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Post by jumpstart on Mar 2, 2012 22:28:09 GMT -5
Coolio *I fish around the side compartment and find a tape labeled "Mix 3" in PB's handwriting. I start the van so the sound system will work and put in the tape while everyone is settling down again*
Allright, to the theater?
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 2, 2012 22:29:43 GMT -5
*I laugh at arson a bit*
hahaha The week? How about for life! I could do with living back in civilization again.
We should get back to base and settle down for a bit.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 22:50:01 GMT -5
Yes, to the theater! And what do you mean, you could do with civilization? You planning on running back to the city? *I reach under my seat and find the can of fruit Jump gave me when we all left the warehouse, and start eating. I'd almost forgotten how hungry I was.*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 2, 2012 22:55:53 GMT -5
*I munch on my own half-can of fruit and sing along with my own mix tape as we start to head back. I always forget how much Jump loves driving, it's about the only thing that will keep him awake in a car. I grin at Sarah and hand her a can. It's celebration time now*
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 2, 2012 22:58:04 GMT -5
No, nothing like that haha
*sarah jumps over to my side and sits besides me, leaning on me and we share the can of fruit that Pb gave her*
I could never go back. I just miss the good old days. Everything made sense and everyone was free to be themselves.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 23:06:12 GMT -5
Yeah, I hear you. *I don't, really, but I understand what he's saying. Personally, I almost prefer the killjoy life. I never had much stability either way, and at least now I'm in charge of my own life. We keep talking, pausing only when Jump stops to let Mouse off near her library. Then it's back on the highway, speeding our way to Zone 4. No one wants to delay, knowing the others probably haven't eaten since last night, unless they managed to find something in the town. Soon enough the first buildings come into view, the town as deserted as ever. Not far now.*
(Moving back to "A Cat Stuck in a Tree", pg 26)
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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