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IC "Thank you." Lynae took a deep breath and yanked the knife out throwing it down on the ground, lifting her dress to reveal the hole in her stomach. She groaned as some blood leaked out, mostly from her prey that evening, and quickly grabbed the bandage. She quickly dressed her wound, grimacing the whole time. Once she was done, she collapsed into a chair. "Thank you." She repeated softly as she looked at Abigail.
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IC "Let's wait till I'm in my room at least... Can you get the bandages?" She asked as she headed toward her room. "They should be in the top right cabinet in my bathroom..."
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IC "Got hungry." She mumbled as she gently grabbed the arm of her younger companion. "I need to get this knife out and get cleaned up.." She grumbled.
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IC Lynae groaned as she walked in; the adrenaline, having worn off, gave way to the pain of the knife still lodged in her stomach. "####." She grumbled as she walked up the stairs, clutching her stomach. "Can't believe the ###### got it all the way in there..."
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IC Just as Souper had said, Estelle soon arrived in the mess hall, along with William and Spot. She waved to the assorted crew members at the table before grinning at Souper. "Thanks for giving Spot a treat, you big ol' Softy."
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IC "Let's get him... I don't want him cooped up in the room all day. Plus, he loves going to see Souper." She said with a grin, grabbing his hand and quickly hurrying to her room. A few moments later they arrived at her room and retrieved a, more than estatic, Spot. The large slug dog happily woofed as he padded down the hall, already heading toward the kitchen.
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IC Lynae didn't even notice that she had gotten a message, she had found her pray already. She was currently in a darkened alley, her fangs buried into the man's neck as she drank. Lynae had encountered this gentleman in the bar, deciding he was her target when he tried to slip something into her drink. The look on his face when the seemingly drugged Lynae turned on him in the alley was priceless. He did however fight back wildly, using a pocket knife to stab at her in vain.... said pocket knife was now sticking out of her stomach. When she had her fill, she let his body crumple to the ground. "... You shouldn't have struggled, You ruined my nice dress.." She said with a sigh, pulling her car keys that she had picked up from the valet before leaving the bar and quickly made her way to her car, making sure she wouldn't be seen. Time to go home.
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IC Lynae pulled her phone quickly texting Alaric. Got hungry. Left home. Sorry. She sighed softly, sliding it away as she looked across the room.
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IC "Hehe... I don't think that's her priority really." She said as she took his hand and headed toward the kitchen. "Hmm should we bring Spot along?"
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IC She blushed softly as she embraced him backC smiling. "We could go do something fun... Maybe go to the hanger and have a picnic or something?"
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IC She laughed and gently kissed his cheek. "Ding ding ding!" She said with a grin as she rested her head on his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've seen you..." She said softly. "Guess we've been really busy lately."
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IC Lynae had to get out of the house, she was too thirsty not to. She got into her car and hurried toward the city in some tight black dress that would surely get her some attention. She parked in front of some high end bar, threw her keys to the valet, and waltzed inside. The vampire quickly took a seat at the bar and waited. As hungry as she was, she had to be patient.
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IC Estelle said her goodbyes to the Colonel and to Sophie, using the down time to go visit her favorite weapons' officer. She grinned as she arrived on the bridge, walking up behind him and covering his eyes. "Guess who?"
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IC "Colonel, could we please have Ms. Ameli removed from the interrogation room? I feel like she is distracting from the interrogation."
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IC Estelle couldn't help but grin when she heard Ashley put Ameli in her place. She would have to remember to give her a reward for that.
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IC Estelle kept her hand on Chastain, both to restrain and to oddly comfort her as she could tell her friend was upset, as she listened to the man speak. "... Thank you, Mr. Hamilton. Is there anything else you would like to declare?"
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IC "..." Estelle grabbed Chastain's arm to keep her back and forced a smile. "If you want to stay in one piece i think you should watch what you say."
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IC Estelle nodded, pressing her comm button. "I need a glass of water in the interrogation room." With that out of the way, Estelle approached him. "First off, I need your name and former rank. You know, the basics."
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IC "We want to interrogate, not kill him!" Estelle whispered into Chastain's ear before smiling at the prisoner. "I'm Major Walker and this is Lieutenant Colonel Chastain. We are just going to ask you some questions, alright?" She asked the man as she stood by Chastain's side.
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IC Lilliana looked him over before beginning to laugh and laugh hard for that matter. After wiping her eyes, as a few tears had escaped her while laughing, she smiled. "You are quite the joker... Asking me out! Haha, no." She replied icily before turning forward again.
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IC "I wouldn't count on it." Lilliana retorted as she walked in front of the group right as the cab pulled up. She must have looked odd, having traded in her pencil skirt and button up shirt for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that hung off the shoulder. She quickly got into the front of the cab, eyeing the others to make sure they knew that despite the costume change, she was still a teacher.
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IC "That's not an excuse, Vicent. If that happens again, fifty laps after the game. Am I clear?" She said, not waiting for an answer. "Ah, Ms. Kelezaag. You will be our sweeper today."
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IC "Good. Get in goal. I want you to catch every ball before it crossed that goal line. Be aggressive, okay? Scream at the opposing team as they come to you, I don't care." With that, Estelle walked over to Vincent, a very unhappy look in her eyes. "Vincent, look at me. Look at me good, Vince. Do I look happy?"
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IC "No. Soccer is a game of heart and acting. The pros get nominated for osacars sometimes, you know? Now you seem to be quite the aggressor, would you be interested in being a striker? Or... Would you like to put those meaty arms to use and play goal keeper?" She asked with a hand on her hip. "You're pretty big, big guys are good in goal."
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IC Estelle's pink hair was up in a swinging ponytail and she was in black shorts, spandex underneath, and a German soccer jersey. This was it. She was ready, her team was ready. Estelle walked out of her room, bringing her cleats just in case they decided to play real fußball. But this was fun and seemed a lot like home again as Germans had played the sport as long as she could remember and probably would continue to do so. She couldn't lose.... The best she'd take was a tie.
