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[Beks]

CARL: *huffing in the back* Wait...for...me!

[miss.darkstar]

Jimmy:*is running beside Future Jimmy* Where are we going?

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Future Jimmy: *Still holding Future Libby close to himself as he runs* We're making a quick stop to drop off the tracker, and then we're headed toward the outskirts of the forest. They have Ultracop ships stored over there...

[Ang]

Cindy: **runs up next to Future Jimmy** This is beyond weird! How did Sheen become dictator?

[miss.darkstar]

Jimmy:*to Future Jimmy* Cool. Yea how did Sheen become a dictator?

[Mara=^.^=]

FUTURE LIBBY (gritting her teeth in pain): It was all cause o' that...megalwhatnow..Jimmy, whatcha call that stuff? Ouch, ah, watch where you're steppin'!

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

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Future Jimmy: *Fumbling a bit* Oops... sorry, Libby. *To Jimmy and Cindy* I'm not exactly sure what happened. It was a week before high school graduation, and I had flown to a faraway planet to do a few tests. Sheen took my hair and got into my lab without supervision, looking for me probably. He apparently forgot what he was doing in the first place started singing (which is so like him) and that's how the glass of my display area broke. The Megalomanium's vial broke and released its toxins.

I had the security cameras to replay the scenario after I came home a couple hours later, but it was too late. The Megalomanium had taken effect. After years of research from when I first tested it, I came up with a mild solution, but it only rid the Megalomanium within one hour of contact. Since then I have searched for a stronger cure, but Dictator Estevez took away all of my inventions and my lab, as to not oppose him.

And well, I guess that's how this all came to be... oh, here we are! This part of the woods is where a couple people tried to escape some time ago, hiding in the hollows beneath the tree stumps. *Future Jimmy tosses the tracker into one of the holes* He'll think that we've tried to hide here until the Ultracops move on, but what we're really aiming for is something a little more dangerous. *He smiles coyly*

((Woah, long post... :wacko: ))

[miss.darkstar]

Jimmy: Now where do we go?

[Beks]

CARL: And will there be a nice comfy bed when we get there?

[Justine<3]

LIBBY: I doubt that Carl...although that would be nice.

(Well, Libby had to say SOMETHING...)




~*(+Justine+)*~

[Chica_Andromeda]

Future Cindy: *grimly* Don't be expecting any luxury. You guys were fortunate that we found you and the Ultracops didn't. Trust me.

**She shakes her head a little, as if to rid herself of a memory.**

[Ang]

**Cindy rolls her eyes and glances up at her future self**

CINDY: Where is this place exactly? Is it some sort of hideout?

[CraazyOne]

**Suddenly, a distant flash of purple draws Sheen's attention to the trees behind them. The violet glow pulses intermittently, then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanishes again, leaving the forest eerily dark and silent. There are no other sounds in the velvet blackness but the group's own uneven breaths, and the only source of light now is a few stars twinkling overhead.**

SHEEN: Well, I don't know about you guys, but I think wherever we go should be away from that creepy purple light.


~Rach~

[Justine<3]

LIBBY: ...and I agree...


((*wishes she could RP Libbs correctly*))



~*(+Justine+)*~

[Mara=^.^=]

FUTURE LIBBY: Me too. Maybe we should head through the swamp. They'll have a harder time trackin' us there.

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[miss.darkstar]

Jimmy:Given

((WOW Jimmy would NEVER say that. So *fixes post*))

Jimmy:Agreed

[CraazyOne]

((Hey...wait...who the heck is gonna play Dictator Estevez now that Sun is gone...? :'( ))


~Rach~

[Beks]

(donno :huh: maybe she won't leave, right Sunny? ;) )


CARL: A s-swamp? *takes a deep breath from his inhaler* Ok, I'm ready.

[Ang]

CINDY(nodding): Probably.



((Hm. If she DOES not, I've been imagining Dictator Estevez's attitude and personality. I could do it. Or I could find somebody. But, only if Sunns is gonna play him.))

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Future Jimmy: That's true, Libby. We're getting close to it now... *He stumbles forward on a few fallen branches until the ground becomes soppy. They make their way to a wide expance of swampland. Future Jimmy grimaces.* Alright, here we go...

*He takes his first step into the water*

((Daphney: Given??? D: YOU'VE GOT CLIQUE SYNDROM... though that was probably obvious. @_@ Omgzlol.))