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        <![CDATA[ Jack was driving his car out of the Mill and through the Underground streets on the shortest path to the Junkyard. He was moving at a fast, but steady pace. Cars were still a novelty down
here, even ones that were more functional than &quot;pretty&quot; like this current model. His &quot;prettier&quot; car was blown up well over a year ago,
hardly a pleasant memory for Jack.


Jack was used to steering with one hand for long stretches; the other had to be ready to grab at a gun, or the stick... ]]>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Re: Day 425: Highway to Hell ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Serenity turned to look at Xi. <strong><span style="color:blue">&quot;Yeah, they will be okay I think. I havn&#39;t checked Prin yet
though.&quot;</span></strong> It was one thing for a machine to tell you that a person was alive, quite another to really hear the person speak and know.
<strong><span style="color:blue">&quot;Do you know what your blood type is, Dawn?&quot;</span></strong> She could always give her some of the O negative blood,
the universal donor, but she wasn&#39;t sure of... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ And so the Order vehicle took off. (Feel free to make a Mill topic.)
<br>
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<hr>

<br>
<br>
And Ethan took off with Erin. (Feel free to join Slevin&#39;s topic or make a new one.)
<br>
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<hr>

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<br>
And away the Humvee went. (Feel free to enter the Junkyard topic.) ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-weight: bold;">&quot;Yes. Let us egress. &quot;</span>
<br>
<br>
<span style="font-style: italic;">I took a deep breath and let off a sigh. Once the vehicle began moving I would get up and sterilize my hands to assist the
Paladin and the Doc with keeping the injured stable. I was nowhere near as skilled as the Doc and maybe not even the Paladin but considering the wounds the
more hands helping the better.</span>
<br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack</span>, at the very least, made sure to keep the windows of the humvee rolled down to allow some of the smell of the dead
to dissipate as much as it could. Considering his abilities, he probably smelled it &quot;better&quot; than everyone else, at least for those who didn&#39;t
live in Zombie District for years.
<br>
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<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">&quot;Oh, right, long story</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102,... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Joe nodded, allowing himself a slight grin at Jack&#39;s praise. He moved over and knelt down, also pulling a knife from the body of a Halloweener; after all,
he had lost his won somewhere in the fighting. Then he clambered in to the humvee, and immediately wrinkled his nose.
<br>
<br>
&quot;It fuckin wreaks in here...&quot;
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Joe sheathed the knife, and started breathing through his mouth, thinking that he had to find a better weapon than a knife if he was going to keep getting... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&quot;Home, Erin, where else?&quot;</span> With a throttle of the bike, Raze pantomimed lowering the blast shield of his
helmet. Before he could take off, however, he noticed that not all was as it should be. Reaching back and grabbing his passenger&#39;s hands, he placed them
around his waist, with a warning, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&quot;Hold on tight.&quot; <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br>
<br>
And, without further ado, the vehicle... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Her issues resolved, Erin gleefully took the helmet from him and put it on. She was actually looking forward to riding on the bike, it was something she had
never done before.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Well, you are quite the gentleman, Ethan. My name is Erin. It&#39;s a pleasure to meet you. If I may be so bold as to ask, where exactly are we
going?&quot; ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&quot;Green haired? Oh, yeah, well... he&#39;s not coming today. He&#39;s busy.&quot;</span> He had almost forgotten about
Jack, and now had the misfortune of being reminded. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&quot;But, you&#39;re absolutely right. I am a stranger to you. So,
you can call me Ethan, and then we won&#39;t be strangers anymore.&quot;</span> Suddenly finding himself talking as if he was trying to ensnare a child for
some sinister purpose,... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Erin crossed her fingers as instructed and smiled broadly as the bike roared to life. Erin moved to get aboard the bike but hesitated.
<br>
<br>
&quot;What about your friend with the green hair? And I don&#39;t even know your name, I&#39;m not supposed to ride with strangers. And we should really have
helmets. My mother really wouldn&#39;t approve.&quot;
<br>
<br>
There were so many reasons she shouldn&#39;t go with him, but she knew she was out of options. ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The uplifting of the motorcycle had been a resounding success. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">&quot;...You can let go of my hand now.&quot;</span> Raze
had barely even felt her touch, light as it was, save for a strange sensation that he thought he had felt before; he could not place where, however. Of course,
it could have just been his arms acting up from the strain, though he felt oddly better for this to be the reason. Regardless, he dismissed the entire
situation, his mind occupied... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Erin had moved next to the gentleman and wrapped her hands around the same handlebar he was holding, hoping her small might would help at least a little. When
her hands touched his, he might feel a slight tingling sensation as her taint faintly kicked in, aiding his bruised body in its healing process. In unison with
his efforts, she tugged on the handlebar. ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ (Sanctus Paladin) <font color="#009999">&quot;Unless the Commander objects, let us return to base.&quot;</font>
<br>
<br>
The old man offered a warm smile to Xiadra and then Judas before returning to working on Prin. The man who had been assisting him had washed off and returned
to one of the drivers seats. The doors and ramps to the vehicle would be sliding shut, now would be the last chance to exit or enter the vehicle. ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ John waved idly back at Judas trying to figure out what to do. He could go to the Junkyard, but he didn&#39;t really want to interact with whatever Nameless
had planned any more than he already had to. Going to the Mill would be nice for food, sleep, and a shower, but why was the Order there? There was a third
option. He could try to find Darius again; he was curious what had happened to the man. It was possible he had made his way back to the Coffin Motel by now.
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John looked... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-weight: bold;">&quot;Alright. Let&#39;s roll out. &quot;</span>
<br>
<br>
<span style="font-style: italic;">I watch her walk out of the tank and wait impatiently for the vehicle to leave.</span>
<br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <strong>Freya</strong> rose slowly, deciding against getting involved with these people.  She was getting bad vibes from them all, and to be quite honest she
was uncomfortable with being with members of the Order.  But she wasn&#39;t quite sure of herself either...dare she go back?  What if she was killed? 
<strong>Freya</strong> sighed, shaking her head to the person asking if she was staying.  Leaving the vehicle, she placed the paper rose back in her hair,
scanning the now calm... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ayuban puts his foot on the side step rail of the vehicle and grasps onto the top of the vehicle.
<br>
<br>
(Ayuban) <font color="#0000FF">&quot;It smells horrible in that vehicle. I&#39;m riding out here. Ready when you are...&quot;
<br></font>
<br>
Ayuban, <strong>Jack</strong>, <strong>Miranda</strong>, <strong>Joseph</strong>, and <strong>Glen</strong> would be at the vehicle right now. The giant
lumbering form of Akamaru would be sleeping in the back.
<br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Dawn let out a small groan dazed as anything, although not in too much pain. <strong>&quot;Y-yea...&quot;</strong> She mumbled out, only half lucid. ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Yeah. Just... found it, really. Well, Glen did,&quot; I say with a shrug of my shoulders as I lean forward a bit. I know, I&#39;m talking probably more
than I have in the whole two weeks we were in the Dead Land or whatever they call it, but I won&#39;t mention that.
<br>
<br>
&quot;And you don&#39;t have to worry, Jack. I won&#39;t get out of the car. The other ride? No way I&#39;m going to ride with the Order and... wait,&quot; The
Order? Since when... &quot;Why the hell would you... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack</span> had stepped out of the humvee and not walked far when <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ayuban</span> had returned,
with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Prophet&#39;s</span> still fresh corpse. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack</span> takes it from him. <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">&quot;Agreed.&quot;</span>
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<br>
He returns to the humvee and by now <span style="font-weight: bold;">Joseph</span> has returned from the <span... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ She lifted her head and turned to the woman she had more or less ignored. Her eyes glowed brightly so it was almost like someone turned a flashlight on
<strong>Freya</strong>&#39;s face.
<br>
<br>
&quot;It&#39;s your choice.&quot;
<br>
<br>
She closed her eyes and looked away and leaned against a free spot.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Doctor, <strong>Prin</strong> and <strong>Zero</strong>, will they make it?&quot;
<br>
<br>
<strong>Jack</strong> was taking care of the dead. She had to worry about the... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack</span> was driving his car out of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mill</span> and through the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Underground</span> streets on the shortest path to the Junkyard. He was moving at a fast, but steady pace. Cars were still a novelty down
here, even ones that were more functional than &quot;pretty&quot; like this current model. His &quot;prettier&quot; car was blown up well over a year ago,
hardly a pleasant memory for <span... ]]></description>

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