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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 21:06:59 GMT -5
Freak Boy grins. You never seemed like the drinking type, Zinn.
"Sorry if it's hard to wrap your hands with no control of your fingers... I had to do this with my teeth and wrists." he says without thinking. He then regains himself. "If you would help me that'd be great, thanks... we don't have to identify Locke as a man either, we could give you this voice."
Freak Boy bites the zipper of his bag and unzips it. He sticks his head in and pulls out the small voice changer. He hits a button or two with his chin and speaks into it. A robotic tone comes out of it.
"John Connor, it is time." comes out in a mechanic and odd voice that sounds like those mechanic voice boxes.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 21:07:56 GMT -5
Oh stop that. Its not like I am naked, which it seems for your comfort, I will refrain from it. Come climb into my hand so I can get breakfast. I don't eat in my room.
Karina opens the top of the dollhouse and holds her hand out to Frank.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 13, 2005 21:09:33 GMT -5
Frank is still a bit uncomfortable about this, but does not want to be rude, so he complies and climbs into Karina's palm. He begins thinking about what will be for breakfast...
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 21:10:32 GMT -5
"I find that satisfactory," Zinn states. "Will this be an interview, or do you want me to read something?"
Zinn takes out a small, travel sized bottle of disinfectant, and some gauze bandages.
"Your hands are a mess. I don't think you'll be able to use them again, unless someone regenerates them for you or something. You might want to try artificial hands. I have an artificial eye, and I can vouch that they work pretty well."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 13, 2005 21:10:40 GMT -5
"Well when I did it it was a little of both." I state. (OOC cocaine is sometimes used as a topical analgesic because it stops bleeding. This is in the encyclopedia.) (second OOC, his hands are regenerating from when Zero healed his chest, just they are doing so slowly)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 21:12:39 GMT -5
Bassarov hears what Zinn said and realizes that he is being selfish. Mischa needs support and though their long history together has seen many hard times, but still they have pulled through. He feels a little better and is even less upset at Zero for calling him a sodomite. He dislikes this word because of its attachment to sin and the fall of an ancient city at the hand of God. He will make a point of teaching zero to use a different word.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 21:13:24 GMT -5
"I can still think of something I'll be able to use my middle finger for..." Freak Boy said sarcastically.
"Anyway, if you could read something that'd be great. I mean, you're writings are what inspired me to write my works, although you might not exactly be proud of that..."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 21:14:37 GMT -5
Karina walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. Lets see... Bacon, eggs, cheese, potatoes... Are these things okay? Or would you like the cheesecake? Unlike her brother, not eating meat her whole life isn't the way to go.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 21:14:47 GMT -5
((My mistake. Also, Zinn doesn't know that. She has never seen regeneration abilities up close before.))
Zinn gets out a cotton ball and begins to swab Freak Boy's hands with disinfectant.
Zinn is irritated that Freak Boy takes something like that so lightly. She is very sensitive about her past drinking problem.
"Are you joking? My writing is nothing like yours."
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 13, 2005 21:18:17 GMT -5
"Bacon and Eggs sounds fine." Frank says, eyeing it like a vulture. "I don't know how to thank you for all this..."
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 13, 2005 21:19:19 GMT -5
Iris looks around the room and slowly brings her knees to her chin wrapping her arms around her legs. "I don't understand....where am I?" she looked like a scared child huddling in the corner. "Mot...."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 21:20:24 GMT -5
"Maybe not, but you were the one who convinced me to sit down at my laptop and start typing... well, back then it was a desktop."
Freak Boy looks at the holes in his hands and groans.
"So... what was that you were saying about artificial hands? Like... Terminator style artificial hands? Living tissue over metal endoskeleton?"
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 21:23:54 GMT -5
Don't. My life's work is to help the needy. And you , it seems, are needy. She sits Frank on the counter and starts pulling pans from under the sink. Do you have your own home?
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 21:24:06 GMT -5
"Depends how many Black Market connections you have, and how much you have to trade."
Zinn pauses.
"You hands look like they are healing though, which is weird. The bones that are sticking out in the middle... they're all smooth, like they're growing, even if it is only a tiny bit. Curious."
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Post by Lena on Jan 13, 2005 21:27:16 GMT -5
Lena hears as Chai's breathing slows, and knows she must've fallen asleep. Lena couldn't fall asleep through. She knew it would be a relief from her pain, but then there'd just be nightmares. She finally tries to move back to leaning against the wall, like she had been before, but bites her bottom lip to keep from screaming as she just falls down again.
She listens to the sound of dripping water, slowly moving one of her tear gems around with her index finger, one of the only parts on her body that didn't hurt to move. The dripping sound suddenly reminds her of the sound of something dropping into a puddle or pound, what was it? Tear gems.. Lena closes her eyes, trying to remember why it reminded her of a certain time. She wasn't sure what the certain time was through. It was like a faded memory.
She was in the woods, with the sound of gem tears or something of the like falling into a puddle, or something like that.. She couldn't remember anything else.
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