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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 26, 2013 0:03:45 GMT -5
He had given it a few minutes, so he called again as he headed in the direction of the set of dorms she was in.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 26, 2013 0:05:28 GMT -5
Since her arms were disabled, Frank answered the phone and held it up to Deanna's ear. "Hi." Deanna said, holding the phone with her shoulder as Frank began taping her ankles quietly.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 26, 2013 0:06:56 GMT -5
"It's been a few minutes," he said, "I'm coming to make sure you're fine."
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 26, 2013 0:11:40 GMT -5
"Oh, you don't need to. I'm okay." Deanna said. Frank looked up, an expression of concern on his face.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 26, 2013 0:12:55 GMT -5
"Deanna, do you want to go on a date sometime soon?" he asked.
If she said 'yes', he'd know something was wrong. Or maybe he'd just take crap for that, and there was nothing wrong. But he was concerned for his friend.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 26, 2013 0:18:00 GMT -5
Deanna was taken aback by the question. She hesitated, and said, "Well, I'll see you there soon. Don't worry, I'm fine." Frank hung up the phone for her and immediately plastered a piece of tape over her mouth, before wheeling her into the closet. "I'll get my rank back, like it or not, bitch." Frank said, getting up close to her face. "And I may just have to kill your friend." Deanna's eyes widened.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 26, 2013 7:43:51 GMT -5
He stopped.
This was confusing now. He figured if there was something wrong, she'd have said no. They had had a conversation like this the day they fought the Grongi.
Well...now what?
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Post by Deanna Prato on Mar 3, 2013 20:16:03 GMT -5
"Y'know, if I were to kill your friend anyway, it would put my rank back up to my old spot. And once you're out of the picture, it would go up even further." Frank said, getting in close to Deanna's face. "I think I'll do that." He closed her into the closet and left her in the dark, propping another chair up against the door, before going. He went down the stairs and stormed across campus, a man on a mission.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Mar 3, 2013 20:17:08 GMT -5
Hunter was still halfway between the dorms and the place he and Deanna went to, not sure where he should go. He was probably going to check on her, though.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Mar 3, 2013 20:18:19 GMT -5
Frank saw Hunter and charged him, knife at the ready.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Mar 3, 2013 20:19:04 GMT -5
He saw Frank, but didn't know what to make of him.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Mar 3, 2013 20:20:57 GMT -5
Once he got within range, Frank swiped at him with the knife, his expression showing his boiling rage.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Mar 3, 2013 20:22:02 GMT -5
"Shit," Hunter muttered, moving back, but having his shirt cut open, bleeding.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Mar 3, 2013 20:24:33 GMT -5
"Once I get rid of both of you, I'll go up two ranks!" Frank said, pressing the attack.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Mar 3, 2013 20:25:49 GMT -5
Hunter dodged, but got another cut. That hurt like hell, but he had to get back.
Going on a jog that evening, Nick saw what was going on, and hurried over.
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