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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 9:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 6:57 am
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 12:29 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 3:14 pm
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:43 pm
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 5:24 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 7:37 pm
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Chaney Franchot XX↳ The Cat
ΞΞΞ This kitten has claws.
Chaney reached the cliffs panting. She was shaking from a mix of adrenaline and the cold. The recent fight had completely exhausted her, physically and mentally. Slipping into one of the caves she found her way to a little niche in which two small metal boxes were stashed. There were other boxes similar to these stashed all over the country side. In them contained extra supplies for situations such as this. In her current condition, there was no way Chaney could make it back to the base without running into more danger. The woman opened the crates and fished out a ration of animal fat crackers, two 16 ounce cans of water, new clothes, bandages, and assorted weapons. Quickly tossing aside what was left of her black uniform, Chaney donned the new fabrics. They were indeed older, consisting of jeans that were too big and had small tears and holes in them, and an oversized dingy sweatshirt that had the words "Carpe Diem" scrawled across the front in large, tacky letters. Instantly the woman felt more at ease. The feeling of that demon's eyes lingering over her body sent unpleasant chills crawling across her skin. Shifting through the weapons, Chaney decided what was considered valuable and what was trash. She tossed out rusting knives and a busted switchblade, but kept a small handgun and found what could be a replacement for her lost rosary. Holy objects were quickly destroyed during the war, so anything religious was very rare. She had a plastic decade of a rosary, unknowing if it was blessed or not. Anything would be valuable at this point. Preparing for a long battle, Chaney tied up her hair and sat against the cave wall. The woman tried to press herself into the niche she found the crates, and presumed herself unseeable by humans and other creatures who had poor vision. But could her attacker see well in the dark? Not wanting to risk it, the girl scrambled further back into the moist cave to conceal herself behind a couplet of rocks. She planned on staying here until she knew he wasn't following her, then head to the base. "Let's see how well you can play this game." The woman muttered and hunkered down.
This kitten has claws.ΞΞΞ
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 6:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 4:23 am
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