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posted by peacebaby7
11:47am

    The team stood up & stared at the TV in anger & started shouting things at the same time, like: “YOU KILLED SKIPPER!” or “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Blowhole just smiled even bigger, enjoying the pain he had caused them. With them still shouting, Blowhole just started laughing as he sat back to watch them yelling at him. The team realized they were just making a fool of themselves & stopped. “Oh, is the show over already?” Blowhole asked with a sarcastic sad tone to his voice. “What do you want!?” Kowalski blurted. Blowhole leaned in closer to the camera. “Well, I am disappointed to see you all…alive. So I am inviting you all down to my lair so I can finish you all off.” The team looked puzzled. “You do realize that we’re not going through with that invite…right?” Private asked. “I figured you’d want to pay me a visit and, oh I don’t know, try to get vengeance on me considering you think I killed Skipper.” Blowhole said. Kowalski took a step closer to the TV. “Oh, we will avenge Skipper’s dea—um, wait? What do you mean we think you killed Skipper?”
posted by Sylvia_Puffin
It was a brisk Friday afternoon in October.
Kitka Falcón trudged up the stairs to her new apartment, lugging her suitcase behind her. She was eager to see if there was anyone whom she might enjoy conversation with.
    Kitka brushed her golden blonde hair out of her abnormally sharp eyes as she reached her new home. She got out the key and opened the door, dumping her luggage right inside and sitting down across from it, exhausted from the long hike up the stairs. She really did want to meet some people, but first she desperately needed some rest. She took of her shoes and...
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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
I actually hate this chapter, but oh well. Here it is.
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“If you want some girl time, Marlene Oder lives in the apartment just down the hall, Carlotta Perky’s on the second story, Shelly Astaire’s across the hall from us, and I guess if it comes down to it—”
    “Hi, Kowalski,” someone said behind them.
    “—there’s always her,” Kowalski finished, turning around with Kitka.
    Behind them stood a young woman wearing a faded denim jacket,...
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posted by peacebaby7
11:53am

    Private straightened up. His expression had a mixture of hope & fear. Blowhole took a moment to scan the teams’ faces. He smiled. “Well, this morning, I was hoping you all would see me on the roof & come up to “rescue” me. But when Skipper came alone I had to change tactics. I had my helicopter come, we took Skipper down.” He explained it to them in a tone that you would use with a toddler. “If you all want to see Skipper again, you will find me in the next 48 hours.”

“But…we don’t know where you are!” Kowalski said. Blowhole slightly...
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added by knd-pom-sp
Source: me
posted by _Hans_
I have so little left now. So few things to hold dear, so little to call my own. Few happy memories. I am unsure of anything. Who I am, where I stand, where i belong. Will i be forced to scrape together a meager existence, or shall I follow his lead, join his cause and ruin everything?

Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that day as plainly as though it were yesterday.

I can remember what clothes I...
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posted by peacebaby7
    It all seemed to happen in a second. The alarms blazed, Blowhole jumped in shock, the bullet erupted from his gun, hitting the wall. He ordered the guards in the room to go see what was going on, Blowhole waited by the door. They waited; it didn’t take too long for the alarms to seize. Blowhole assumed the situation was under control. He walked back over to Skipper, stopped in front of him, and leaned down, inches from his face. “Now where were we?” He asked grinning.

    “I was about to kick your butt.”

    “Oh really?...
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posted by peacebaby7
Marlene cried out in pain. It'd been an hour since it began. He struck her again with the whip. Another cry of agony escaped her lips. Killer raised the whip again, but Blowhole entered and stopped him before he whipped her again. Marlene held back tears. She wouldn't dare let him see her cry. Not over her dead body. Blowhole walked around her...grinning like a madman. "Good work Killer. But unfortunately it's time we released her." He told him. He unlocked the chains on Marlene's wrists, causing her to fall to her knees. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and bleeding from the edges of...
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posted by peacebaby7
6:57am

    Marlene was still working to get her hands out of the ropes but continually failed. Then the door opened & two men walked in. One of them was Dr. Blowhole, but she didn’t know who the other one was…but he looked rough. Marlene was yelling at Blowhole through her gag. The two of them stopped in front of her. Blowhole rolled his eyes & nodded at the other man. The other man backhanded Marlene in the face as hard as he could. Marlene grunted in pain, and then looked back to Blowhole with hatred & anger in her eyes, her face smarting. Blowhole reached...
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posted by peacebaby7
6:48am

    Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the wall to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even more when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the wall a few feet from that on her right. She tried to move her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw next seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
posted by peacebaby7
Earlier That Morning…

1 Minute: 37 Seconds Until Detonation

    Marlene made it out of the building & was behind the police line in the crowd of people. Sounds of crying & panicking people filled her ears. She was now trying to find the team. She finally saw them talking in the crowd of people. She started running to them. When she got closer she noticed that Skipper wasn’t with them, which made her worry. Then all of the sudden the three of them started running to the police line. Marlene tried calling out to them, but it was hard to hear the closer to the police...
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posted by peacebaby7
12:02pm

    Kowalski & Rico were busy discussing how they were going to find Blowhole and Private was listening carefully. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door. Kowalski went over and answered it & saw Marlene standing at the door. “Oh my GOD!” Kowalski exclaimed. Marlene looked as though she had been tortured. She was bruised, & had a bad cut on her head. Her hair was in tangles & mats & here clothes were ripped. Kowalski caught her as she fell into his arms. Rico & Private went to go help Marlene in. She was limping, sweating, & her breathing was heavy. “What happened to you!?” Private asked as the three of them set her on their leather couch. But Marlene had passed out. “Kowalski! I thought she called you telling you she got home safely!” Private said. “She did! I don’t understand…I…I don’t understand…” Kowalski told them. Rico put a cold wet cloth to Marlene’s head. They couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened to Marlene.
added by Random-Partier
Source: Me! ..And Paint thing
I didn't walk into this to write some overly dramatic cliche " It was a dark and stormy night...." crap. This is serious business, here, and I'm not too sure I'm keen on sharing it.
I'm not sure what to feel anymore, but I can tell you one thing: Scars run deep. That's a given in this game. It's do or die, and I don't want to do either. Knowledge carries a high price, I've learned. Too much can be dangerous. Too little makes you expendable. In the game of Life, I'm sure we're all in agreement here, there should be cheat codes.

About a year ago, I moved to New York City and tried to change,...
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2001

"Do you, Amanda Claythorne, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Asked the preacher. "I do." Amanda said happily. The preacher smiled. "And do you, Hans Gruber, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Hans looked at his wife to be. "I do." He said in his Danish accent. "Then by the powers invested in me...I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." The preacher announced. Amanda and Hans shared a kiss, and their friends stood and clapped lightly.

3 Years Later...

Hans came running into the apartment, he was still wearing his military uniform, but it...
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