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5/27/2016 3:04:58 AM
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Monica embraces her aunt back.
"Aunt Elly! How have you been?!"
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[i]"Oh my god I've been so worried ever since I heard you were here... you aren't hurt, are you?! Are you alright?!"[/i]
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"My leg got hurt a little bit but it's fine." She says with a smile.
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She looks over to Tulleesh, and he nods. [i]"Is he the one who brought you here?"[/i]
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"He is... His names Tulleesh." She says, nodding towards him with a smile.
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[i]"Well then, I would give you a medal if I had any available. All I can offer you is my thanks, for seeing to the safety of my niece."[/i] "No thanks needed, ma'am. I was only doing my duty."
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She smiles. "He's cared for me ever since. Carried me all the way here..."
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[i]"Carried her? My my, he's a gentleman, that one."[/i] He smiles shyly. [i]"Well, it good to see that you're safe, Monica. I wish I could stay longer, but duty calls, I'm afraid. Be a good little angel, alright?"[/i] She kisses her on the forehead before leaving.
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She nods. "Yes Elly!" She says.
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Tulleedh smiles to her. "She seems like a nice woman. Your uncle knows how to pick women."
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"Yeah wait until you see him. Ryker... He's... A little eccentric, but he's a nice guy. He's also, what a surprise, protective of me. It runs in the family." She pauses.
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He chuckles. "Not a bad thing to have in your family, to be honest."
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"Very true. He can be a little bizarre at times as well..." She says with a laugh. "I hope he's not here... It seems a lot of people are..." As she said that, outside, unknown by them, a man shambled to the entrance. He limped, holding his hand to his chest. He hoped he would be found by a patrol of friendly guards, but if not, he had a weapon in his right hand. His breathing was shallow, and pained.
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"Well then, I don't kmoe where I'll be staying, but I hope it's nearby." He smiles to her. Meanwhile, a patrol of scions scours the perimeter in search of survivors and threats alike.
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She smiles back. The man could sense them.
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"So uh... do you want me to stay or..?" He looks at her. "We could both use a shower, come to think of it."
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"True... I'm so dirty..." She says, in a disgusted voice.
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"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up." He smiles, holding out his hand for her to grab.
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She takes it.
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He helps her up off the bed, helping her stand up on her feet. "Are you alright to walk?"
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She nods. "Thank you Tulleesh."
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"Alright then. To the showers." He holds her hand and walks to the showers with her, helping her stand whenever she needed his help.
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She makes it there will little trouble. "Thank you." She begins undressing as he leaves.
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He leaves for the men's showers. They were empty, since the medical building recieved little visitors today. He sheds his clothing, walking into the shower and turning on the water. The lukewarm water rushes onto his body, he begins rubbing his crimson red skin of any filth. He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of the water.
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She quickly showers, she always did. She dries off and puts on a plain white shirt and some black leggings. She was surprised they had those... She then makes her way over to the men's showers, waiting outside. She didn't feel safe... And she wanted Tulleesh to come out, so she waited. Eventually she got antsy enough. One peek wouldn't hurt. She wouldn't see anything. She just peeked in the entryway.
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Tulleesh was standing with his back against the wall, eyes closed. The water was rushing down his tattooed body. He was carefully washing his horns. The water furled down his chiseled pecks, his abs and down his handsome man tool. It was fairly large, about seven inches, and that's only when it wasn't erect. It then cascaded down his muscled legs, following the mapping of his thighs and calves, down to his feet. A separate stream of water trailed down his scaled tail.
