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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 30, 2015 18:14:49 GMT
The car flipped and rolled a bit before stopping on its side. Remilia was covered in scratches, but thankfully the seat belt and the airbag managed to stop her from getting seriously injured. After struggling a bit, she managed to remove the seat belt and climb out of the wreck. She pointed her pistol at Wilson's chest, wincing for a second when her shoulder started hurting, and said "You helped me out Wilson and I tried to help you, but if you don't come back to your senses right now, I'm gonna have to put you down."
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 30, 2015 20:51:56 GMT
Wilson looked at the gun with a clear mind. With a rush that broke the speed barrier, he zig-zagged forth and grabbed Remilia's wrist. He just stared at her for a second before released her and turned to stagger away. He was still so hungry, but the car strike had knocked him out of his unthinking state. But he never left a hunt unfinished.
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Post by TimePuppy on Sept 14, 2015 21:18:49 GMT
That was a strange turn of events. Remilia certainly wasn't expecting it, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. At least she was still alive. However, she wasn't sure what she should do now. Wilson still seemed to be out of it even if he wasn't trying to eat her. But the sun had already set and she needed to get that wound in her side checked out and bandaged properly before she went home.
"If you're okay now, I need to get going. I'm sorry for making you lose control of yourself."
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 14, 2015 22:42:42 GMT
Wilson just kept limping, his breath a heavy pant. Soon he vanished around the side of the house, paying no more mind to Remilia. He wandered slowly through the dimming light, stumbling over the remains of the wall he busted through. Out into the night he went, wandering through forest and street, traveling by bus and foot, till finally, he stood before a little house in the country, barely more than a shack, paint long gone, the rest seemingly soon to follow. He opened a door that's hinges screamed with pain. A flurry of dust was all that greeted him inside as he staggered to one of two chairs facing each other in the space, a rough cut thing of dark wood. He fell heavily into it and sat in silence for a long time, staring into darkness. At length, he nodded off in the light of the moon glowing through the ceiling. Tomorrow was another hunt, no matter his health. And the next day and the next day. Never would he stop. A little smile came to his lips.
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Post by TimePuppy on Sept 27, 2015 21:42:37 GMT
Wilson ignored her. Perfect. Remilia took out her phone and sent a text to a number she was very familiar with by this point. Got a "scratch" . Prep bandages.
went running through a forest again?
As far as my dad's concerned.
hes not stupid you know. i think he suspects something.
I hope not. Be there in 20.
CU soon.Having a nurse friend sure is useful. Remie just hoped she was wrong about her father. He wouldn't approve of vigilante business. Remilia wasn't sure she approved of her own "hobby". But someone has to do it despite how dangerous it is. Besides, she'll get better at it as soon as school starts. [THE END]
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