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A New Day - }{G Rebirth

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A New Day - }{G Rebirth

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Tue Sep 06, 2005 8:54 pm

It seemed that the night had passed all too quickly, a simple blinking of Wind's eyes and it was already morning. Then again, he could've jus' be tired beyond belief. The antagonizing search of Earth for any remnants of }{G had wore down on him and dropped him flat, but today, was a new day.

The room, though extremely exclusive, had no feelings of home to Wind. Yet after years of torture in a cryo-prison this was a palace. All the freezing and unfreezing would ruin a man, not to mention what was done when thawed...Wind reached over from the bed to grab the phone at the side, instantly connecting him with the front desk of the hotel.

Clerk - Sir, how may I help you?

This place got a gym?

Clerk - Why yes sir, one of the best on this Colony. We house a massive array of work-...

Good.

After his interruption of the man the phone clapped softly against the hook it retreated from. A good workout would be good to stretch muscles and rebuild lost ones.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Tue Sep 06, 2005 9:14 pm

A clean and refreshed form of Wind emerged from the front door of his room, clad in his usual black jeans and a towel around his shoulders he began to make his way to the elevator. To say he turned a few heads was an understatement, mouths gawked open, parents covered children's eyes, but why not? The massive scarring and burns over his upper body were only partially masked by the tattoos yet enough to remain in plain sight.

Wind finally arrived before the door to the gym, ending the free freak show for any onlookers that remained. The Clerk hadn't lied, the gym was amazing. Wind hadn't seen anything this well furnished since his days back aboard the Pegasus, though then he was far too young to be troubled with the thought of working out. One thing stood out to his eye, a black punching bag.

The right hand of Wind moved out so quickly towards the bag it would appear almost as a blur to the normal eye. The contact of his knuckles moving into the bag, forcing it to double at the pressure would send it flying backwards on the chain that holds it. A quick side step with his left foot would give him substantial leverage to swing a massive right footed kick to the side of the bag, forcing it's chain to creak as it barrels away. The right foot of Wind drops close towards his left, his eyes narrowing as the bag moves back in towards him. A leap from his left foot inwards would only further the force of his right knee as it extends outwards to the bag, his dropping force against it snaps a link of the chain and sends the bag down, the form of Wind landing atop it.

Far too long...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 12:22 am

The noise from the tv poured into the bathroom, some comedic spinoff of a classic. Suddenly an interruption of the show caught his attention, causing him to poke his head from the shower...

Announcer - With electons over, we now bring you the new leader of the Colonies, Sinful Soul!

Wind emerges from the steamy holds of the shower, a towel wrapped about his waist, as he walks over to take a seat on the bed. The still dripping locks of his black hair gently drop down his spine as Sinful appears on the television, as drab and emotionless as always.

"This is a message to all colonies. My militia will be seizing control of all Lagrange colonies immediately. Surrender full power of all the colonies to me to fulfill the new government regulations. Your daily lives will be affected as least as possible. The elections have been cancelled. I will be appointing leaders of my own choosing for each of the colonies. By tomorrow morning, your new military leaders will be in power, and you may further enjoy your lives under our blanket of protection. Enjoy your new found sense of security and protection from the ever-growing carnage that Earth has deteriorated into. "


A quick sigh escapes the lips of Wind as he raises his hands up behind his head as he falls back against the folds of the massive quilt beneath him. His hazel eyes stare upwards to the white ceiling above him as his raven locks fall down from his face as thoughts racell

The Southern Wind - Leader of Colony L5....So much before us.....

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 12:37 pm

The form of Wind steps from the domain of his hotel room, already four heavily armed guards standing before his door. Wind, dressed in his normal attire, begins his walk down the hallway, people moving to the side from the ferocity of the armed men.

After stepping forth from the massive glass doors of the hotel a debonair limo pulls up before him, this time the door is opened by another. The guards piling in after him as they speed off to the shuttle bay.

Ah, another beginning...

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