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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 21:40:27 GMT -5
"Thanks man. I should be back in about thirty minutes." Freak Boy said, patting his shoulder as he left in search of some green.
Later...
Freak Boy had been searching for about thirty minutes. He was about to give up when he smelled something. He sniffed the air.
"Wait... I know that smell." he said, sniffing deeply now. He smiled and went in a mad dash towards the scent. It had to be, it could only be - it was!!
Before him, an entire field of the stuff! He ran up to it and sniffed a leaf up close.
"Roman Red..." he said with a smile. He opened his jacket and began stuffing the plants into each pocket. When the pockets were full, he began putting it in his hands and then went back to Elijah's. He knocked on the door with his foot.
"Hello? Elijah? Can you open the door? my hands are full..."
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 21:42:29 GMT -5
"Listen, I don't think you should be doing this. Life should be your high, and hope should be your drug." Elijah says as he opens the door.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 21:47:41 GMT -5
Freak Boy quirked a brow.
"Dude, if life is what you're on right now, then sign me up." he said jokingly, walking into the room and putting the bud in his sack of crap.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 21:49:49 GMT -5
Elijah sighs and watches Freakboy go into the other room.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 21:51:06 GMT -5
He smiled. With all the pot he just got his hands on he'd be set for 3 years! The bag was stuffed with so much weed it would barely close.
"So, Elijah? You honestly mean to tell me you've never smoked?"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 21:53:13 GMT -5
"I have no reason to, so of course not. I frown upon it. I don't see any point in it."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 21:55:12 GMT -5
"Dude, I come up with the best ideas when I'm stoned." Freak Boy says, pulling out some paper and rolling a joint.
"Hell, I wrote my first poem to my girlfriend when I was stoned and she let me get to second base." Freak Boy said.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 21:56:57 GMT -5
"I think that is a myth. A person is not any more enlightened or creative while on drugs. I think if you take a walk and see the natural beauty of the world or the goodness in people, that is more than enough to inspire or enlighten you."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 21:58:59 GMT -5
"Oh, you mean the same people who shot at me, stole my computer, almost killed me and locked me in the Ministry of Terror?" Freak Boy asked. His view of mankind has been turned rather pecimistic as of late. When you are seperated from your one true love, that tends to happen.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 22:02:45 GMT -5
"Those are just some examples of bad people, but even they are not entirely bad. The vast majority of people want to live their lives in peace and happiness. They don't want to cause injurry to another."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 22:04:38 GMT -5
"Dude, you must be stoned. I know I talk like that when I'm stoned, believing everyone is good at heart. As hard as I try to believe it, i just think some people are born bad to the bone." he said, lighting his joint and sitting down.
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Feb 9, 2005 22:06:15 GMT -5
After finishing with the dishes, Andrew takes a tennis ball out of one of the pockets of the cargo pants he is wearing. Ordinarily, he would prefer a baseball. He really loves baseball, even though football is far more popular in New Zealand. He sits on the couch, and begins to bounce it against the wall and catch it. This is very strange, considering that he can't actually see what he is doing, and he is wearing a blindfold. However, he catches the ball every single time.
"Hey Zero, do you like baseball? I used to love the game when I was younger. I mean, it kind of sucks now, because I know who's going to win... you know? I mean, it sort of spoils it a bit. I still love to play though.... Most people don't want to play with me because they think that I am incapacitated, because I don't rely on my vision and stuff. I mean... um... well, I guess I can't compensate for color, or patterns, or anything like that... I can't see that. I don't even dream in that. Color is sort of a distant thing for me... off topic. Um...." Andrew says. He continues to play catch with the ball. "I can feel the ball, and hear the ball, and smell the ball, and taste the ball, and I can feel it with my mind, and with my visions of the future. I can see it in so many ways that people who can see with their eyes can't... I heard that many naiads are born blind. Isn't that neat? I didn't know that until recently. I wasn't... er, never mind."
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 22:07:41 GMT -5
"You can think whatever you like of human nature. I just think that we are born into the world as a blank slate, and that because humans need one another to survive, we are more inclined to peace and cooperation than to violence or cruelty."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 9, 2005 22:09:49 GMT -5
"Ok, now I know you're stoned." Freak Boy said, taking a deep puff. Suddenly, as if the weed had indeed fired some synappses in his head, he realized something.
"Elijah! You know Iris Faust? The operator of Little Sister? She's held in the Ministry of Information for the time being - anyway, taking her here would do two things. One, it would stop the Little Sister Project and Two, it would be liberating her from her prison in Red Infinity! We have to help her, dude!"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 9, 2005 22:13:27 GMT -5
"Red Infinity can come here, they just usually don't."
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