ooc: I'm here, but with two of my characters waiting for T-nex and the thread growing by several long and difficult-to-read posts almost every day I haven't replied much. Plus, as Dripik said, exams, revision, exams, exams, life, exams.
Jim looked around. "Well there's no one here, so any food we want we have to get ourselves, and I'm not much of a cook." He was feeling a little better now, Bonty's joke had lightened the mood somewhat. He pulled a few coins out of his loin cloth and sorted through them. "If you know the right places to look you'd be surprised what people drop. No one seems to think much of the little coins, but get enough and you're sorted." He began pushing coins into the vending machine and slammed a button. Two scrab cakes dropped out and Jim handed his friend one.
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Stivik glared angrilly at Dean as he ran ahead. This was not what he'd wanted when he'd thought of bossing the muds about and was finding himself more stressed than when he started.
And if that wasn't bad enough his box started vibrating. Glancing around to chekc he was alone, he flipped it open and played the message he'd been sent.
"This is President Griatch contacting 67322. Contact me via fone immediately."
And that was the worst news all day. Griatch was the head of the whole spy organisation. Whatever he had to say was probably something Stivik didn't want to hear. He turned and hurried to the security office.
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Dionysia was getting somewhat bored with waiting. Damn that filthy Mud.
Insecure didn't really scratch the surface of what she felt. Knowing her life was in danger if the brat found out what she was put her on edge and she wouldn't feel confident unless that girl was in her sight at all time.
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