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A damaged what what? Hello, you're speaking to Liam C here. Not Liam H. Elaborate please

I've been having the problems since i posted the original post. And at the moment I am unable to sign into MSN, and when I go to hte help page, it proclaims that the service is experiencing minor difficulties...

Liam was silent, until there was a solid knock at the door. Liam turned back to Jaudiar, only to find she had vanished already. The door opened slowly and two of the bodyguards came in, both took him by the arms and led him outside. Liam deadpanned his face, but couldn?t help stop a nervous twitch when he saw a crucifix style rack he was going to be strapped to. It looked ugly, blood had stained the wood a murky brown and fingernail marks were obvious. Rae stood with Pizaro, stockwhip and cat ?o nine tails in hand. Liam winced and was forced onto the rack, hands and feet manacled to metal hooks on it. Liam heard the swish and felt a fire race across his back. A gasp followed by a scream burst from his lips. Pizaro walked around the rack to Liam?s face, gluttonous grin curling his moustache. ?So?Liam, how does it feel? Pain persuasive enough to tell us your secrets?? Pizaro paused for Liam?s nonexistent reply. ?No? Fine. Guard, give our patient here some of the solution.? Liam tried to force his head round to see what was going to happen, but it was held fast by an iron brace. ?Sorry buddy,? a voice whispered to his ear. ?But this is sure going to leave a mark in the morning.? There was a sound of a lid being screwed off a plastic bottle. Citric acid, Vinegar and dilute hydrochloric acid in a salt-based solution was poured over cotton balls, then applied to the fresh wounds on his back. Rae, now Jenna laughed uproariously. ?Now remember girls, we want him to feel every whip, give time between each blow, else the first will dull the pain of the last.? Liam?s fingers dug deep gouges into the wood, sweat formed over his face and he heard the swish of the second stroke, and felt the cat o? nine lay a lattice on his back. More swabs were laid on, Pizaro came around to Liam?s face, obviously enjoying toying with the mere mortal that he had now in his clutches. He leant to Liam?s face. ?This is for every one of my men that you killed yesterday, all were noble men. You killed father?s, brothers, sons, and even daughters and sisters!? Colour was rising in Pizaro?s face. ?For that my friend, you will suffer. Your knowledge I do not need, but your suffering is amusing to me.? Pizaro stepped back and placed a hand on his daughter?s shoulder. Rae resisted the urge to shy away. ?Daughter.? Pizaro said. ?Thrash him until he is unconscious; continue the process in the morning until you have completely broken his spirit. Then, and only then, administer the sodium pentothal.? Pizaro turned and left, one of the bodyguards trailing behind him. The other two stayed behind while Rae raised the stock whip and brought it crashing down on Liam?s back once more. Liam slumped slightly on the wood, blood sweat and tears now merging to stain his own section of the wood to a dull, red rouge. His hair was now in sweaty dreadlocks and the back of his shirt was in bloody tatters. Sealed wounds from the day before began flowing again. Rae ordered Liam to be taken off. A bodyguard looked at her quizzically, ?Miss, he is not yet unconscious?? The Jenna inside grinned and picked up the white plastic bottle. ?He will be.? Liam managed to utter, ?*****?? Before Rae emptied the contents on his wounds. Liam shuddered uncontrollably and fell to the ground in pain, blacking out as his body shut down for repairs. The two bodyguards nodded their respects to the Jenna they knew before dragging Liam back to his cell. Rae cast the empty bottle to the ground and drew a revolver Pizaro had provided, peppering the opaque plastic with holes.

No, I havn't had any problems with the computer, just the same old I'm-going-to-get-slower-faster-because-microsoft-said-so problems associated with the OS.

Well I did the ultimate evil and managed to resurrect my old MSN account of doom (shocked awed sounds all round) and I followed Shinobi's advice by saving the contact list and importing it to my current account. Sadly I'm now still missing around 13 people -.- ~~~~ As for the email virus idea, no I haven't downloaded anything other than assignments of my own that I've emailed to myself while at school. But one of the sus emails that had my email address had a junkload of downloads in the form of 'pdf' files. Naturally I didn't download them. ~~~~ Virus scan? Bah, I'm not going through that again. Last time we did a virus scan, it took four bloody hours and it was only three quarters done. Besides, I don't believe it's a virus. I have the sneaking suspicion that the 3-4 year old Windows 98 OS we have is messing up again. [i]Stupid microsoft and their decompositioning operating systems[/i] ~~~~~ Want my address? It's in my profile.

After about two years of having MSN, it has really messed up on me, either that, or I've had a hacker. Perish the thought. Recently I've been recieveing emails from numourous hotmail accounts with the exact same email address as my own. Freaky. So naturally I deleted them, believing them to be some great form of evil junkmail. Now today takes the cake. I log in. I find that my one 50+ strong list of contacts is now nonexistant. My screen name has now reverted to my email address, and I am unable to change it back to it's former glory. (I end up with 'That name is invalid) So yeah, if this has haoppened to anyone, please tell my why and if my account is just temporarily messed up, not deleted. (Mainly because I can't remember half of the addresses on my contact list) -.- Much appreciated.

Saethi sighed. There was no point in locking her up somewhere, she?d always come bouncing back, with that bloody nuance of ?I?m already going to die...? Saethi took his anger out on the remains of the door, kicking it out into the posh deserted hallway. ?We?ve been through worse I suppose.? He reasoned. ?The times are so messed up now, I can?t tell if I?m in the past or future. Bah. Alright then.? Saethi walked back into the apartment and to the balcony, and leapt off it, belaying himself off balconies below until he landed parachutist style on the bitumen below. He regained himself and sat on the kerb, waiting for Summer to exit. Summer strode briskly out of the apartment complex, blatantly ignoring Saethi, grinning like a loon while sitting on the kerb. Saethi stood and walked towards her, and noticed something. Saethi leapt and collided into Summer?s middle, sending them both to the ground. Summer shoved Saethi off and slapped him across the face, not noticing the fact that smoke was rising from where she had been standing. A small red dot slowly made it?s way towards the pair, signalling a laser sight of a long range, high powered rifle. Summer blinked and slapped Saethi across the jaw again, before dragging his slightly dazed self into the nearby alley. ?Ow.? Saethi said. ?That hurt.? Summer looked at Saethi. ?You deserved it. You should have told me before you leapt on my like some animal.? Saethi raised and eyebrow. ?That really, really hurt. And not just the slapping bit either.? She shook her head. ?Whatever. You see what I mean now?? ?Vaguely.? Saethi grinned. ?Don?t make me slap you again Saethi. I?m serious.? ?Yessum.?

Liam drifted back to consciousness once more and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be back in focus, even more so when he picked up his glasses. In doing so, he noted the fact that the tubes and heart rate monitors had been removed. Well, so far so good. He rose slowly to his feet and got his bearings while searching for his clothes. He opened a small closet at the end of the bed, and found rudimentary khaki long pants and shirt. He sighed. ?Well it?s not like they?re going to give your ?designer? stuff back, after what you did.? Liam spun round and met Rae?s gaze. Liam suddenly appreciated the worth of the hospital gown he was wearing. He reached into the closet and pulled out the clothes before changing in the small bathroom. He came out again, buttoning the shirt he was putting on. Rae noticed the deep carving on his hand when he finished. She winced and said, ?Sorry about that.? Liam nodded. ?None needed. The walls have ears you know.? Liam waved his hand casually at the closed door. ?You should get out of here. I mean it, you?ve got some digging to do. Now that I?m awake, Pizaro will be wanting you do some damage so me, especially after that shiner.? Liam pointed to the bruise under her eye and flopped down onto the bed, mind ticking over what to do and nose filled with the remaining wafts of perfume. Rae said nothing and left, closing the door behind her. The guard on duty turned to her, MP5 in hand and asked, ?When do you wish to start miss?? Rae didn?t look at her. ?Soon. I want him to suffer first.? The guard nodded. ?So shall I do with him what I did with the American?? Rae wasn?t sure if she wanted to know what happened to the American, so she shook her head. ?But miss, we received much information from that plan of yours?? Rae raised a hand. ?No. Do you here me? No. Just keep an eye on him. That is all.? The guard saluted and faced her head directly at the wall opposite, expression stern. ?Yes ma-am.?

Mihkael wandered out of Diagon alley, slightly miffed. These events were disturbing, and would most probably continue to follow them all the way to Hogwarts. He reached the kerb and hailed a taxi to take him back to the muggle hotel he was staying at until tomorrow when they left for Hogwarts. The taxi rounded a corner sharply and drew to a halt in front of one of your common three star establishments. Mihkael handed over the fare and wandered inside. The clerk at the front desk handed him a letter. 'Letter sir, arrived this morning while you were out.' Mihkael nodded and took the letter before heading to the elevator and up to the eighth level and his room. Mihkael slumped down on the couch and prised open the letter. A letter popped out along with a couple of notes. Emergency money for the year. Mihkael grinned and pocketed the letter, turning on the small set in the corner. After flicking through several stations, he found the BBC news. -news was recieved today when witnesses claimed to have heard odd explosives sounds coming from down town London today. As there were reports of muffled shouts of pain, the police arrived to sort out the situation, but oddly enough, they returned with no explanation, and seemed to have forgotten why they went there in the first place. More news as it comes, weather broadcast next- Mihkael turned off the set. Amusing, ministry of magic must have been on location for once. He would bet anything that it was Percy Weasely that had slightly over exerted the strength of the memory wipes, probably showing off again. Mihkael grinned and turned to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich.

Mihkael grinned back, but it faded when he saw around Cho's shoulder. People were still being lifted from the rubble and it seemed some were lying in awkward positions, pian filled expressions of fear captured on their frozen faces. Mihkael shook his head. If only he'd had been a few minutes earlier, he would have given the death eaters a bit of their own medicine. Cho saw his grave expression. She knew what he was thinking, it was the same expression he had when Voldemort removed Cedric's life from his limbs. 'You wouldn't have lasted long you know.' She said. Mihkael didn't respond, but nodded to acknowledge Harry and Hermione's prescence. He slipped his wand back into the pocket of his cargo pants. 'C-mon, I think we all need some sugar. Some serious sugar by the looks of you Cho.' He grinned playfully and slipped out his wallet from yet another pocket. 'My treat?' Cho rolled her eyes. 'That's right, change the conversation, as usual. But I'm not one to resist an ice cream, especially when it's free.' Mihkael turned to Harry and Hermione, who he had, oddly enough, never actually conversed with before. He stretched out his hand. 'Mihkael, I prefer Mike though. You two reckon you can stomach some icecream?'

OOC: Apologies for shortness, will make up for it ~~~~ [i]Mihkael strolled down Diagon alley in his normal 'muggle' wear. His shopping for the year had been completed, and now was for some valuable 'walking around and doing nothing' time.[/i] [i]'Sure nice to be back here again. But...I still reckon the 'no non-stone age' technology thing is a real bummer.'[/i] [i]Mihkael groaned and slapped himself in the fore head[/i] 'Just think! I could be playin' Soldat right now!' [i]He stamped his foot in exasperation, before realising that all eyes in his section of Diagon alley were on him. He looked around sheepishly and gave a cutesy wiggle of his fingers[/i] 'Did I say that out loud?' [i]There was a slight ripple of chuckles before the world continued onwards in Diagon Alley. Mihkael sighed, it was a real load off to not have all those gazes resting on him. Mihkael wasn't one to be the centre of attention. He slipped into the cool shadows of the eaves of shops and continued ambling along. The air seemed thick with magic, filled with a hundred smells and sounds. He grinned. This might be a worthy switch for Soldat...and the Ps2...and...uh...scratch the last one...not to mention a whole school year without Stargate... Mihkael mentally braced himself from letting out another anguished cry. With all these years of magic, he thought at least someone would have thought of a way to remove the magical EMP. Bah.[/i] 'No soft drinks either...bah...I am a very material person...' [i]Mihkael shrugged and wandered over to what seemed to be an ice cream stall[/i]

Hate to see a good RPG go to waste Q_A [b]Name:[/b] Mihkael Robinson (prefers 'Mike') [b]House:[/b] Ravenclaw [b]Year of School:[/b] 6th [b]Personality:[/b] Slightly hot headed and gun-ho when it comes to being prevented from doing something 'fun,' but is usually laid back, especially when it comes to doing school work [b]Appearance:[/b] 5'11'' blue eyes, brown hair with electric blue streaks and tips, slightly tanned skin [b]Type of wand:[/b] Ebony, 10 inches, dragon heartstring core. Subject Mastered: [b]Misc:[/b] Comes from an all muggle family, brought up in an entirely muggle environment and was the first to disbelieve the realty of the letter sent to him. Actually, he disbelieved the fact so much, he actually hunted some one down that he thought sent it to him as a prank. He first found out he had magic when he sent the offendee flying into the rubbish bins across the street by means of a slightly purple mini-hurricane. That occured five years ago, just before his fifth year at Hogwarts. Now a slightly ego-inflated sixth year, he hopes to start to achieve small bounds of greatness. And to try his best to avoid the shadow of a certain trio of fifth years.

Liam looked from looked from Hellcat, to Pizaro, and back to Hellcat again. Pizaro continued his death stare, but motioned for Rae to be moved back into her room. Liam raised the carved palm up to his face; the cuts were highlighted with lines of pooling red. He took an involuntary step backwards as the world blacked out to fuzzy dots. Already he was feeling very tight pain across his chest. This wasn?t good. He glanced up at Pizaro and Hellcat. Still glaring each other down. Liam groaned an sat back down on his chair, ignoring the disgusting sticky feeling he got as his back touched the already drying blood. He looked one final time at the arguing Pizaro before blacking out and letting his cotton wool consciousness slip away. [I]What to do??is Jaudiar on our side??attractive really?wonder if?somehow I don?t think my heart will?[/I] ~~~~~~~ The steady blip of the heart rate monitor woke Liam up. His mouth felt like sandpaper and his eyes were relaying distorted images of a seemingly hellish world. He blinked and yet again tried to raise a hand to rub his aching head, to find that his entire body had been strapped down to the gurney he was lying on. He closed his eyes and let his head flop back down on the pillow, trying to forget the mess he was in.

[b]Name:[/b] Liam [No middle Name(s)] Cameron [b]Age:[/b] 15 [b]DOB:[/b] May 28, 1987 [b]Location:[/b] Highfields (Outside Toowoomba) Australia [b]One Word:[/b] Odd [b]Occupation:[/b] Proffesional Student, part time annoying person ;) [b]Color:[/b] Olive Green [b]Food:[/b] Chili [b]Beverage:[/b] 7up [b]Alter Ego:[/b] miniLiam [b]Dream Job:[/b] Forensic Radiologist [b]Self-Proclaimed:[/b] Procrastinator [b]Ethnicity:[/b] Scottish(indirect descendant of Rob Roy Mcgregar), English, French and possibly a country on the Mediterranian [b]Extracurricular:[/b] Does Choir + Male Choir count? [b]Hobby:[/b] Writing, reading [b]Dessert:[/b] Death by Chocolate Cake [b]Mac or PC?[/b] PC [b]Nics:[/b] An inumerable amount [b]Blog:[/b] Huh? [b]Home Page:[/b] None [b]Religion:[/b] Latter Day Saint [b]Book:[/b] Color of Water [b]Sport:[/b] Rallying (lol, so what if it's a dream?) [b]Won't Eat:[/b] Roast pumpkin, funnilly enough [b]TV Show:[/b] Star Gate [b]Words to live by:[/b] [b]Addicted to:[/b] Otaku RPGing, LAN games [b]Comics:[/b] Inktank, PVP online and Nodwick [b]Movie:[/b] [i]Who am I?[/i] and [i]The One[/i]

I [b]know[/b] how to make a [b]sandwich[/b] Does that mean that everyone is going to hunt me down? I think not. Why all of a sudden do you believe that a man that knows how to build something big an nasty should be killed? Following that logic, you could wipe out the majority of the people on earth. People, in one for or another, know how to build something that could cause harm to another. I know, for instance, by combining a select amount of Chlorine and explosives, I could wipe out a 200 metre radiuas and reduce it to so much ash and dust. I know that by combining different amounts of Plutonium and Uranium and a detonator device, I could create a type of nuclear weapon that could wipe out all organic matter in a 2-3 km radius and leave the surrounding landscape and buildings undamaged. So what if the guy knows how to make a 'doomsday' device? Feh, think of all the chemists and biological scientists that know how to make Nerve gas, Mustard Gas, VX gas. All lethal and designed to inflict as much pain as humanly possible, even beyond humanly possible. Airborne bacteria designed to kill if only one cell or spore is in contact with the skin. Viral diseases that can kill crops and destroy foilage, warping DNA so that unknown generations of children are born with horrible defects. Such is our world. Think of the group of scientists that developed the 'Orange' chemical that was meant to completely destroy foliage for US troops in Vietnam. Still today children in Vietnam are born with extra ligaments, albino skin because of that horrible chemical. Do you think that is fair? Of course not. But should we go out and wipe out all these scientists for what they have developed? Pffft, it sounds ludicrous to me. To take one life for what someone else did with the invention.

Yes, it was a toddler, the proportions were to the letter. To short for a growth deficient adult, not to mention too skinny. So I would say my previous statement has been ascertained. Besides, we are not debating the strength of my eyesight are we? ;) ~~~~~~ I do understand that the development age of girls is much earlier than guys. This is evident when you visit the senior classes of a Primary School (my little bro is in grade 6). Don't try getting me on that. ~~~~~~ It's nice to see that I'm not the only one with this opinion, [b]for once[/b]

Liam closed his eyes, and saw only a looping image of a black and white waterfall, made up entirely of little white dots. Feeling consciousness slipping away he peeled his eyes open and shook his head, just sealed wounds began flowing again in the rushed movement. While Rae composed herself, Liam snatched up the knife and began cutting up strips of fabric from his pants, below the knee. Carefully using it on only the worst of wounds, he stopped the bleeding and stood, jittering slightly to the side as he walked. He leant on the wall; the blood loss has stripped most of his energy, and balance. Rae looked up at him, ?We need to get out of here.? Liam glanced back, custom swagger coming back to him, ?Why? It?s such a lovely warm and fuzzy atmosphere?? While speaking, he shuddered at the air-conditioning; it felt like the room was getting steadily lower. Then again, it could always be him? ?We have no way of contacting them or escaping, and still you continue to be sarcastic?? Liam grinned, ?Yeah.? Sound of knocking came from the door, heavy knocking. It seemed Pizaro had lost patience with his daughter. Rae stood up, ?He wants to come in?what are we going to do?? Liam turned, and propelled a fist directly under her eye. Rae reeled slightly from the blow, but before she could do anything, Liam pressed a point on her neck. Rae struggled and fell unconscious. Pizaro burst in with the two bodyguards upon hearing a faint cry from Rae as she struggled. His face grew red with anger when he saw Liam standing over her fallen body, bleeding still from all manner of wounds. The two female bodyguards walked forward and levelled their guns at him. Pizaro raised a hand, voice trembling with anger, ?No. Don?t kill him. I think Jenna would rather do it herself. Bandage him up and give him a transfusion. Then we can start the?fun?all over again.?

Well this morning I did the clothing shop for, well, clothes with my family. (You know, the suburbian pagan ritual which involves various rites and devotions to the gods of brand name marketing.) So while in the jungles of formal black long pants searching, something catches my eye. Over in the pink wastelands inhabited by the tormenting toddlers of the female variety, lies...brace yourself children... [b][size=3]A PADDED LINGERIE BRA????[/size][/b] .....might I also add that the resident toddler of the female variety was showing it off to her mother who, in turn, picked it up and said 'Awww, how cute, your very first bra' And people wonder why the world is filled with paedophiles? Very first bra, as in the black lace variety, padded so that the child looks like it has bigger breasts than some 15 year olds I know, and it seems I'm the only guy on the planet that finds this disturbing There's my opinion, take it as you like, grain of salt if you will, and give me your thoughts on the situation.

Liam woke up sluggishly and raised a hand to rub a very painful head, only to find both arms were handcuffed to a bolted down metal chair in some semi-lit concrete room. ?For heaven?s sake?why on earth do I- Someone in the shadows slapped him across the face and murmured for him to be silent. Liam shook his head, ?Ow, honestly that was really- another slap ? fine, I?ll shut up.? Liam made an audible groan and tried to make out the silhouettes flanking him. Another groan escaped him; the two figures were in fact the two that had helped him see a pretty arrangement of stars. He blinked hard, a migraine was clawing at his senses. [I]?Just wait until I get my hands on the MS1??[/I] he thought to himself. Speaking of the MS1, where is it? He looked down at his jacket, to find it gone, his shirt and Kevlar vest as well. He looked up at one of the guards with a questioning look on his face. Bodyguard one knelt down and put her sunglass covered face close to his and said ?You?re probably wondering about your stuff, don?t worry, its all in a safe place. Besides, with the shirt gone, its easier to see the blood run.? A sharp tingle of fear rushed up and down his spine. He attempted to shrug it off, but it wouldn?t budge. How very odd.

OOC: Well hopefully I haven't missed my final 'leaving' post or whatever, going to school tends to mess things up _____ [i]Liam and miniLiam grinned at each other when they realised their fate. Both packed up their suitcases, one big, one small, and wandered out of the house during the odd goings on[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] *looks at miniLiam* It's nice to leave with your dignity isn't it? [b]miniLiam:[/b] that's easy for you to say, soon as I leave the threshold, I vanish into the oblivion -.-, stupid reality... [b]Liam:[/b] I see then. [i]Liam and miniLiam pause at the great oak doors of the OBB house and turn to wave at the disorganised mess that had been their home, miniLiam grinned evilly and vanished back into the sleeping subconsciousness of all left in the house. Liam smiled to himself, turned and left the house.[/i]

[i]Liam wandered towards the fridge and prized out a bottle of soft drink before flopping onto the couch and eyeing the void darkly, occasionally taking sips between glares[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] traitor...-.- [b]miniLiam:[/b] *soars high through the air and out of the void before landing with a soft thud on the carpet* [b]Liam:[/b] oO [b]miniLiam:[/b] *gets up and rubs behind* ow, now that was uncalled for! [b]Liam:[/b] What brings you so suddenly back to my reality? [b]miniLiam:[/b] you know those chips? [b]Liam:[/b] yeah... [b]miniLiam:[/b] well, I kinda borrowed them from them in order to barter my way in under false pretences [b]Liam:[/b] So basically you're an evil thieving bastard as well as a disloyal minion? [b]miniLiam[/b] Yup

[i]Liam flopped out of the wall and hit the carpeted floor with a soft 'flump.' He got shakily to his feet, with miniLiam laughing in the background, and thanked LK before wandering off to wonder what all the commotion was about.[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] What was with the muffled movement on the roof and stuff? [b]Ken(from inside void):[/b] Nothing, now go away [b]Liam:[/b] o...k... [i]Just then miniJames and a small plushie batallion of unknown plushies rush at the void...only to go flying [b]back out[/b] of the void.[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] cool o.O [i]miniLiam toddles up to the void, head now on straight, and requests to come in[/i] [b]Ken:[/b] .... [b]miniLiam:[/b] *procures a giant bag of Doritos* [i]A whispered conversation is heard from inside of the void[/i] [b]miniKen:[/b] Got dip? [b]miniLiam:[/b]*raises a jar of Hot and Spicy salsa dip* [i]Void opens and miniLiam goes in, dragging the bag of chips behind him[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] o.O; ... *anime fall*

Saethi stood under the shower for quite a while in a meditative state. The combination of steam mixing with a waste covered body did not please his sinuses. After what seemed to be an age, he came out and got changed, the foul smell seeming to be but a dream. Summer raised her head when Saethi came back into the room and headed for the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow at the black Mandarin suit he was wearing. ?Saethi,? she asked, ?I thought you grew out of your gothic stage a long time ago?? She grinned as Saethi ignored her question and pulled a bottle of three month old Fanta from the fridge, slamming the door closed again at the smell of the three month old milk... Saethi flopped back down on the couch opposite Summer with the bottle and opened it, signalling her to begin the conversation. ?What happened to your mutated self?? She asked. Saethi paused mid-gulp and lowered the bottle. ?I don?t know. We were going at it for a while, I lost both my weapons to the sewer and was waiting for him to finish me off. I can barely remember what happened next, massive headache and painfulness all over.? Saethi ignored Summer?s sarcastic ?diddums? statement and continued. ?I managed to somehow overload this power box, the cable snaked into the water and roasted it, hit me too in the last millisecond, but the fuse cut the power just in time.? Summer leant forward to the edge of her seat, ?So, is he dead.? Saethi glanced at the front door, eyes narrowed. ?I doubt it.? ?What are you looking at?? ?Something?s there...? Saethi stood and crept slowly to the door, he reached for the handle but leapt away at the last second, barely missing being impaled on his own lost blade. Shards of door and sawdust fell to the floor and there was the sound of something very large moving away. Saethi got to his feet and prised the blade from the door, anger welling up in him. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the hilt in his shaking fist before pelting it to the other side of the room. ?The beast lurks again.? Summer stood. ?I?d have to agree with you there...? Saethi faced Summer, anger still evident. ?Summer? Look, the beast has free rein, it has always had free rein, but now it?s hunting me down. It can obviously smell me out. Now do you understand why I wanted you to stay behind, away from me? Summer! Look at me! Do you not understand?? Summer looked slightly hurt, but she composed herself and glared right back at Saethi. ?Crystal clear.?

[i]Liam and miniLiam slowly reform on the carpeted floor. Liam sat up and rubbed his head, pained look upon his face. miniLiam reforms also, but his head seems to be on backwards, Liam does nothing to rectify the situation...[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] owowowowow! x.x [b]miniLiam[/b] hey! who's talking? *walks into the back of the couch* [b]Liam(sees the now glowing essay):[/b] pretty...*walks towards it* Shiny...:excited: *touches it* ..o.o; oh dear.. [i]Liam's arm is consumed in ki, which with explosive force sends him flying across the room and crashing into the solid brick wall on the far side. Liam is now unconscious and 'one with the wall'...[/i] [b]miniLiam(magages to face the right direction)[/b] HA-HA! *bounces into an unseen coffee table* [b]LK(walks past to hand her essay in):[/b] *looks at Liam* funny, I don't remember the house to have any modern art...[i]very[/i] realistic though...*continues on* [b]Liam:[/b] owies...x.X

[i]Liam wanders over and takes the essay from Neil. He skims through it and promptly pulls out a lighter, setting the paper on fire. He waits until the last piece of ash has fallen to the floor before saying[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] can't let flashy see that :shifty: [i]An anguished cry comes from the window, followed by 'THAT WAS MY ONLY COPY YOU B-'[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] *nods at miniLiam* [b]miniLiam:[/b] *nods back at Liam* [i]The cycle continues for quite a while[/i] [b]Liam:[/b] My head hurts..-.- [b]miniLiam:[/b] ditto...ow...>.<