From: jolafici@aol.com (Jola Fici)
Date: 22 Aug 1998 23:16:54 EDT
Stepping into the locker room she leans against the wall, puzzled by the sudden onset of nausea. She lifts her hand to her eyes to rub them, and stops, the thought suddenly slamming into her brain "Poison!" Quickly she pulls out the note that was stuck to her locker, the one that said something about "Meet me outside the annex at midnight" and was sighed Whitey...
Before she could make a plea for help, she crumpled to the floor, blood spilling from her head where she hits the tiles with the note clutched in her hand, unconscious.
What a Fool! (by Jola)
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From: leducblanc@aol.com (LeDucBlanc)
Date: 22 Aug 1998 23:48:50 EDT
It was mere luck that Percival had come back that night, he had intended to catch an early rest. However, as he saw Jola lying unconscious near the wall, he immediately stooped to his knees and looked her over. The cut was bad. But it didn't seem to be the reason that her breathing was so slow and irregular. He took a look at her eyes, and he could see that they were slightly yellow.
Garithiss!!!
Edge had been HERE! This very room.
He examined the note, careful not to touch it. Yes, it was garithiss!
He dragged Jola to his room, making sure to take care of her injury. He checked his cabinet, looking for the garithiss. That was the only antidote to the poison. A second, slightly larger, exact dosage. He measured it carefully, and slipped the dosage under her tongue. Fortunately, it would work faster this way than the coating on the note had.
All he could do now was wait.
Date: 22 Aug 1998 23:48:50 EDT
It was mere luck that Percival had come back that night, he had intended to catch an early rest. However, as he saw Jola lying unconscious near the wall, he immediately stooped to his knees and looked her over. The cut was bad. But it didn't seem to be the reason that her breathing was so slow and irregular. He took a look at her eyes, and he could see that they were slightly yellow.
Garithiss!!!
Edge had been HERE! This very room.
He examined the note, careful not to touch it. Yes, it was garithiss!
He dragged Jola to his room, making sure to take care of her injury. He checked his cabinet, looking for the garithiss. That was the only antidote to the poison. A second, slightly larger, exact dosage. He measured it carefully, and slipped the dosage under her tongue. Fortunately, it would work faster this way than the coating on the note had.
All he could do now was wait.
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From: onyxsolari@aol.com (OnyxSolari)
Date: 23 Aug 1998 00:09:31 EDT
After her unsuccessful duel, no big surprise counting her fatigue, she makes her way back into the locker room.
"Jola...you hoo...you ok in there?"Her head peeks around the door, a gaze pins down a familiar combat boot, then flows upwards. She gasps. " Jola?! " A quick dash inside, her knees smacking the floor as she kneels by Jola's still and bleeding form. Eyes spotting the seeping blood from a head wound, her fingers gingerly dab at the cut.
" My gawd... Help!...Dammit Someone get in here!!! Jola's down!", screaming loud enough to slice through the annex noise. Thinking fast, she thrusts her hands under Jola's knees and shoulders, her teeth gritting as she sits back, dragging the larger woman towards her. A grunt follows as she lifts the larger woman over her shoulder, then heaves upwards to stand. Unseen by her, a small white paper falls from Jola's hand and flutters to the floor of
the locker room, sliding half under the wooden storage chests. Thinking that someone slipped in here and knocked Jola across the head, a furious look on her face, her throat emitting a loud growl.
"Hang tight Jola..."
Going as fast as she can, her legs stumble towards the door and out into the thick of the annex, quickly splitting the crowd yelling her head off for a healer.
Date: 23 Aug 1998 00:09:31 EDT
After her unsuccessful duel, no big surprise counting her fatigue, she makes her way back into the locker room.
"Jola...you hoo...you ok in there?"Her head peeks around the door, a gaze pins down a familiar combat boot, then flows upwards. She gasps. " Jola?! " A quick dash inside, her knees smacking the floor as she kneels by Jola's still and bleeding form. Eyes spotting the seeping blood from a head wound, her fingers gingerly dab at the cut.
" My gawd... Help!...Dammit Someone get in here!!! Jola's down!", screaming loud enough to slice through the annex noise. Thinking fast, she thrusts her hands under Jola's knees and shoulders, her teeth gritting as she sits back, dragging the larger woman towards her. A grunt follows as she lifts the larger woman over her shoulder, then heaves upwards to stand. Unseen by her, a small white paper falls from Jola's hand and flutters to the floor of
the locker room, sliding half under the wooden storage chests. Thinking that someone slipped in here and knocked Jola across the head, a furious look on her face, her throat emitting a loud growl.
"Hang tight Jola..."
Going as fast as she can, her legs stumble towards the door and out into the thick of the annex, quickly splitting the crowd yelling her head off for a healer.