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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 5, 2014 18:46:04 GMT
Andy was walking home, Gir running happily about his feet, black tipped tail wagging.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 1:53:09 GMT
Heather was lurking in the shadows on he side of Andy's house. She waited patiently, clutching the handle of a shovel she had found. She figured the object would deal some damage but wouldn't kill the kid.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 1:56:16 GMT
(Lol, god, poor kid. I hurt him far too often. *cuddles my precious Andy*)
Andy arrived at his house, reaching for the key on his necklace. Something felt off but he might just be paranoid being back here.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 2:06:01 GMT
(D: I apologize in advance to him XD)
Heather jumped out of the shadows with a wicked smirk. She was silent as she slammed the shovel into his back, avoiding his head as she was instructed to do.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 2:13:39 GMT
( *Prepares bandages and tea and other goodly healing things* ) Andy let out a cry of pain hand immediately shooting to the dagger hanging around his neck and slashing it blindly at his attacker as he fell against the door.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 2:21:29 GMT
He managed to nick Heathers arm and she hissed, slamming her weapon into his stomach several times. A few blood droplets dripped onto the pavement but they were from Heather.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 2:31:34 GMT
Hans decided now would be a good time to intervene, grabbing onto the shovel and moving in a way that would upset Heather's balance as well as move her away from Andy.
Andy for his part had curled in on himself, slumped against the door and was sliding down to a sitting position at the base of the door frame.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 2:41:01 GMT
Heather fell backward with an 'oof'. She glared up at Hans, despite this all being an act. She wasn't a fan of falling. She kicked her leg out, attempting to trip him up as well.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 2:44:17 GMT
Hans scowled as he fell, rolling backwards out of the fall and mouthing at her, 'A shovel, seriously?'
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 2:51:44 GMT
'What were you expecting???' She mouthed back, narrowing her eyes.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 2:57:30 GMT
Hans shrugged slightly, glancing over at Andy. He was too out of it right now to really understand what was going on around him so Hans took out a small box of chocolates and threw it at Heather.
'Good date,' he mouthed, flashing her a smile before waving his hand in a shooing motion, and standing up to head over to Andy.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Jan 6, 2014 3:05:52 GMT
She rolled her eyes and took the box, jumping to her feet. 'Let's do it again sometime.' Heather jumped up and took off running down the street, darting past the many houses as fast as she could so nobody would recognize her.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 6, 2014 3:32:45 GMT
"Hey, you okay?" Hans asked, crouching down in front of Andy. The boy in question let out a soft moan, blinking open his eyes to look up at Hans.
"I just got hit by a shovel, what'd'you think?" He said. Hans rolled his eyes, helping him stand up.
"C'mon, inside with you," he said.
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