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Post by lenala on May 3, 2008 17:00:24 GMT -5
She smiled, bringing out her cellular phone again. The silver phone would cost about a hundred now but back when she had gotten it, it had been the top technology. It was the special Razr with GPS location.
"Nice name, Kail," she said as she worked the phone.
"I live exactly three miles and twenty one yards away. We go North first," she said triumphantly. "I live in Hampton, the suburbs to be exact. Not a nice neighborhood sometimes, but it's affordable. My dad works in construction, so we don't really have that much dough to spread around. You know what I mean?" she asked with a wink.
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Dr. Hail Miller
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Those who cannot recall the past are condemned to repeat it.
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Post by Dr. Hail Miller on May 3, 2008 19:50:46 GMT -5
Voices danced on the edge if Hail's mind. He could hear them but no meaning was findable. The part-time whitecoat wasn't about to turn down the golden opportunity to get a look at some experiments. Besides, who else hung out here? He was out and about in places like this 24-7 and knew the area well. And if you knew the area as Hail knew it, down came the knowledge of experiment inhabitence.
He inhaled deeply- nervousness had always been a problem. At first glance he didn't recognize anything. But then the genius picked out several shapes, still calculating exactly what to do.
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Post by whitewolf on May 9, 2008 6:55:47 GMT -5
Kail just kinda listened to what the girl was going on about now, he really had no idea what dough she meant....he just had never heard the term before.
shifting slightly on the path he reached into the nook of one of the hollows in a large dying tree and pulled out a slightly worn blue grey backpack, his travel supplies lining it,"alright, lets go then, im was getting bored out of my mind in this place all alone really." he said moving to stand slightly behind and to the right of the girl, he had a perfect position to slip away into the shadows and bound off if need arose.
Which it might bery soon if what his damn senses kept yelling at him were right...
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Post by lenala on May 9, 2008 10:53:39 GMT -5
Ver stopped, hearing a branch snap from someone walking nearby. She shook her head, choosing it ignore it. Yet she still picked up her bag again and checked to see if her father's required mini-party-package was in there. Sure enough, there was the small pocket knife and pepper spray. She smiled and tucked it back into the small purse. The bulge that the pepper spray made was not visable from any point of view except directly down.
She frowned a little bit when he didn't get her obvious reference to money. She thought street talk was money = dough. But, then again, she had never been good at street talk.
"Well, let's start to walk," she suggested, smiling again. "I'm sure we should get there in about two hours or so, unless we run at points in the journey."
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Post by whitewolf on May 15, 2008 14:24:25 GMT -5
(((OYYY MILLER, YOUR Up!!!)))
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