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Deion James

Group: Owner
Posts: 10
Member No.: 121
Joined: 1-September 10

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"Now, you just let me talk to him first, OK?" Deion said to Paris as they made their way out of the temple and back onto the grounds of the mansion. "We went to shoot hoops the other day. Bet he went down to the court to blow off some steam," he said as they made their way to where the court was supposed to be. All he saw at first was the broken hoop and the ripped up court surface. "Oh shit! Stupid Sentinels! I hate those crappy tin can bodyguards! But at least I see Duke. You stay here, Paris. I'm going in." Deion finally made it over to where Duke was. "Dude, was the Hulk out here playing you or something? Next time tell him we play on his court so he has to clean up the mess."
As he looked around, Deion picked up a chunk of the ripped up court surface. "And you should not be smoking. You know that, right? Your sister will kill you, and do I need to get into what your Mama will do to you?"
Deion looked at the asphalt and concrete in his hands and then looked back to Duke. "You know, you are like this rock to us, man. To me and Paris. You hold us up when it all goes nuts out there. Look, losing Jill spooked Paris. That and Mr. Snacky Vampire screwing around in her head. I want to smack his face so hard his fangs break. But we need you. Don't go off and do your Lone Ranger gig, man. Please. If not for me, do it for her."
TBC
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Paris Summers

Group: Owner
Posts: 15
Member No.: 116
Joined: 30-August 10

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Paris held back as Deion requested, but it was eating her up inside not knowing what was going on. She was not about to be like Emma and tap into the conversation. If lives depended on it, she would, but right now things seemed to be on an even keel. Deion and Duke were doing what they always did. They talked. She envied them that closeness.
Sure, Cybercide was like its own little family, but she still felt alone at times. Being a Summers from another dimension was not all it was cracked up to be. She never called the Scott or Jean here her parents. They weren't. She lost hers a long time ago.
As Paris waited, she saw some upended flower pots and started to set them back up again. She didn't use her powers to get the job done. She used her hands, scooping dirt back into the pots as she set them to the side of the walkway. It was something normal to do in this otherwise crazy situation. The yellow and orange marigolds looked the worse for wear, but it would have to do.
"Jill, we will kill the bastards. I promise," she said quietly as she sat down on a rock and waited for Duke and Deion to call her over.
TBC
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