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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 14:26:53 GMT -4
Mark walked slowly down the hallway in the math wing, hands in his pockets. He paused to look in every room, then continued on.
There was a tear in his jacket and he seemed pretty mad. He was looking for someone he knew would be around here somewhere since other people didn't come here much anyway.
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 14:29:02 GMT -4
Soltis walked out of a class, with his homework for the day, he was just about the only person there. He was heading to his room, when he saw Mark.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 14:31:38 GMT -4
Mark glared at Soltis.
"Well, speak of the devil, just the freak I was looking for.."
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 14:37:57 GMT -4
"... Well I am not going to talk to you." He said as he walked by Mark, "I thought we are not suppose to be within 25 feet of each other?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 14:41:28 GMT -4
"Don't worry, I'm getting the hell away as soon as I'm done. But first I need to be close enough to kill you." he said as he pulled out a nasty looking knife and stabbed at Soltis.
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 14:44:16 GMT -4
"What?" he said as he saw the knife. He raised his arm, and blocked it. "Why are you trying to kill me?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 14:47:26 GMT -4
Mark pulled his arm back and stabbed again.
"Because you ripped my jacket!"
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 14:54:57 GMT -4
"That is idiotic reason to kill me." He said as he blocked the knife again.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 14:58:20 GMT -4
"You freaks don't get anything, why the hell did they even let you in here?" he said, and continued stabbing at Soltis, then suddenly kicked him where it hurts.
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 15:00:33 GMT -4
"OOF!" He grunted as he was kicked there. "If you want to kill me, then at least I will die a man, you will be a little freak for the rest of your life." He looked at him as his eyes were turning.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 17:31:15 GMT -4
"Do I look like I care?" he said and stabbed Soltis in the neck.
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 11, 2009 17:56:35 GMT -4
Soltis took the knife in the neck. It was painful. He closed his eyes as he lost conciseness. He just laid there.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 11, 2009 17:59:00 GMT -4
Mark pulled the knife out of Soltis' neck and hurried down the hallway. Time to clear the crime scene. He headed for the Art & Club wing.
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Post by Aeyara on Nov 11, 2009 18:37:48 GMT -4
Less than an hour later (Guess people REALLY don't go to the Math wing often)
Aeyara stood near Soltis' dead body, which was covered by a sheet. She shook her head.
"Damn it, I was talking to him just earlier today! Who the hell would kill him?!" she exclaimed, even though in her mind there was only one answer. She summoned three of the dead and ordered them;
"Find Mark Dimond and bring him to the principals office, immediatly."
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Nov 11, 2009 20:05:32 GMT -4
(Ooh, that's what you meant...)
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