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Post by Chastity on May 24, 2004 17:31:24 GMT -5
There is a tingling sensation amidst my dark dreams, it spreads from my shoulder throughout the rest of me. I feel warmth spread over and through me.
My eyes do not open as I lay on the small bed. My state of unconsciousness has gone too deep inside of me. I lay covered in blankets, my body having been healed by Peter's balm, but my mind yet sleeping in it's state of disrepair. Dreams come in flashes but always receed into darkness again.
I dream of the soup kitchen...
darkness.
I dream of Aries...
darkness.
I dream of my mother and father, who loved money so much...
darkness
I dream of Peter...
darkness
I dream of death and bullets...
darkness
My face is a blank plain as thoughts and the absence of thoughts whirl around eachother, fighting for dominion over my being. Alive and repaired, I lay in a coma state, gone to deep inside of myself to resurface.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on May 24, 2004 17:49:59 GMT -5
Peter waits. Chastity would wake up eventually. She had to wake up. If she didn't... he would not let himself explore that realm of possibility.
"Well," he says, speaking to Chastity, knowing she can not hear him, "That was a bit of excitment. But it's over now, and we should be in Paris in another ten hours. Just a stop over on the border and then we're on the way. It'll be good to get back. Pick up where we left off. We could run the kitchen again. Help people."
Peter smiles faintly, no longer looking at Chastity's face, but at the floor, his head bowed. "We can help people..." A tear falls to the floor of the compartment, followed by another. "We can help them... as soon as you wake up..."
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:01:06 GMT -5
Patrick woke on the beach, tired and groggy. He yawned and looked up at the sky, the sun was lower than before. He had no idea how long he had been sleeping. He looked up to the restaurant where Janele and James had been before he had fallen asleep, but saw no one, the restaurant was in fact, closed. "Oh, please don't tell me she'd do that to me," he said to himself fearing the worst, knowing it was likely true. Janele had seemed unusually "close" to James recently which didn't help calm his thoughts. "Plus, she had drunk a lot of champagne," he mind screamed, intensifying his own insecurities. He walked down the beach, in search of somthing to do until Janele decided to return to him, if she planned to return, with nothing less than a depressed, anguished look on his face. <<*Sigh* I knew this would happen.  Now I have no one... Hey... anyone near the Finland Coast? >> |
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:15:26 GMT -5
Tabby had been walking for awhile and finds herself at some beach. She yawns widely, her cat fangs flashing in the light of the sun. She looks around seeign some one walking along the beach. (Patrick)
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:19:02 GMT -5
Patrick looked up to the new scent and saw what appeared from the distance to be a woman, but his nose told him different.
"Hmm... another cat, imagine that," his mind thought sarcastically.
He countinued walking. Towards her since she was in his path.
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:23:40 GMT -5
Tabby looks at him as he walks toward her. "Um... who are you?" She asks.
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Post by Kai on May 24, 2004 18:24:26 GMT -5
Kai walked around the downtown area looking for a black market wepons dealer. He soon found one, and bought 4 plasma anti-aircraft guns, and 4 machine gun turrents. He quickly brought them back to the fortress/base site. He hooked each of them up to the 4 completely open windows at the top of the watch tower. He was finally done. Kai then walked over to Bass.
"I have finished the watchtower," He said to Bassorov as he pointed to the enourmus watchtower.
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:24:45 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Patrick asked looking up from his feet, putting on a fake smile. "Oh, I'm Patrick."
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:30:52 GMT -5
"I'm Tabby, it's nice to meet you. What're you doing, just takeing a walk?" Tabby asks and smiles.
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:32:36 GMT -5
"Yeah," Patrick said with a sigh, "Just taking a walk."
He pretended to smile again and dug his feet into the sand.
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:34:57 GMT -5
"Me too."Tabby says. She sighs. "So, you look mad about something?"
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:38:56 GMT -5
"No... I'm fine," Patrick said calmly, masking all his emotions.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flask.
"You don't mind if I take a drink do you?" he asked.
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:44:07 GMT -5
"No, go ahead I don't mind." Tabby says as she sits down onn the sand.
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Post by Patrick on May 24, 2004 18:47:00 GMT -5
Patrick took a long chug of the drink inside. Distilled rum with an unusually high proof.
He collasped backwards onto the sand. The burning sensation in his throat helped take his mind off of things that bothered him.
"So," he said putting away the flask, "What brings you to Finland?"
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Post by Tabby on May 24, 2004 18:51:37 GMT -5
"Just wondering around trying to find something to do with my life. You?" Tabby falls back laying on the sand too.
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Now I have no one... Hey... anyone near the Finland Coast? >>
