by Brnin8r » Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:27 pm
The boys in Max's truck begin to slowly crawl from the twisted wreckage, cut up and bruised but otherwise fine. Many of them start muttering about their luck, others trying to get their weapons just in case the girls show up. "Yeah we should be fine, but we have to hurry if we want to get to the safe-point, because at this rate, we won't get to HQ in time."
Ken's twisted, infected hand is more than enough to bear, and as the venom reaches his brain he passes out along with Ashton. As their transformations commence, their body voids itself of body hair and their skin becomes marble smooth, due to Ken's concentrated state, his hair begins to grow longer at an alarming rate (maybe an inch an hour), while Ashton's starts to grow at a slower rate (one inch every three hours)
(Yes it's on it's side.) Shawn's torch and expertise help the boys who are stuck under twisted bits of the truck out of the wreck.
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Anna smiles and then makes an awkward kick to Alana's head, "Boot to the head! You must still be shocked from the pain...because there's no way anyone's standing up in this transport. And as for your question, I wouldn't know...maybe a night's sleep will help ease the pain. Anna turns back to the driver and mutters to her, "fries my blood?" they both giggle at the odd saying of Alana's.
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