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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 19, 2011 17:25:43 GMT -5
*I show Disco to the kids’ room and she wakes them up. She knows what she’s doing – ten minutes later they’re best friends and they have no problem with the idea of leaving with her. She sets P on Twinkie and Murph on Pipsqueak, and they all head over to the truck, the kids laughing hysterically at the giant dogs. I’m a bit sad to see them go, but the Zones are no place for kids, and we can’t expect to stay out of trouble forever. I wave at Disco as she backs the truck around and heads off, then go back inside to wait for Gear and Angel*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 19, 2011 17:31:20 GMT -5
Its um... *I take the paper and a pen from my pocket. I sit on the floor and start writing* its a picture of my family. You can look if you want. I dont think out here is the place for it but it might help someone else, you know? *I stand back up after writing it* I think it will be safe here
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 19, 2011 17:44:58 GMT -5
Oh... *I pick up the locket but don't open it* Hey, I have an idea... be right back! *I run back upstairs, passing Arson in the front room* Hi Arson! Bye, Arson! *I get to one of the bathrooms and rifle through the cabinate until I find a BLI pill case. I dump out the last few pills, then stop by my room to grab my bag before rejoining Angel in the basement* Back!
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 19, 2011 17:47:57 GMT -5
*I jump as gear runs back in* what was that about? hahahaha
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 19, 2011 17:52:35 GMT -5
I had an idea! *I sit down on the floor, setting the pill bottle next to me* Hand me a piece of paper and a pen, would you? *I pull open a compartment on the bottom of the inside of my bag, and take out a little packet of pictures. I put all of them back except for one of me, at my high school graduation. I pause for a moment, looking at the clean-cut boy in white.*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 19, 2011 18:17:50 GMT -5
*I give him a fresh sheet of paper and the pen as he stares down at the photo. I sit back down beside him and click my fingers* um gear...... you ok?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 19, 2011 18:57:23 GMT -5
Hm? *I glance up* Oh, yeah, I was just having a hard time recognizing myself... It's amazing what a few months out of the city will do... *I half-smile* Anyway, back to my amazing idea. *I cross out "BLInd" on the bottle's wrapper, and write "BLIND" instead. Then I draw an X over my face in the photograph and write "RIP Joey Neil" across the bottom. I tear off a fourth of the piece of paper, write "It took a dozen cans of spray paint, two dozen kids with homemade bombs, and one killjoy to show me how to leave the city", and sign it Funhouse Gear. I fold it up and put it and the picture inside the pill bottle.* There.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 21, 2011 17:13:28 GMT -5
*A transmission comes over my radio, and I'm surprised to hear Muze's voice, asking for a response from any killjoys in the area. I grab my radio and reply*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 13:36:24 GMT -5
*i smile at gear* maybe we should go back upstairs and find the others... *i look around the room one last time. I go to say something but stop myself*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 17:54:55 GMT -5
*I find a spot for the pill bottle on a shelf next to a scorched Drac mask with a peace sign drawn on its forehead, and pause as I'm about to turn off the light* What is it?
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 17:59:55 GMT -5
*i shake my head* n-nothing... I, eh, i'm gonna get some food, then maybe some more target practice
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 18:00:32 GMT -5
Okay, I guess... *I follow her out of the room and close the door*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 22, 2011 18:43:01 GMT -5
*i walk upstairs and into the kitchen and start sifting through the power pup cans again* hmm... What to have... Gear, how long are we gonna be here do you think?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 22, 2011 18:45:47 GMT -5
*I join Angel in the kitchen and reach around her to grab the bag of stale chips* Um... until we decide to go on a mission, I suppose. Although P and Murph will make that kind of hard... speaking of which, where are they? Shouldn't they be up by now? *I call to the front room* Oi! Arson! Where're the midgets?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 22, 2011 18:48:11 GMT -5
*I put away my radio and walk over to hit Gear in the shoulder* They're not midgets, jerk! And they're not here. I gave them away. *I throw away my Power Pup can and go over to wash the spoon in the sink*
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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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