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Jehezekel glanced despairingly at the three full barrels of glass he had collected. There was at least twice that much already on the ground, and more collecting. He resumed cleaning-up the glass.

Unfortunately for Jehezekel, the purgers rounded the corner, caught him, and threw him into Crazy's window...

*CRASH* Jehezekel hurtled through Crazy's window, his cloak wrapping around him. *THUD* he hit the floor.
Crazy watched in amusement as Jehezekel got untangled, bowed, and started cleaning up the broken glass.

This post has been edited by Jehezekel: 03 March 2007 - 09:45 AM

Crazy looked in astonishment as a window suddenly appeared in the wall, where no window had been before. Seconds later Jehezekel flew through it, head first.
As he cleaned up the broken glass, Crazy phoned to get her window repaired.

*OoC* I have a bad feeling about this... *BiC*

453 was wandering around, searching for a friend to bug, when she noticed her dust bunny followers fading away. "Poisonous ratlizards," she cursed, "someone's been cleaning around here! Is no one considerate of maintaining a hospitable environment for our dear friends, the dust bunnies?"

"It's okay, Miss Nummy, we don't mind the clean floor!" said one of the adorable napkin-girl-golems.

"Don't call me that," 453 responded. "Where do you think our fellow Cytherans are, dears?"

"I hear someone coming now!" announced another napkin-golem sweetly.

453 listened, but it wasn't just footsteps she heard, she also heard evil laughter. Her eyes widened as she realized what was going on. "The Inner Circle is enacting some sort of evil plan!" she exclaimed. She and the napkin-girl-golems turned and ran for their dear lives, knowing that if they took death lightly, their beloved moderator might well come over to lock the thread.

This post has been edited by BreadWorldMercy453: 03 March 2007 - 11:30 PM

Ledstjärna wandered in, looking lost. The young man read the sign on the front desk and was overcome by curiosity, so he rang the bell. He was shocked when a small creature fluttered in, a malicious gleam in its papery little eyes.

"Do you actually give papercuts?" he asked, and the papery little thing nodded. "But I don't want any. I just want to know where I am."

"Too bad," she replied, and advanced with sharp paper edges raised. Ledstjärna fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a paperclip, which he used to clip her edges together.

"That's better," he said. Hearing the sound of breaking glass, he followed the direction it came from to see if there was anyone there that could help him out.

Secretary was not pleased to be paper-clipped, and spent the next hour figuring out how to get it off.
~~
Jehezekel quickly finished cleaning up the glass, and dumped it in a trash-bin. He left before the repairer arrived.

As the window-repair man left, Crazy sauntered out of her room. About a hundred metres down the corridor, she saw Selax, Katerei and cache running towards her, shouting war-cries.
"Uh oh. I think it's a purge." Crazy said to herself, then realizing they were probably after her, ran for her life in the other direction.
Rounding a corner, she bumped into a young man who was looking lost. She recognised him as Ledstjärna, a new member to the CCC.
"Excuse me..." he started, but she interrupted by shouting dramatically, "It's a purge! Run for your life!"

cache awoke with a snort. "Huh? Wazzat? Whatami doing out here? A purge, you say? Oh, very well."

With a shrug, he threw himself out the nearest window.

Chaos was erupting across the CCC, and 453 had no idea who was still within the windows and who had been thrown out. Still she ran, the walls blurring beside her and she wondered if she had any idea where she was going.

"Miss Nummy, STOP!" screamed her loyal followers, the napkin-girl-golems.

"I can't!" 453 panted, "they'll catch me, they'll throw me out a window! I hear people being thrown out windows-"

"No, Miss Nummy, someone has taken a shortcut-"

BAM! 453 fell to the floor as she collided with someone approaching from the opposite direction. "Sely!" she exclaimed. She noticed a pillow on the floor nearby, and she picked it up, whacking it at Sely.

Sely dodged the pillow expertly and laughed, having too much experience with fighting 453. "Is that the best you can do?" he asked, and spammed her with wiki-links.

453 screamed in agony and tackled Sely. Sely counter-tackled and pinned 453 to the floor. 453 grabbed the pillow again and whacked Sely in the head, but in her attack she had let her guard down; and Sely used that opportunity to toss her carelessly out the nearest window.

"Miss Nummy!" the napkin-girls gasped, their "eyes" wide in horror. Not being able to bare to see what their leader had landed on, they looked to Sely rather than at the window. One napkin-girl took a step forward, "Mister Sely, you may not be afraid of napkins, but you should be. We're going to teach you a lesson about tackling girls and throwing them out windows."

This post has been edited by BreadWorldMercy453: 05 March 2007 - 08:19 PM

Ragnar0k looked up from his desk, pencil in hand he had been in the process of writing a truly great story that was sure to impress Valy when the sounds of screams and breaking glass carried from the hall through his slightly open door. With a sigh of aggravation he stood to see what this was all about, pacing passed a mountain of empty water bottles to reach his door.

What he saw shook him to his core. The building was in chaos, which was pretty normal, but during this commotion Selax threw 453 through a window of their very high office building. Ragnar0k’s eyes went wide as the Purger squared off against several little girls made of paper. A second Purger separated from the group, unleashing a shrill war cry before charging straight down the hall. The young man arched an eyebrow at Katerei’s swift approach, and promptly slammed his heavy door shut which was followed by a muffled thud.

He turned away and walked over to his closet. Teams of Purgers came in groups of three, yet he had only seen two of them so far, what had happened to their third man? Ragnar0k shook his head, it didn’t matter. Opening the door to his closet he pressed his hand against a small metal plate that quickly scanned his palm and brought out the next security measure with a pleasant chime. A monitor appeared on the wall with a small keypad underneath:

Preparing access to Armory Alpha Omega…

Please input command password…

With a quick look over his shoulder to ensure his fingers weren’t watched the young man hurriedly typed:

* * * * * * * *

A second chime sounded, this one more enjoyable than the first, and then a sultry female voice spoke through some hidden speaker:

“Initiating final security protocol…

Please state your password for voice verification.