Rocky finally gets a day out of the lair...

July 19, 1998
Rocky/ Myriad/Blackdagger/Gild

Rochelle: *She sits there, almost too quietly, on one of the couches. In appearance she seems relaxed, vegging out, in reality she is poised, waiting for her prey to reappear in the lair.. he'll come back, he ain't going to leave his girly friend for long.. in the meantime she will sit and wait...and watch.*

MYRIAD: -=- He yawned again, blinking up from his sleeping bag, poisoned in the living room. A few blurry figures were scattered about he identified one as the couch. Blinking and yawning again, finally standing. not even saying hello To Rochelle, as he searched though his things for a clean set of clothes. Scratching and wandering towards the shower, bathing there, falling back asleep a few times. Finally dragging himself out of the shower and toweling himself off. THEN he noticed how quiet Rochelle was being. He blinked and though.. perhaps the brat was asking his advice. He put on his deodorant, brushed his teeth, and totally neglected his hair. It looked the same no matter what a red pile atop his head. Finally he emerged, tossing his dirty things in a hamper, waving to a kid he recognize and headed towards the door. Since he had been at the Lair, he rarely went out, but tonight was different. It was a promotional night at the Game Galleria for the new chromium platinum golden super deluxe edition of the Nintendo 86. He HAD to go try it, perhaps buy one and a few games. Walking past Rochelle offering a small wave, and wandering towards the door. Noting he was already starting to perspire. Blinking and unlocking the door, calling back to Windrazor he was ;leaving it open, because it was too fucking hot, and walking out. Hoping then on his bike, he leaned against the garage and pedaling away.. slowly towards The Mall and the Game Galleria. -=-

Rochelle: *she notices the carrot top get up and basically ignores him, her intent focused on waiting out gild...she had a score to settle with, him and the warden...she blinks, coming out of her almost trance-like state, only just catching the end of the wave. She catches you shouted comment to Windrazor and a smile crosses her face... I'm outta here!... after a quick look around to make sure she wasn't being watched too obviously, she stands, stretches then reaches for her pack of smokes. she light one up, crumples up the empty pack throwing it on the floor, then proceeds towards the door. Ready to make a dash if anyone tries to stop her*

BLACKDAGGER: ~*~ He sat, poised at the Mall's Food Galleria. One hand he had a hot dog the other, he had a ''Watch she was starting at intently. Eating a bit more of the processed food, before letting his eyes flicker up towards the Game Galleria. There was one there, not a high priority, not the one he was sent to get. He waited a bit longer, careful not to jump the gun. Following his orders to a T. Watching the bleeper, and waiting. Like a predator would stalk it's prey. ~*~

MYRIAD: -=- He finally arrived at the Game Galleria with no problem, he ditched his bike outside and groaned at the line to get in. He blinked and sighed standing there waiting, brushing his hair aside a few times, deciding he needed it cut, and soon. Watching a few girls pass, those catching his eye, leaning a bit far back in line giving each a handsome smile. They kind of scoffed and walked on. Blinking and re-entering the line, scratching his head a bit then shrugging. Then standing on his tip toes to try to catch a glimpse of this new game system -=-

Rochelle: *as she steps outside she breathes deeply, grateful to finally get outside.. with hurried steps she heads down the block, turning out of sight at the first corner. She stops to get her bearings then begins to laugh as she realizes that she was only a few blocks from where they grabbed her...her laughter is abruptly cut short as she remembers the envelope she carries, the one she discretely picked up after her argument with Geoff. She warily casts her gaze about...she needs to find out what’s up, that means she needs a phone.. the more public the better...she turns and heads towards the nearby mall*

MYRIAD: -=- He shifted his weight a few times, uncomfortably, looking back at his bike though the dual glass doors, not afraid someone would rip it off. Blinking then, having a wicked Idea. Whistling a bit, waltzing over towards the public bathrooms, and ducking inside, a huge grin on his face, and he slowly stepped in a stall, and with a bright flash of light made another one of himself. Raising a brow the copy KNOWING what he wanted. They copy saying -=- SO you want ME to stand in line while YOU go relax? You'll owe me buddy.. BIG.. -=- Mark just shrugged and nodded a bit talking to himself. -=- Yeah, yeah whatever.. now go quick before the line gets ANY longer! -=- Shooing him out of the stall, and then both boys blinking as a large burly man simply blinks at them.. watching them and shaking his head. -=- Um we're twins GOTTA GO! -=- Mark pulling the copy out of the bath room then pushing it towards the Line the copy saying -=- Geezus I am lazy.. -=- Looking back at Mark who was making his was non discreetly towards the outside awaiting the copy to come back with he game. Leaning against the bike when outside and then lighting a smoke. Smiling, this was going well. Noting the pay phones about 25 feet from him, only because there was a cute girl talking on one. -=-

BLACKDAGGER: ~*~ He blinked as his register read the Unnatural move to the bathroom, and then the readings went off the scale, bleeping and whirring. He blinked, and nearly choked on his hot dog. Blinking over seeing the RUNner exit the restroom, and .. the same runner behind him. Just blinking watching the two boys, one down-ridden the other happy and near skipping towards the exit. Moving then, slowly though the crowd of people towards the one in line, blinking as his scanner picked up NO Unnatural DNA from the child. Blinking standing a few feet away, watching the kid, mumble to himself and occasionally look thought he line formed around the platinum super gold deluxe edition of the Nintendo 86 ~*~

Rochelle: *she turns the corner to where the pay phones are her eyes constantly scanning the area, She sees Mark and stops dead, quickly covering by digging around for a quarter…maybe he doesn't know...if he does who cares? He can't haul me back…she heads to the pay phone farthest from him, appearing totally oblivious to him*

Geoff : *Well, they finally let that -bitch- Rocky out of the LAIR... Perhaps things would get a little quieter now that she's gone.... Why the hell any of them ever insisted that she should be there is quite beyond him. Her tune still hadn't changed after the invasion either. All about that damned package... She just -didn't- seem to get that the regular ''hitmen'' rules do -NOT- apply to R.UN.ners.... Hell, Alan could probably take all the hitmen her little drug dealer friend had out in a matter of minutes... And that's just an example of -one- of the R.UN.ners. though she hadn't met Alan yet. The two might get along.... After all, they are both pains in the ass.... Anyways.... He's getting a hotdog at the booth across the street... In the guise of a rather stately looking business man. Taking his hotdog off and biting into it. Or, at least he was until he sees ROCKY at a pay phone... Mouthing the words, ''Son of a BITCH.''.... Geoff just couldn't seem to get away from this troublesome little bitch.*

MYRIAD: -=- He inhaled sharply and blinked watching her, not ROCHELLE but her, you know the babe at the phone, nodding and smiling. The girl rolled her eyes and he just blinked. Scratching his head again, speaking low to himself -=- Damn it have I lost it? What happened to all da' girls from High school.. -=- He waved away the thought turning and looking back in the mall door noting an incredibly well built man and a few girls giggling and pointing at him. Little did he know it was Blackdagger. He rose an idle brow, and said, matter of factly. -=- All muscle no brain I swear. -=-Then blinking back noting an annoying brat, blinking and narrowing his eyes just a bit against the light near him. Quickly turning away, as if he did not notice her at all, Near forcing his copy to come back and get her, he really did not feel like it. -=-//// -=-The copy groaned, looking back over at himself through the glass saying aloud -=- I hate myself -=-blinking then up at this very large man above him, who was starting at him. He blinked and pushed aside the muscle bound freak, who in turn clasped his shoulder, Blinking and looking up, the Hunter, he was not clearly realizing it was a hunter, tsking his tongue. The copy shrugged it's shoulders and stomped it's foot, -=- Aw SHITE Man.. Christ leave me alone! -= And with that the copy vanished. - =-/// -=- Mark blinked and his head swiveled back over to look at Black again, as his copy just vanished. They only did that if... He staggered back knocking over his bike and dropping his smoke -=- Holy shite.. Aw, man why can't they leave me alone?!

BLACKDAGGER : ~*~ He reached out his hand and looked as the kid dissolved, then hearing the same exclamation outside, his eyes flicking to his watch scanner, and he managed a wicked smile. Then he blinked TWO .. yes TWO of them. Ignoring the kids who were staring at him, and the other kid that just was not there anymore, he walked, very slowly towards the dual glass door, to see the RUNNER stumble over his bike and scramble back up, nodding to MYRIAD yelling something to who he thought was the other RUNner. He heard it even though the glass. what the kid yelped~*~ YO.. Rochelle baby.. Um.. SCRAM NOW! ~*~ He simply then smiled a wicked smile, and darted with super human speed and strength though the doors, that The Mall had learned to have open automatically because of such incidences maybe, and toppled on and over at Myriad. ~*~ ~*~ His watch beeped as he picked up another RUNner, this one an IDed one the watch saying ~*~ Gild .. Gild ~*~ As he finally landed ON Mark the boy still staggering backwards, ~*~

Geoff : *Then, as if it wasn't -enough-. He sees the commotion going on to his left. BLACKDAGGER.... And oh man... He looks -pissed-. Never mind that Yvette wasted his bud in the last battle.... Everyone had heard about that in the lair by now. Of course, it's safe for his real jaw to drop open, the stately looking business man type illusion that he's taken on wouldn't even be flinching.... Though, underneath the illusion. He's already got a 9mm out. Looking for his best possible exit... After all, he -did- put a bullet in this guys throat... And he doesn't want him trying to return the favor.*

Rochelle : Myriad: *picks up the phone, drops in her quarter and begins dialing. *she hears the bike drop to the pavement and casually glances over, her attention primarily focused on the call. Just as the phone is answered she hears you hollering at her, not quite hearing the tones* Jesus Christ what do you...* she looks up, in time to watch Blackdagger stumble over you, the phone drops form her hand* what are you..?

BLACKDAGGER : ~*~ Then and there Black's head snapped up, he said quietly, ~*~ Pay back's a bitch~*~ Standing holding Mark by the scruff of the neck, and blinking finally holding the kid in front of him, who was kicking and screaming. He looked at the kid, he was pissed, not only his best bud his only friend wasted by these things. He was on a personal mission to rid the world of them.. ALL. He figured he'd start with he one he had in his hand, ripping off his glove with his teeth , and looking then over, watching to see if though the commotion Gild would show himself. ~*~

Geoff: *Oh yeah..... Gild would show himself alright. But not the way BLACKDAGGER wanted him too.... Creating his second illusion. Himself walking out of the alleyway, seeing Blackdagger holding his friend by the scruff of his collar. Though the illusion stopped in his tracks, the stately business type, which is actually Geoff in disguise. Maneuvers for a really good shot at this asshole pumped up idiot who just keeps - coming- back. GOD! It's like those jaws movies... You think you get rid of him then - BAM-! Back, bigger, and more pissed off than ever.*

Rochelle: Blackdagger: *she watches Mark get hoisted up by his collar...damn kid doesn't know how to fight…who the hell is this over-muscled ape anyhow?...she slowly steps towards Blackdagger* Hey ugly! put the kid down

MYRIAD: -=- He dangled there for a moment looking directly at RCOKY and saying again, before hands encircled his throat -= I SAID -=- he choked ion the words and kicked the man to no avail, screaming again -=- GET OUTTA HERE.... -=- Though he hated her with a passion he would have HATED to seen what they would have done to an unruly bitch like her in the HQ. Kicking again then finally not resisting instead flashing, four consecutive times and four more of him popped out, the original though near a dead faint in the process. The copies blinked, ripping grabbing Mark from Black's grasp. Black staggered backwards, touching a few of the kids, that vanished before he could drain them finally flipping back once BLACK, eyes ROCKY, and wiped off a mild sweat that was forming on his brow. Moving over towards her.. quickly now draining a reserve he obviously gained PRE fight and racing towards her, Mark still woozy, only one copy remained who was trying to help him to his feet -=-

BLACKDAGGER : ~*~ He fails to notice GILD at first his attentions focused entirely on the girl. If that other brat would not be a sufficient shield SHE would be. Then blinking seeing the punk ass kid in his peripheral, right before he would collide with Rocky. ~*~

Rochelle: *watches BLACKDAGGER approach, only allowing a brief glance over at Mark to see if he is okay...her tone mocking, she stands prepared to move* you got a problem?

MYRIAD: -=- He choked his copy then standing fully, blinking as the man disappeared, and reappeared holding Rocky. He was tempted to let him have the brat, but he paused. Looking back at himself on the ground then to her. -=- Hey ASSHOLE put her down... -=- The words barely spoken before he saw a gun pointed directly at HIM.. the real him.. he stepped in the way, while the real mark sat back sputtering and looking up seeing the same thing. The original saying almost the same thing, after all they were the same person -=- Hey ASS HOLE PUT her down.. -=- he blinked a barrel of a gun aimed at his face. Though 25 feet away, still aimed with pinpoint accuracy. Soon the image was blocked by his copy, Who stood there, arms folded over his chest. Mark blinked, and heard then Black talk.. Geoff.. here? His eyes flickered and he saw Gild, well the illusion of him in the alley way. Blinking and turning back, still catching his breath. -=-

Geoff: *But, much like the pigs said to the big bad wolf....* Not by the hair of your chinny chin chin..... Er somethin'. *The illusionary Geoff says. The illusion seeming to fade away as Blackdagger didn't fall for it. Though his one of a stately business man still about him. And now he's mingled in with the crowd that's watching this weirdo holding a gun at one seemingly innocent kid, while the other is held in his hand. Though, from the side view he has, his human shield won't be very effective with his laser sighted 9mm in his hand.*

Rochelle: *shock is the first thing that crosses her mind as she finds a hand clasped firmly around her throat...how could he...no one moves that fast?…as she feels the gun against her temple, she flinches involuntarily...goddamn it! they found me quick, musta known I'd call Scoops...she feels a flash of relief as the gun is swung away from her, then anger begins to consume her as he points it back at Mark* damn kid can't fight, leave him alone! *her anger builds a she realizes that they are apparently being used as decoys... she allows the change come over her. her body becoming bulkier, more awkward to hold, her weight increasing dramatically*

BLACKDAGGER: ~*~ He watched as the illusion dissolved and he contacted HQ the only operational one close enough, in France to hear some French speaking SOB trying to tell him something. He sent though the com link --I need a pinpoint on GILD, Geoff Follows, 18 RUNNER at 49n, 36, e ASAP.-- A few seconds later his watch bleeped something in French too, and held an up-close position of the crowd. He looked at the Runner in his hand ~*~ Damn Runner ~*~ Pulling her tighter and looking at his watch then looking at Gild, directly. He was somewhere in the crowd dead a head of him though not exactly drawn out. Moving again a bit further behind Rocky, kneeling a bit, shielding his head, not too worried about other parts of his body. Watching waiting. His hand moving from her neck to her waist, as he ducked, his gun still aimed at where Mark was lying, the bullet would tear though the kid in front of him AND him at this range ~*~ ~*~ Black blinks looking at her body watching for a long time fascinated. He then replaced his gun, in the holster, it being the ungloved one moving it to her skin. Trying to drain her before it was too late. But his hand fell on skin that was smooth, hard. He blinked and looked up at her trying to trigger his power on what he now felt beneath him.. rock? Solid fucking granite? He blinked and withdrew his hand, trying to keep a grasp of her. Some on-lookers decided it was a show, and applauded, Mark's Copy disappeared, he blinked dumfounded. Reaching then in his pocket retrieving a small containment field and trying to place it on her, but even that slid off the body. He growled a bit, though NOT willing to let her go ~*~

MYRIAD: -= He allowed his copy to vanish and stood, shaking his head, hearing a whistle and applaud from the crowd. This was ridiculous. A few people asking when the next showing was they had missed the beginning, a considerable crowd gathering inside and looking out as well. He rolled his eyes, and stepped back, reaching for his bike, keeping visual with Rock and Black the WHOLE time. -=-

Rochelle: *she allows her weight to fall back into BLACKDAGGER, trying to throw him off balance, her voice sounding coarse, harsh* Let me go!

MYRIAD: -=- He blinked as he then and only then noticed ROCKY's body had turned to .. well something else! He just blinked, oh man a small thought though the confusion and chaos, he was not gonna let her live this down.. not one of them indeed, -=-

Geoff: *He grumbles a little something to himself. Something about Damned Hunters and their cheating gadgets. Oh well, he was big, there was enough of him to shoot at around ROCKY. Why not. He makes himself appear. Dropping the guise of illusion. Knowing that all the speed the weirdo has been using has to have dropped his power reserve level... His 9mm dancing about as he shoots BLACKDAGGER a few crazy eyed looks. Sorta like Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon series....* It appears.... You and me got a lil stand off goin' on eh weirdo!? I can put this bullet here any place I want.... You on the other hand have to shoot around a girl. *Getting a rather pondering look to his face.* Who you think can hit who better? *Not to mention the fact that GEOFF is naturally super fast as one of his powers, so his doesn't expend energy.* Put the girl down and we can talk about this Scumbag, that being you of course. To hero, that being -Moi-.

BLACKDAGGER: ~*~ His back was against a wall, so all she did was crush him there a bit. He blinked and huffed as the wind escaped his lungs. He gripped tighter, his arm getting sliced on some smooth and sharp parts, though it re-healed instantly.. and painfully. He winced, as he was crushed between her and the wall. Blinking again, but NOT letting go if this prize he had found. A few more people clapped, and ohhed at it all ~*~

Rochelle: *She grabs hold of the arm encircling her and forcefully rips it away from her* bastard!

BLACKDAGGER : ~*~ He smiled then at Gild. if he HAD to he'd dip into his OWN reserve to get into him... his OWN life force, which was replenishable at the nearest human if he so desired. He peered at him from behind Rocky, not noticing a few more flashes of light to his left. Still holding her just as tightly, the cuts cutting rehealing though a bit of his blood trickled to her, over her solid body, staining the clothes she was wearing. ~*~ Shoot me.. I dare you.. ~*~ His head then again out of range of Gild, suppressing a groan under the girls weight. Taking another small burst and pushing her aside or TYRING to in any effect. ~*~

Geoff : *Getting this rather dejected look on his face.* Awwww.... But Blackie.... I been there done that already.... Or have you forgotten about that li’l tracheotomy I gave you a while back? That’s what all muscle and no brains gets you. Only fools reach for the illusionary waters in the deserts. *Meaning how he reached for the weapon in the mall, and got the other 9mm in the throat for it.* I mean, I have to give you credit for being a good hunter as far as the sneaking goes.... But trying to sneak up on a thief....*He Tsks a bit.* Now that was really dumb. *Of course, all this was stalling. Himself having the presence of mind to -see- the flashes out of the corner of his eye.*

Rochelle: Black: *she gladly escapes your grasp when the opportunity arises. She turns and faces you. Her jade green eyes burning cold hatred, her voice soft, barely audible but still holding a harsh sharp edge* No one touches me.

MYRIAD : -=- the few flashes of light were indeed Myriad. There again was a few more copies, they were hard to maintain for any length of time. He was panting a bit out of breath and near passing out. Damn his power really sucked he thought, watching the scene, as one of him walked over towards Black and Rocky, approaching the opposite side that Gild was on. standing there, devilish grin painted on his face. calling -=- Hey Geoff, I think He's wetting his pants! -=- The crowd cheered again and the copy looked at Rocky -=- I TOLD you to get out of the way.. would you listen? -=- Then pausing, looking finally at her heaving a breath and unfolding his arms concern filled his eyes. Finally he just stood there, watching Black, very un afraid. The grin still etched in his lips. -=-

BLACKDAGGER: ~*~ He blinked, obviously out numbered, and he was not a fool. He pulled back his arm and grinned, standing fully, towering over her, and glancing. he was indeed surrounded. Calling the COM for back up to get the French speaking mother fucker. Looking back at GILD, and rubbing his throat ~*~ Is /that/ what that was? I'm sorry I failed to notice.. ~*~ He rose a brow tapping his watch, and he vanished as simple as that, the crowd at this point hollering and cheering, a few girls going up to Gild asking for Autographs, and such. He reappeared at HQ, nodding to POLE and DAYRE. he was not afraid of failure and more at this point, He could care less what the RUNners thought of him, he went instead directly to the techie chamber, and looked at the Frenchie, saying the bastard needed to learn English. Pausing then, still pumped. But pulling up a seat, starting the new paper work, the location of all three runners, and the time and date, the situation, his withdrawal. He finished it in about an hour, and though it was a failure it still impressed the higher ups. He had lasted that long.. no back up, and knew when to pull out. He was getting better at this.. every day. ~*~

MYRIAD: -=- The copy simply blinks and shrugs saying -=- What a coward.. -=- Finally looking over to Rocky, taking a small tentative step, blinking at what she became -=- SO you DON'T Just turn your piss green! -=- He smiled a bit tilting his head, placing a finger along side his chin, then blinking suddenly.. turning to GILD -=- Man you know they'll be back going though this place with a fine toothed comb.. I say we amscray.. Like ten minutes ago Mi Amigo.

Geoff : *Though, if Blackdagger was still there, he would have countered with,''Oh, you coulda fooled me. the look on your face and you immediate withdrawal from the fight was rather impressive for a man who wasn't hurt.'' But he disappeared. Ah well.... Maybe his partner’s death was a bit more than he could handle... After all, he was attempting to face off against the great GILD.... and, he happily signs autographs for the adoration of the women who flock to him... Smiling that o-so-daring smile he is known for. A rogue to be sure, at least, that’s what he thinks of himself. Looking over to MYRIAD.* Hey, you alright Mark?

Rochelle: * She approaches BLACKDAGGER, every intention of doing serious harm then stops as he abruptly vanishes, she blinks a few times looking around in bewilderment*

Geoff : *Nodding to his friends suggestion.* My sentiments exactly compadre. Ousting is definitely a first time go here....*And, with a bit of flair, as he loves it, he whirls his 9mm a few times and holsters it quickly enough so that all can see. but enough so that his feat could easily be compared to any of the wild west figures.*

MYRIAD : -=- The original waves him away, still very out of breath, the copies dissolve into nothing. A few girls, better looking ones too flock to him, asking him to autograph a few things, he waves them away reaching for his bike, which was now bent. He stares at it and throws it down more than a bit pissed. Still breathing heavily, and nodding again -=- Yeah M'fine.. - =- Resting his hands on his knees, sweat streaming form him, as if he had just ran a huge race. A few moments later he forced himself to stand upright, offering a wean smile, and all but ignoring ROCKY, for the time being. -=- -=- Finally he looks at Rocky, still occasionally taking deep breaths and tossing aside his red sweat filled hair -=- you coming... or.. you gonna pull another Houdini and try making it on yer own.. eh? -=- pointing th where Black had been -=- is still prolly in training from what I hear... -=- Looking at her then standing fully, arching his back again, and shaking his head, tired very tired like -=- aw hell do what you want you do anyway.. --= walking then slowly to Gild's side -=- Okay Mon ami, le’s go

Geoff : *He walks over to MARK. Patting him on the back and smiling.* Ahhh.... You an' me make a helluva team dude. Maybe we should go on the WWF, or maybe the WCW... We would CLEAN UP! *Snickering slightly, waving his hand around at people with one arm around MARK as though he were presenting him with the world.* AND WE ALREADY HAVE FANS! *Ignoring ROCKY as well, she didn't want to be part of the group therefore she wouldn't be treated as one. For all he really cared Black could have wasted her troublesome ass... He was concerned about his friend.*

Geoff : *But, as Rocky reaches for his collar, he takes a lightening fast step back. so fast indeed that his bandanna tails are left in the dust, snapping to catch up with him.* Hey hey hey! Don't -touch- the personage. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever. *Shaking his finger at her. Easily five steps away before the statement is finished.*

MYRIAD : -=- He watched Geoff and turned back looking at Rocky --=- I think she has a '' Crush '' on you dude.. -=- he leaned over tapping Geoff on the shoulder-=- Get it rock crush?! HA! -=- wiping a pretend tear from his eye, his voice still strained -=- I kill me

Geoff : *looking over at him... The joke was good, though he's a bit non-plussed that he would -even- joke about this fish smelling hoe liking him.* Hahahahahh...*Obviously mock laughter.* Yeah, I kill you too..... Make yerself small and look up some skirts whydoncha? *Grinning at this prospect.* You know... there are definite advantages to being able to do that...

Rochelle: I know... *simply stated, yet the threat obvious, her cold eyes watching…waiting, whether for an explanation or an action is uncertain*

Gild: *Looking at ROCKY and her cryptic response...* You.....you know what? Thatyerobviouslyaderangedanddelusionalwomanwhodoesn'tknowvirtualrealityjuststruck?* All said in one breath.*

MYRIAD: -=- He tapped his chin -= YOU KNOW there would be but.. I dear Jeff, am a gentleman -=- He barely could contain his laughter then he looked over -=- You know NOT bad idea but the damned clone would get all tha action.. -=- Shrugs and winks at a few of the passing ladies, waving a the busty blonde one. The crowd still had not ebbed, he shifted his weight again a bit nervous. -=- Yo dude, sack tha bitch and lets get going I don't feel like getting my head blown to a fine red mist today.. kay? -=- Watching as the sea of faces still oohed and ahhed, pointing and staring. -=-