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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 1629774" data-attributes="member: 11714">-James DunbarNew York, New YorkAugust 2, 2003James has some difficulty moving past the security guard, but he does manage to make it into the hospital unscathed.  There was not that many people in the lobby to avoid as he makes his way to the receptionist’s desk.  The receptionist looks at him with wide eyes for a moment, before typing a few keys on the keyboard.  However, before she could reply, the security guard storms over.“Why such the hurry, young man?”  The guard glares at James, not pleased that he had managed to get by him.(OOC: First attempt to pass through guards square failed (4+16=20), though he succeeded with his second attempt (15+16=31) at the cost of a hero point.)-Mai HoshikoAug. 2, 2003Tokyo, Japan“A human shield?”  The young man laughed.  “I happen to like children.  Is that so bad?”  His eyes narrowed slightly as Black Star denounced him for his methods.  “Actually, I only truly wish to harm one person here.  But you are starting to make me angry, and I burn things when I get angry.There were twelve other people in the car with them, all of who were looking at the young man in terror.  If the fighting started, most of them would no doubt try and run away.  But there was the complication of a young woman, who had to be restrained by one of the other passengers, presumably to keep her from charging the bad guy to take back the child.-Watching Cloud RiceMadison, WisconsinAug. 2, 2003“I suppose you could call me a contractor,” Mr. Hansen said, with a knowing smile.  He was about to say more, but was quickly cut off.“That reminds me, Greg and I have some… important business matters to discuss,” Mr. Rice said quickly.  He got to his feet, and gave Mr. Hansen a look.  “Congratulations Cloud.  And great dinner, honey, thanks.  Mr. Hansen, why don’t you join me in my study?”Mr. Hansen was surprised at Mr. Rice’s outburst, but shrugged.  “Of course.”-Jonn Birkey and Marcus StevensPittsburgh, PennsylvaniaAugust 2, 2003“Please hurry!” the female voice yelled from the other side of the door.Proton flew up over the doorway, and Tank found a place slightly to the right of the door.  Once everyone was in position, Rumble swiped the card through the card reader and waited for a breathless moment for the door to slide to one side.  But it did not open.  The card reader beeped once, and the red light flashed a few times, but nothing else happened.</blockquote>

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