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Post by conner on Nov 11, 2009 22:18:49 GMT -5
*Conner sighed once again, he knew that she wasn't going to lighten up, no matter what he said. He pulled out his cell phone, to get rid of some energy. He was getting to much from his uncovered hand. Once the phone was fully charged he put it back in his pocket.*
Your cell need a new charging?
*Those at the hide out who lost any powering cort, to power something, they just came to Conner, and asked him to give it some power, he was had enough.*
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Post by maron on Nov 11, 2009 22:22:04 GMT -5
Maron just shrugged.
"I guess..."
She reached into her pocket, pulling out her small cell phone and holding it out for Conner. After she hopped down from the counter, letting her hand touch the wall as she found her way out of the room.
"I'm tired of closing my eyes..."
Once in the hall she blinked, rubbing her eyes a little.
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Post by conner on Nov 11, 2009 22:24:10 GMT -5
*Conner charged the phone just enought then handed it back to her.*
Fully charged and ready to go.
*He then pulled on his gluve again.*
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Post by maron on Nov 11, 2009 22:27:02 GMT -5
Since Maron could have her eyes open again she wasn't blindly trying to get her phone. Silently she accepted the phone back, muttering a soft 'thanks', before stowing it in her pocket. Her mind was wandering again, trying to device a plan to stop people from tracking her down.... So far? She'd come up with absolutely nothing other then purposely 'killing' anyone who came after her. Sure it would get the message across after a while, but that only meant they may start sending powerful mutants after her...
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Post by conner on Nov 11, 2009 22:31:11 GMT -5
*Conner then scruffled her hiar.*
Everything will be alright Maron.
*He smiled down at her and still stood, just incase she needed to say something else.*
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Post by maron on Nov 11, 2009 22:46:55 GMT -5
Maron reached up to fix her hair after he'd so generously messed it up, still deep in thought.
"Okay..."
Finally she seemed to come to some sort of conclusion, though whether it was good or bad was impossible to tell.
"I'm going to go to bed.... It's really late."
She didn't even wait for him to respond, which was rather normal for her, silently wandering off to where her room was...
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Post by conner on Nov 11, 2009 22:49:14 GMT -5
*Conner thought nothing of it.*
Good night Maron, hope you feel better in the morning.
*He then headed to his bedroom.*
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Post by maron on Nov 11, 2009 23:14:29 GMT -5
Maron hid in her room until she was sure everyone... Other then Xenthron, of course, was in bed asleep. She knew Xenthron would be out on that bike of his, without a doubt, so she had no reason to worry about him catching her. Silently she slid out from under her covers, quietly changing into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. She then slipped her arms into a black and white sweater, then a light blue coat. Quickly she yanked on knee high boots over her jeans, then yanked her window open. The blizzard had passed by this point, so it was safe to go outside. She hopped out the window, closing the window as much as she could from the outside before racing off into the darkness... It was a very dark night, no moon in sight and dark clouds hiding the stars. There was nothing to guide her through the snow, she didn't dare bring a flashlight in case someone saw it. She knew no one would notice she was gone unless they searched the entire hideout, that would at least give her two hours… And if things went well, no one would notice she was gone until morning… But who knew when they were bound to notice her absence, it was the Runaways after all, people vanished for days on end all the time…. But this was Maron… Everyone seemed to freak when she vanished for more than a few hours…. ((I’ll continue the chaos after you post  )) |
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Post by conner on Nov 11, 2009 23:31:14 GMT -5
((Xenthron:))
*Xenthron was about to leave on another bike ride when he saw the foot prints in the snow, he followed them, backwards and looked into the window of the room. It was Maron's room. He instantly went to tell Conner*
((Conner:))
*When Conner hurd the news he instantly ran off and got on his bike and started to follow the foot prints.*
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Post by maron on Nov 11, 2009 23:57:52 GMT -5
Maron's trail was rather unpredictable. One minute it was one way, then she would switch directions. Sometimes she squeezed through closely knit trees, to close for anyone much taller then her to pass through. Then her trail suddenly stopped. Vanished. She hadn't started to cover it, it was as if she'd just vanished. High up in the tree tops though, there hung Maron.... her legs flailing, her arms strapped to her side from a thick elastic that wrapped around her. It was one of the traps the Runaways themselves had set up to make intruders think twice about coming up on their land. Grumbling, Maron reached into her pocket, which was rather easy with her hand strapped to her side. The next part was a little... harder. With quite a bit of effort she used her pocket knife to cut through the elastic enough that it ripped on it's own, sending Maron plummeting to the ground. Her hands shot out, barely catching onto a branch and nearly dislocating her shoulder as she hung there, holding back a cry of pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, hanging onto the branch for dear life. Now she wished she'd stayed in her room. Even if anyone did know she was gone they wouldn't see her through the dense branches of this tree...
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Post by conner on Nov 12, 2009 0:03:54 GMT -5
*Conner followed and finaly caught up. He got off his bike and snuck up to the area. He saw that one of their traps were set off. He started to wonder. So he sent some energy up to see if he could see anyone he recognized. Once he realized that it was Maron he sighed.*
Maron do you need help with anything?
*He wanted her to ask for help, from him, insted of him helping her without being asked.*
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Post by maron on Nov 12, 2009 0:14:08 GMT -5
Maron almost didn't hear what was said. When she did though, she sort of panicked... Not exactly the brightest thing to happen when your hanging from a tree, over thirty feet in the air.
"N-No!"
She wouldn't admit it, but she did. A faint cracking sound could be heard through the air, Maron's eyes snapping back open, wide in horror.
The branch snapped.
Maron dropped right into a group of branch, the sharp wood ripping her coat, jeans, and boots. Her fingers closed on another branch, nearly yanking her arm out of it's socket. She swung her other arm up to help her hang on, her whole body beginning to trembling, terrified that this branch would break as well, and she knew she wouldn't be able to catch another branch. If it broke she could easily be killed from the drop.
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Post by conner on Nov 12, 2009 0:31:32 GMT -5
*Conner was about to help when something stoped him. He still wanted her to admit that she needed help.*
You sure you dont need help Maron?
*He was perfectly calm, and was still feeling hurt that she didn't feel comfortable enough to ask him for help.*
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Post by maron on Nov 12, 2009 0:35:57 GMT -5
"No! I mean yes... I mean no help!"
She was panicking... Which wasn't to surprising, this was Maron after all. She wouldn't look down since Conner was down there, and what would happen if she accidentally turned him to stone? Her shoulder was thobbing... enough that one hand lost it's grip. She almost yelped as she was dangling one handed. The branch beginning to slowly break from her weight. She squeezed her eyes shut again, her voice giving away her fear.
"Help me!"
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Post by conner on Nov 12, 2009 0:40:49 GMT -5
*Conner smiled, happy that she asked. He then created a energy platform which was just as solid as the ground, just as long as Conner was conscious. He flew up there and grabed onto Maron, bringing her to him. He then slowly lowered the platform until they were on the grond. He then smiled and looked down at Maron.*
See, all you had to do was to ask.
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