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Date Posted: 01:26:46 12/15/01 Sat
Author: ..Sisco..
Subject: ..Weakend..
In reply to: Pucherol 's message, "*Pucherol attempts to move out of the way of the bullets shot at her, but one grazes her side. She clutches it in pain, but has no time to worry about it, as she sees her sister in trouble. With out even thinking, she closes her eyes, disappearing, then teleporting stealthily next to Sisco. She kicks the gun out of Cyprine's mouth, then attempts to kick Sisco roughly in the stomach.* Pucherol: Get the hell away from her. *She reaches down at Sisco's neck, attempting to throw her off Cyprine.*" on 06:27:55 12/14/01 Fri

..As energy ball hits, her eyes go wide, yet she stays statonary until the light fades from Cyprine's hand, then doubles over, gun retracted from her mouth and pressed against her frame, face contorted in pain. Percherol's kick misses it's mark, ending at her chin instead. Caught unaware, she falls back, landing on the cement with a sickening crack. She lays there, the wind knocked out of her, struggling to breathe reguarly. As Percherol wraps her hands around her sensitive neck, her left hand flys to Perchrol's wrist, struggling, in vain, to loosen her grip. As her breathing becomes more stressed, her other hand comes up to Percherol's brest bone, loaded gun in hand. With one last desperate gasp, she pulls the trigger, the shot unavoidable..

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Amendment >> -- Britt/Sisco, 02:38:54 12/15/01 Sat
- *Malachite spots Rio skimpering off, he grabs her by her other arm.* I told you bitch! move once more and i'll slice your head off! *He screams, his katana nearing her neck,* I told you all!!!! Leave here! Stop fighting....and this pretty little thing won't die!!! (NT) -- Malachite, 08:33:54 12/15/01 Sat
  - *Pissed now* -- Britt, 22:36:20 12/15/01 Sat
    - By the way... -- Britt, 13:27:20 12/16/01 Sun