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Only Getting Started
#11
"Yeah, we can stop. You're stinkin' up the car anyways."
That was where Mauri had been driving them anyways. Hood could wait, if Rune wasn't at one hundred percent there was no point heading out; and judging by her twitchiness she'd been up way too long already. "You need to sleep. We'll find Hood tomorrow."


When Seth glanced back at the road, Mauri was already turning into the Atharim headquarters.

((Alrighty! We'll make a new thread and stuff. After finding out from Hood where the frick he is.))


Edited by Seth Marx, Feb 2 2014, 12:55 AM.
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#12
((okies, i'm gonna skip ahead then))

The next day, Rune was right as rain. Actually after four or five hours of sleep she was right as rain. Then she went and stood in the actual rain (of a shower) for a good ten steamy minutes and she was all bright and shiny again. Particularly her hair, her hair was brighter than ever.

She was putting the last dollops of pomade across her side-flipped rainbow hair when the buzz came through from Uncle Seth. She typed back that she'd be out in the van in a minute. One last check of herself in the mirror and she saw a tough girl (with awesome hair) in a white tank and a snug fitting, black bullet armor shirt underneath. She really liked the way it clung to her arms, because -- yep, one last flex -- it made her arms look super bulky.

She blew a kiss to herself in the mirror from glossy, hot pink lips and grabbed her kit. She was buttoning it up and checking the clips on her thigh-holster when she climbed in the van.

She shot uncle Seth a smirk, and lifted one arm up high. "Smell better?"


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