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by Pandora Gaskarth » Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:43 pm
Tiya shrugged and flicked her tail impatiently. "Then you may go back to camp. i plan on watching over this girl until she awakes," She said, her tone final, not to be argued with.
Aysels eyes opened fully and she steadily took in a deep breath, but then they closed again.
Tiya looked at Aysel and smiled. "Well, i'll make sure she gets back to her camp right," She said, "Or at least make sure she can walk." She shook the girls shoulder and waited.

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by hdmwolf » Tue Mar 23, 2010 8:04 am
Kita'ra frowned. She guessed that she would stay there to watch, and make sure nothing else happened. The girl over at the door was still staring at them and she shot the girl a look, causing her to flinch, but that was quick. Snorting, she took a step towards the girl, and she took a step back. Why were these people so afraid of them?
Kira frowned. This Na'vi was taunting her. She could just tell. The way she took a step forward, and back, making her walk like a crab to keep enough distance in between them. It bugged her that the Na'vi had the advantage. They had poison-tipped arrows, and she only had a pack with some simple items in it. She wished that she was more protected.
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by major tom » Tue Mar 23, 2010 9:46 am
Jenn hurtled into reality strapped onto a wheelchair. She frowned down at her bound arms and vainly attempted to move them. Was that really neccessary? Did they really think that she woud try to use any means of escape from a wheelchair? Wait. . . Wheelchairs were supposed to move, and required someone to do so. She was facing a -- shocker -- metallic gray wall, in a standstill position. The human craned her neck and turned her head to gaze behind her where two white-clad people were staring at her. Jenn's brow furrowed at the same time she realized how much this unsettled her and that she didn't register any pain. Odd. She felt somewhat. . . empty without the constant, agonizing torture that was-- had been her miserable life. A glance down to determine that her legs were still attached to her still colored with that sickly purple shade around the wound. An IV was stuck in her arm. The man cleared his throat, his stricken expression masking the woman's beside him. Jenn nodded for him to speak, impatiently twitching her fingers. The man's deep gravelly voice, "I am so very sorry to determine this, but. . ." he paused, and Jenn had to grip the armrests to refrain from shrieking at him to go on. "Both of your legs will be amputated. This is-- somewhat standard procedure, as you will not require legs in your human body in the Avatar program. You will have no say whatsoever. Your surgery is scheduled in a matter of minutes." His voice was indifferent and flat, betraying nothing. The mercenary's eyes widened and she began to thrash around, struggling furiously against her bounds. "NO!" screamed Jenn, tears threatening to spring from her eyes. "Just kill me! I wish to die as I am! Take my life! Don't touch my legs! Noooo!!!" Her cries were useless, for the woman stepped up, producing a formerly-concealed needle from her lab coat. This was the expected reaction. Jenn writhed uselessly against her bonds, ignoring the crimson blood running down her arms and ankles. She drew away from the needle, but the woman still managed to slide it underneath her skin and depress it. The cold bite of ansthetic coursing through her veins, then nothing at all.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.
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by major tom » Sun May 16, 2010 8:43 pm
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My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.
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