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Post by Seven on Jan 24, 2009 20:00:21 GMT -5
I blink. Ok, I think I get it. I go over to the strange machine, worried I must have set off some sort of alarm system. I look the machine over, trying to figure out what I should do.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 25, 2009 1:47:17 GMT -5
When you take hands off the man again the beeping stops.
The machine is completely alien to you.
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Post by Seven on Jan 26, 2009 12:53:52 GMT -5
I have no freaking idea what I should be doing. I look around the desk searching for a paper and a pen. Or maybe just a pen. Or any writing utensil for that matter.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 26, 2009 16:51:55 GMT -5
You find nothing.
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Post by Seven on Jan 26, 2009 18:22:04 GMT -5
"Shit," I curse to myself, before turning back to the man. "Can you try to mime what happened to you? There's not a pen in sight."
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Post by Rojo on Jan 27, 2009 10:52:58 GMT -5
The man pauses, then points to the machine and then to his chest, then mimes pulling something away from his body, then explosive moments, then he puts an invisible gun to his head and goes limp. Then he mimes putting a key in a lock.
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Post by Seven on Jan 27, 2009 21:21:41 GMT -5
I watch, trying to remain objective, though it's difficult. It sounds like this man has been through the plot line of a Saw movie. A key? I pause. I have two keys. I pull them both out, showing them to him.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 28, 2009 10:27:52 GMT -5
The man shakes his head.
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Post by Seven on Jan 28, 2009 12:40:11 GMT -5
I sigh, putting them back into my pocket. "Are you lethally wounded anywhere?"
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Post by Rojo on Jan 28, 2009 13:24:39 GMT -5
Another shake answers you.
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Post by Seven on Jan 28, 2009 13:27:55 GMT -5
"Ok...that's good." I sigh again. "Alright, I'm not quite sure what that little machine on you does. Do you know?"
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Post by Rojo on Jan 28, 2009 13:30:37 GMT -5
The man gives a highly sarcastic patronizing nod.
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Post by Seven on Jan 28, 2009 13:32:19 GMT -5
I pull the gun on him. "Hey, I'm trying to help you. But I don't have to stand for your attitude." I glare menacingly. I'm already under enough stress. I don't need to deal with an asshole.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 28, 2009 13:33:44 GMT -5
The man gives you a withering look.
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Post by Seven on Jan 28, 2009 13:36:07 GMT -5
I continue to glare, not putting the gun down. "So. What exactly does that do?" I say, slightly jerking my head in the direction of the machines.
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