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Johnny didn't say anything for a while, he just gave her a look. "Really? Green and slimy? That's the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of aliens?" He rolled his eyes but shook the comment off like it didn't happen.

"Different planets, different needs. Their planet was overtaken. They needed weapons. People here? They're afraid of things they don't understand. Probably why they want to get rid of freaks like us."

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Elle sneered.  ”You don’t have to be so mean to me, you know.  I wasn’t being mean to you.  If I was, you’d know.”  She rolled her eyes, tired of the conversation already.  ”Who is Van Roekel?  I’ve never heard of him before.”

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"Force of habit. Mean is just what I am." He sighed in slight annoyance. This girl was testing him, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep up a cool head. 

He shifted uncomfortably when she asked who Van Roekel was. "He was a bastard. An alien bastard who thought he could fix his planet by makin' freaks like us. That's the short of it, anyway."

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Elle sneered.  ”You don’t have to be so mean to me, you know.  I wasn’t being mean to you.  If I was, you’d know.”  She rolled her eyes, tired of the conversation already.  ”Who is Van Roekel?  I’ve never heard of him before.”

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"Psychopharmacology?" It was close, but not what he needed. Although, if this man had somewhere he could research and continue his work there could still be of some use to getting help from him. 

Hazmat watched the sudden change of personality with interest. It reminded him vaguely of Brigade's constant battle to maintain one personality. He said nothing on it, however. There was clearly good reason why the man was in a straight jacket, that was for certain, but nothing he or the others couldn't handle if it came down to it. "What sort of people?" He wanted to know if they were just as insane as this one. He could deal with one madman, but to have to work with another could prove too big a challenge.

Someone seeking his services then, although he was a tiny bit off course when it came to his capabilities. “Psychopharmacology, drugs dealing with brain. If you are trying to ask for aide with your… current state, I am not the person to approach,” he sighed with a shake of his head when his blue eyes snapped to a poisonous yellow.

His head jerked to the side and there was an annoyed look on his face. “Why didn’t you lie to him Jonny boy?! He could get us out,” he hissed, a voice different from the one before and there was a brief struggle as his eyes reverted to their usual and normal colour.

“Get us out and kill us if we are unable to meet his demands,” he hummed, equally annoyed when his gaze returned the strange being. “I may not be of direct help but I know people who will be.”

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She nodded and did as he asked. She stood by him and looked the group over. They were all dressed in black, and they gave off a strange aura. She folded her arms, and a realization hit her. One hand lifted to be examined by her eyes. It was normal, flesh colored. But. . . How? She was Reiko again, not Solara.

She turned and looked at him with curious eyes. "Between life and death?" Her gaze drifted to the bus that a few people were boarding. "Huh. . . Well that explains why I'm like this. . . But. . ." She turned back to the man in black, "The only question I have is how did I get here?"

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“Are all these people supposed to be here??” The leader wearing the top hat asked as people lined up at the boss stop, almost all of them having suitcases with them for the trip. A few didn’t though, so it confused him. 

“Lemme check.” The blond with the large book said, looking through the book as a run down bus approached the stop.

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Remember…

Behind every url is a human being.

Behind every human being is a story.

You don’t know what type of day they’ve had, what type of week they’ve had, what type of life they’ve had.

It’s a lot easier to just keep your fingers off the keys than to type out a hateful message.

Be kind and think before you speak.

Bless this post.

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About 50% of people on the internet are stalkers.

So if it isn’t you…

It’s probably me.

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"Out of time? How am I out of time?" Solara walked up to the group. "Care to explain what's going on here?" 

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“Are all these people supposed to be here??” The leader wearing the top hat asked as people lined up at the boss stop, almost all of them having suitcases with them for the trip. A few didn’t though, so it confused him. 

“Lemme check.” The blond with the large book said, looking through the book as a run down bus approached the stop.

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"'Cause that's what it sounds like. Makin' yourself sound like you're the only "special" one 'round here. It ain't like I was designed after you, Blondie. They had their own reasons for makin' me what I am. Trust me." He turned away a fraction, checking to see if anyone was still behind him. "And like you saw before, I ain't the only one. We're a whole different can of worms. Trust me. If Van Roekel knew he didn't have to manufacture his own freaks he wouldn't've bothered with us.

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“I’m not looking for pity.  Why would I want that?  But I am special.  They tried making you like me, did they?  There’s only one reason for that.”  Elle straightened her small frame to make herself look even bigger.  She knew she packed a punch for being such a little girl.  She always was able to take care of herself.  What would make that any different with someone they made to be just like her?

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I think this is what they call, "Destiny"

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//That feeling you get when you find the most perfect face claim for one of your muses.

I mean seriously.

Paragon is Brazillian, has blue eyes, and dark hair

SHE'S SO PERFECT.

Sorry to interrupt your dashboards, but I'm really freakin' happy about this.

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Vanquish

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Purple Flame

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magician

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