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Artell
Jun 16, 2009 6:11:40 GMT -5
Post by Alisa Stevens on Jun 16, 2009 6:11:40 GMT -5
Jim's hands were shaking. Picking the lock was suddenly a lot more complicated than it had been when practicing. He shifted weight to his other knee.
"Jim, what is it?" Virgil asked, trying to keep an eye on both ends of the corridor.
"Just the shakes, just the shakes", Jim muttered and breathed in, breathed out. He steadied his hand and focused.
"I need you to concentrate, Jim."
"I am concentrating! Now shut up and let me work."
And then in a flash of revelation the lock yielded its secrets to him. With a pleasing *click* the bolt snapped back and released the door. Jim stood up and marvelled at his handicraft for a moment before twisting the knob.
The corridor was suddenly bathed in red light.
"God damnit! I'll kill him! I swear to God I'll kill him!" Virgil screamed. "Let's go Jim! Move!"
The words echoed in Jim's head as he scampered after him, a slim consolation: "It's not illegal if the President orders it..."
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Artell
Jun 16, 2009 10:29:32 GMT -5
Post by The Administrator on Jun 16, 2009 10:29:32 GMT -5
Accepted, you're welcome to post character profiles if you care to, now.
(or in your case, contact me over IRC.)
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