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Post by Petey on Oct 3, 2006 23:23:09 GMT -5
*Petey grunted in pain, and struggled to her feet. Her temporary bandaging had all been blown off or worn off. She bled all over. She stood upright, but only long enough to acnowledge* Draw. *and she Staggered away in the other direction.*
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Post by Ed on Oct 4, 2006 18:15:31 GMT -5
Two Months later:
Ed shouldered her way through the dense crowd. Her missing limb was covered by her cloak. A cold wind bit through her warm clothing but she continued, paying no heed to the chill. She finally came to the place she needed to be: An automail shop. She walked in, keeping her head ducked. "Ed, in presume?" The manager greeted. "Yeah." She muttered.
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Post by Petey on Oct 5, 2006 21:27:12 GMT -5
petey's not sure if she's supposed to jump in, but she has nothing better to do, so i'll throw a character in. . . and I guess i'll just pretend i know about this stuff.
A man strode into the Automail shop. He Walked to the front counter, one hand in his jacket pocket. He was tall and strongly built. He tapped his finger on the counter until one of the workers turned, "Is Gaven here?" he asked. He had a decently low voice with a slight roughness to it.
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Post by Ed on Oct 7, 2006 12:11:31 GMT -5
The manager held up one finger to tell him to wait. "You already have arrangments. Pleae\se follow the assistant." Ed thanked him and followed the assistant to a back room.
"Gaven, was it?"
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Post by Petey on Oct 7, 2006 23:49:58 GMT -5
The man next to her glanced at Ed, then gave a nod, "Yes." He was a tall man with short dark brown hair that fell onto his forhead. He was about 6'4" tall. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black. He paused only a moment before adding, "Just tell him Drake's here."
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Post by Ed on Oct 9, 2006 17:45:03 GMT -5
The manager yelled at somebone in the back in a foreign language. Gaven came foreward. (Do I get him?)
Ed had already been weighed and measured. Her automail had been custom built. All that was left was for it to be attached. She didn't scream or even whimper. The operation took four and a half hours.
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Post by Petey on Oct 10, 2006 11:19:17 GMT -5
you can have him if you want him, but I'll have him for now to give some backroud and to give me somthing to do.
Drake Stood until Gaven came out, "Well hallo." He greeted, a sly grin curved his mouth. He held out his hand to greet him, and when Gaven took his hand, Drake yanked him closer and whispered in his ear, "Do you have any information for me about the Galran secret?" He let go of Gaven, and Gaven stepped back, only happy there was a counter between them. Gaven nodded hesitantly and Drake's grin curved up further, revealing slight dimples on the side of his cheek. "Shall we talk in the back room?" Drake asked, Gaven gave him a puzzled look, "Come now it's too crowded outside and you're working." So Drake convinced Gaven to take him to an empty room and give him information, and Drake left not much later, but Drake decided to hang around the store, sitting in a chair leaning against the wall. He could hear well even from the other room, he knew who was getting fitted and those who were having the automail attatched. He was impressed with Ed's conservative attitude. He went to the counter again and asked the clerk, "Who's that?" and he nodded his head toward Ed as she walked in from the other room. "Trent?" the clerk asked, thinking Drake had meant a man that had come out the same time as Ed had. Drake slapped him lightly on the side of the head. "No you idiot! The girl!" The clerk glared and rubbed the side of his head that was begining to turn a light color of pink. "That's Ed Ikari." Drake paused, but accepted the answer.
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