.livejournal.com

A young looking wolf wearily wandered into the Cantina, he was so tired. He hoped the rumors he'd heard was right. He hoped that he could find some where to sleep. Once firmly in the Cantina he suddenly changed back into his human form in a flash of white blue light. "Oh" he said "That was odd" he smiled "Um, hey, so huh" he blushed.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: Cantina
Current Music: James Marsden - Witchcraft

not-tied-down.livejournal.com

Pucca ran in to the cafe, heading directly for the kitchen before pauseing surprised this was not her town. She looked briefly confused before shrugging. And going to the counter, she picked up a menu and pointed at the noodles.

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((note to self: concurrent with this, this, and this thread in

the_other_rock))

There was a swish and a slight flash, and then Albus was standing near the bar with Fawkes on his shoulder and a young woman at his side. He blinked as always at the sudden change in scenery, then looked around with a smile to see if he could see anyone that he recognized before turning to Victor. "How do you feel, my dear?"

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: cantina
Current Music: Bon Jovi 'Livin' on Prayer'

another-phace.livejournal.com

Tiji stumbled through the doors of the cantina, her eyes hollow and black, her breathing labored and face tear streaked.

Her knees hit the floor, but she didn't feel it as the war in her heart raged madly and energy crackled around her.

She trembled, her cloak falling around her beaten and scraped frame, her lightsaber, blasters, and armor nowhere to be seen. Her tunic had several long gashes and what looked like lightsaber cuts echoing form underneath them, but were soon hidden as the girl curled into a ball, forehead touching the cool floor.

Sobs shook her, but nothing but her struggling gasps for air truly escaped her as she battled her own dark intentions.

"Tiji," her father came into the room behind her, panicked and angry as he beant by her. "Tiji, look at me!"

Her head raised, the veins in her face dark and her eyes glowing with emptiness.

"Get... away," she spat, voice echoing as she force shoved him clear across the room. He hit the wall with a thud.

logan-the-daddy.livejournal.com

The Warlord stalked down the halls, barking out orders as he kepts everyone in his path scurrying. Servants rushed to bring his wife and child everything they could want or need, while guards stalked the hallways and two of the Warlord's most trusted guard stood outside the doorway of his bedchamber.

Inside the young Commander Cyclops kept direct watch over Warlady and soon to be Warchild, while the lord himself went about seeing to the arms and army.

Nearly done the Warlord blinked, then scattered the remaining few about him before going down a seperate hall, intent on finding the only Commander with a baby to debrief and interrogate him.

He startled and snarled as he suddenly found himself somewhere strang and new, then spun, eyes lighting for the briefest of seconds as he searched the place with eyes and nose.

"Lynn?"

my-mystery.livejournal.com

Stephanie was somewhere new.

Where, she didn't know. Nor why. But she'd finished. She'd reconstructed and buried every last man, woman, and child. And now she just sat, eye empty, heart still. She didn't know where her friends where, she didn't know who was near her, or that somebody had put a warm blanket around her. She couldn't feel it, and couldn't see anything but the dead, black plains of the world she'd been taken from.

under16s.livejournal.com

Jack grinned sneaking into the catina a bottle of rum hidden about his person as he headed for his room. He was, as common for him, Caked in mud and grime and leaving little muddy footprints. He smiled hoping that the label on the rum bottle that said 'Coca--cola' would work as a disguise.

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