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Post by dexter on Nov 13, 2009 20:43:39 GMT -5
Dexter pulled an apple out of his bag before he pulled it off and swung it over the arm rest. He sat on the back of the couch idly tossing the apple back and forth between his hands glancing around the room. As the apple landed his left hand he paused and pulled off his slightly too big leather jacket and threw it on the floor next to his bag. After sitting for few seconds he allowed himself to fall backward onto the couch with his legs hanging over the top. Taking a bite of the apple he again, nothing really changed except for the fact the room was upside down.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing at the base honestly. Tyrar probably told him but he hadn’t been paying attention. Now the slug was off in his head space and Dex didn’t really want to ask him what they were doing there. If he could postpone being chewed out he would. Dexter sighed, continued eating the apple and kicked against the back of the couch.
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Post by Drake on Nov 20, 2009 2:00:16 GMT -5
Drake was starting to get restless. He had been back in Vegas for quite a while now, but hadn't felt like he had done much of anything useful since he arrived. Normally Drake was all for taking it slow and easy, but it seemed like he had been doing that long enough. That was why right now he was getting ready to go scout around in the city. He was even thinking about swinging by and taking a look at his old house. Maybe. He still hadn't gone back since he ran away all those months ago...
There was just one problem. As Drake was heading into the Faction Leader's office to look for Steve in order to inform him and Robert about his plan for the day, Drake spotted someone on a couch out of the corner of his eye.
He paused mid stride. From just the small glimpse he had gotten, Drake knew that he didn't recognize the person. He turned around slowly and saw the stranger lounging comfortably on the couch they had sitting there. Either this person was really confident that they had the upper hand, or they weren't an enemy.
"Umm, who are you?" was all Drake asked, a bit confused. He decided to wait until he was clearly in danger before he got terrified.
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Post by dexter on Nov 21, 2009 1:48:58 GMT -5
He was a little caught off guard by the new voice. First he wasn’t expecting anyone and more importantly he was completely zoned out. Dexter picked up his feet and swung them around so he was sitting then turned so he was facing the other teen. This ultimately resulted in him being half off the couch.
“Hi,” he smiled and set both hands on the couch back for support, “Name’s Dexter, your’s?” He held out his apple free hand.
They had met a couple of the animorphs
before, usually to assist on missions. This guy however he didn’t know and liked to think he could make a good impression. He also seemed tense and that made Dex frown slightly.
“So,” he pulled himself up so he was actually comfortably on the couch and smiled brightly, “What’s up?”
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Post by Drake on Nov 23, 2009 1:47:26 GMT -5
"Drake," he replied when asked his name. He instantly felt like an idiot for using his real name. He should have used a fake. Although it was probably just as well. Drake was no expert when it came to lying. Especially right to someone's face.
Drake reached out and cautiously shook the guy's hand. Drake ignored the 'what's up' question. He didn't yet trust this stranger enough to speak with him so casually. "So, I've never seen you here before. Why is that?" Drake wasn't trying to sound hostile at all, but he was afraid that his suspicions were showing all too well through his voice.
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Post by dexter on Nov 25, 2009 2:22:44 GMT -5
Dexter rubbed the back of his neck and gave Drake a sheepish smile. “Never been here before,” he said,” and I don’t really, uh, remember why I am here.” He ducked his head slightly out of embarrassment. <<Awkward….>> he couldn’t help but think to Tyrar. If the slug heard him, he didn’t give any response. Probably was getting some sort of sick satisfaction out of seeing him squirm. Tyrar may have been one of the good guys but Dexter would still argue for his evilness any day. “I think it may have something to do with Heather. That or it could be some other YPM business,” Dex ran a hand lightly over his spiked hair before asking, “what are you doing here?” |
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Post by Drake on Dec 2, 2009 2:17:06 GMT -5
Heather? Who is Heather? I don't think I have ever met a Heather around here. Drake thought to himself. Whoever it was, if she really existed, it must have been someone the Vegas faction met while he was away. It only made sense that they would have made more contacts or collected more enemies while he was living in Dallas. Drake suddenly felt a bit foolish for being so naive.
"So... You're with the Yeark Peace Movement then?" Drake forced his body to relax a little. However, Drake was still anything but relaxed. If this guy so much as sneezed, Drake would probably dive through the doorway and take cover before anyone could so much as say "Bless you." Still, this guy hadn't given him any reason not to believe him yet.
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