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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 4, 2005 22:32:38 GMT -5
the next thread.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:28:23 GMT -5
"No, you're just a respectable voodoo which doctor." I grin.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 5, 2005 3:31:26 GMT -5
Elijah hasn't been paying much attention to his house guests. Instead he has been fussing around his house trying to clean and make it look presentable to them. He checks in on them every once in a while but does not interupt their conversation.
(I'll be on and off for the next half an hour or so, don't bother posting to me. )
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:31:29 GMT -5
Freak Boy laughs and puts the cork on the bottle, placing it on a little side table.
"Well, at least I'm respectable now." he said, still laughing as the alcohol continued taking more effect.
"So, aside from the operation thing, how's Iris doing?"
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:34:05 GMT -5
"She's grown sad... She wants to get out more but knows that's impossible... She's healthy as can be but that only counts for so much..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:34:56 GMT -5
Freak Boy sighs.
"I wish there was something I could do to help..."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:47:27 GMT -5
"I don't know if there is. Just don't give up hope." I open the second beer, and it is much better than the first. "What brand is this?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:49:11 GMT -5
"Don't know. Got it from these guys in Argentina of all places. They own this blackmarket beer trade and have some connections in Berlin." Freak Boy said.
"and don't worry, I'll do my best to keep my spirits up. After all, it was said once that, 'all that is needed for evil to triumph, is for good men to do nothing.' I don't want to be one of those good men who do nothing, so you can count on my support."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:58:17 GMT -5
"Good. Your friends need you, even if you have to live far from them. You can still help."
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Post by Ezra Weil on Feb 5, 2005 3:58:48 GMT -5
Ezra manages to slink past the demonic guards with little trouble. He finds that his experiences at the Ministry of Terror have more than prepared him for escaping such a low security prison. He still wonders if this is a dream or if this is real.
He sneaks through the demon castle looking for an escape. There are few windows or exits on the lower leverls, so he is forced upwards.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:59:26 GMT -5
"I don't think my wireless plan covers inter-dimensional communication though." he said, gesturing to his laptop with a goofy grin.
"Otherwise I'd be talking to them, although... I am glad we got this chance to talk."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 4:04:09 GMT -5
"As am I... I do have just one question... What kind of name is 'Freak Boy?'"
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 4:05:35 GMT -5
"It's an alias I donned about 4 years ago. It didn't become my official name until my junior year in high school after some... rather extreme events pushed me into hiding." Freak Boy said, wanting to avoid details as he opened the bottle again.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 4:11:34 GMT -5
"Okay... I was just wondering, we never used names like that..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 4:13:46 GMT -5
"Funny thing is, when I first was using it, it wasn't even as a rebel. It was my screen name and pen name. Then I began using it as my hacker alias and trademark... then one thing lead to another and to protect what little family I have I simply abandoned my name." he said, drinking more of his liquor.
(I'm gonna go now. I need to pack for my trip. I'm goin' to the coast for a Super Bowl party! GO EAGLES!!)
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