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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:27:12 GMT -5
She wouldn't exactly be successful, since her legs were tied. The cop began to rip at her shirt.
Roger went to check on Unicorn.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:28:43 GMT -5
Noa struggled. Her kicks were worthless. She had no idea what to try now.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:30:38 GMT -5
The cop tore her shirt as much as he needed to, beginning to violently grope her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:33:03 GMT -5
She sat up abruptly, attempting to ram her head into his again.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:33:51 GMT -5
The cop forced her back down, continuing right on with what he was doing.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:35:16 GMT -5
At this point she just had to have hope another officer would do something once the Zodiarts were dealt with, or that the swordsman would help.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:38:32 GMT -5
The door went flying away, and Roger reached in, pulling the cop off of Noa and out of the car. He had reverted to his human appearance, but still had his mask on.
"Why were you assaulting the lady?" Roger asked, his voice deathly cold. The other cops finally noticed something was happening right behind them.
"She was insulting the force!" The guy said, practically choking.
"And this is grounds to assault a defenseless woman!?" Roger asked, slamming the cop against the car.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:41:08 GMT -5
Noa was thankful that he had helped her, but now she just lay there and hoped that she'd get out of this soon.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:43:53 GMT -5
"I-I'm sorry!" The cop said.
"You are worse than those two monsters I just killed! I should kill you right now, but I will not. You will live with your crime." Roger said, picking him back up and throwing him to the ground in front of the awestruck cops. Roger pulled out a short blade and cut the tape around Noa's ankles, pulling her from the car and peeling the tape off her lips. "Are you okay, miss?" Roger asked.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:45:10 GMT -5
"More or less," she told him, covering herself as best as she could.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:46:29 GMT -5
He cut the tape from her wrists. The other cops, after a moment of awe, moved in and arrested the cop.
"Are you hurt?" Roger asked.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:50:01 GMT -5
"I'll be fine," she told him.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:53:39 GMT -5
"You sure?" Roger asked, sheathing the blade. He began to inspect Noa's body for wounds.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 10, 2013 0:54:19 GMT -5
"I'm sure," she told him, keeping herself covered.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 10, 2013 0:56:43 GMT -5
Roger continued his inspection.
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