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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:40 pm
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Jironimo Kasumi Isel Get me a ******** bottle of Golden Grain NOW.
I have a lot of s**t I need to drink off with some 190-proof alcohol. You sure, Isel? *grabs a bottle from behind the bar* Um, here.
*pours some in a personal shot glass, downs it and slams the glass on the table, coughing* Damnit, there's too much stress going around.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:57 pm
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Quote: She had been running through the woods for what felt like and eternity. Her throat burned from breating the cold air, and her legs were thoroughly soaked from the times she had stumbled and landed in slushy remnants of winter's snow. The tall, barron trees stood like dark sentinels all around her; all menacing, all the same. She risked a momment to lean against one and catch her breath, which added sticky, amber sap to what had once been her pure white body suit. She looked up at the sky filled with ominously dark clouds. She could only guess the day was waning because of how much colder it got as she ran, as entire days had been passing in which she never saw the sun. She let as much time pass as she dared, then tried to run again. She did not get far. Her stomach had gone past the point of growling and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, like a stab to her belly. This time the pain was enough to bring her to her knees. She wrapped her arms tightly about herself as she doubled over and fell the rest of the way to the muddy forest floor. Now she finally felt the aches of her limbs, the burn of her scraped and exposed skin, and the weakness born from days of hunger. Her short, brown hair was caked with mud. She could not move; so desperately she wanted to lay there and sleep, but she could not. Sleeping there could mean her death, if not the even worse fate that she was running to escape. How long she lay there was anyone's guess, but feeling the water on her face revived her. She sat up for a momment and let it hit her open hand. "So this," she whispered to herself. "Is rain."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:59 pm
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