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Post by Kage Chaos on Feb 27, 2010 11:19:22 GMT -5
Again, the rules for ABC stories are as follows.
1. The first person starts their first sentence with the letter A, and the next person does B, and the next does C, and so on.
2. Posts can be as long as you want, but no double posting.
I'll start this one.
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As the mysterious man entered the warehouse, he realized it was a trap.
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Post by Rayelek on Feb 27, 2010 23:36:21 GMT -5
But fortunately, he realized it in time to stop the throwing knife which flew by his head as he paused his stride.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Feb 27, 2010 23:51:08 GMT -5
Craig, the thug who threw the knife, quickly jumped from the shadows wielding a katana.
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Post by Rayelek on Feb 27, 2010 23:57:01 GMT -5
Deftly ducking an attempt at his head, the mysterious figure delivered a swift kick to Craig's genitals, felling him. Cautiously he advanced into the warehouse.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Feb 28, 2010 0:15:07 GMT -5
Evil was in the air. The mysterious man could sense it, just as easily as he could see the movements in the shadows, and hear the quiet footsteps of his next assailant.
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Post by Rayelek on Mar 3, 2010 21:43:28 GMT -5
Fearless, the man stopped his advance and stood stationary, letting the sounds of the warehouse flow around him and taking them in, silently mapping the area in his head.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Mar 4, 2010 0:34:38 GMT -5
Gracefully, he dashed over to his nearest opponent, tackling him to the ground and piercing his neck with a long knife. Then, wiping the blade on the dead man's coat as he leaped to his feet, he brought his arm around and let the knife leave his hand with flawless precision, into the right eye of the next of his foes.
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Post by madwithstaples on Mar 4, 2010 1:33:54 GMT -5
"HAAAAAA" he screamed. Then a split second later, Brandon woke up with a quick motion. His breath going a mile a minute and gasping for air. He realized that he had been dreaming. It was the same dream he has been dreaming for the last few months.
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Post by Rayelek on Mar 4, 2010 1:46:31 GMT -5
It was unknown to him why he kept dreaming about this mysterious man and why he was watching this scene unfold in 3rd person view each night, but he knew something had to be done about this recurring epic tale of mystery.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Mar 4, 2010 4:26:41 GMT -5
Just as Brandon was about the drift back to sleep, the phone rang. He let it ring once...twice...
"Hello?" he answered it.
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Post by twilightblade on Mar 11, 2010 18:35:38 GMT -5
"Kantis here. You up for that gig I've been telling you about?"
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Post by Kage Chaos on Mar 13, 2010 3:42:46 GMT -5
"Let me sleep on it, okay?" Brandon sighed.
"I'll call you back in the morning," he hung up without waiting for an answer.
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Post by Rayelek on Mar 26, 2010 16:01:31 GMT -5
"Motherfucker," Kantis said as he hung up the phone and looked out the window at the now-rising sun. "I don't know how he can sleep so much."
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Post by Kage Chaos on Mar 30, 2010 3:09:26 GMT -5
Nine hours later, Brandon awoke to see a bright green 3:18pm on his digital clock.
Reluctantly, sliding out of bed, he pulled on some loose jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt and proceeded down the stairs.
About a third of the way down, his left foot caught on the back of his right leg, and he sent himself into an astoundingly noisy tumble to the bottom of the staircase, where a slightly open door ended his forward momentum after giving way and slamming shut.
Stumbling to get back on his feet, he realized that his house had been broken into and his entire living room pilfered.
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Post by twilightblade on May 22, 2010 15:22:38 GMT -5
"Oh, Seven Hells..." Brandon muttered, shock keeping him from thinking too much beyond those three words. It looked like a tornado had hit.
Then a voice yelled from the kitchen. "Hoy, Vic! Don't make so damn much noise! Want the neighbors to notice?"
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Post by Rayelek on May 26, 2010 22:38:59 GMT -5
"Pilferers! They remain in my residence," he thought to himself. Cautiously, he stepped towards the kitchen, hoping to get the jump in the inrtuders.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Jun 4, 2010 0:00:21 GMT -5
Quietly stalking down the hallway to the kitchen, Brandon grabbed the letter opener on the stair-side table, then stepped through the doorway into the kitchen and...
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Post by Rayelek on Jun 17, 2010 1:05:16 GMT -5
...received a punch to the throat as Jessica, one of the thieves, struck him to keep him silent, then with fluid grace, stepped up onto the wall and sprung off, the sole of her boot driving into Brandon's head and knocking him unconscious.
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Post by twilightblade on Jun 22, 2010 21:49:44 GMT -5
Slowly regaining consciousness, Brandon realized he was crumpled against one wall of his kitchen and that the devestation that met his eyes was no part of the dream that still hovered in his mind.
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Post by Rayelek on Jun 4, 2011 3:36:06 GMT -5
Traumatized by the experience, Brandon slowly attempted to pull himself to his feet, but he collapsed back to the floor. Perplexed, he put his hand to his head and was dismayed to pull it back covered in blood.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Jul 8, 2011 14:57:20 GMT -5
Unable to call the police due to the line being cut, not to mention his extensive criminal record, he sought out to find the thieves.
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