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Re: Seat Section 9 « Result #1 on Jun 29, 2008, 1:29pm »
Sven, not as angry, replied "What does he look like"
The girl said " he has a goatee, black hair, and a gap in his teeth. His name is Markus." Shocked, Sven took out his pictures, and showed the girl one of his best friend. "Is this he?" "Yes!" said the girl excitedly.
"Where did you last see him?" queried Sven. "About 2 blocks from here. But he'll expect to see me where we're staying at the zoo tonight.
"At the zoo?" said Sven. Well. Looks like I'm walking you home.
"What your name? I'm Sven Kulton." I'm Laia Thompson.
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Re: Seat Section 9 « Result #2 on Jun 29, 2008, 1:18pm »
Sven didn't know why, but he had a feeling that he needed to catch the figure. He didn't have time to descend the stairs, so he jumped off the balcony and slid down an old banner advertising "Hamlet".
He ran as fast as he could to the backstage and saw the figure run out the back door into the alley, and rn out there as well.
But when he ran out, the last thing he knew was that he got hit. Hard. He stood up, saw the figure with a pipe, about to attack again. He sweep the figure's leg, tripping it he jumped up, tackled it, and removed the hood.
To his surprise, it was a girl. She was crying.
He asked her what was wrong, and she said "I've lost my friend. We were walking towards the theatre, I was tying my shoes, and then, when I looked up, he was gone."
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Re: Dry « Result #3 on Jun 28, 2008, 6:37pm »
Claudio returns from his daily (OOC: Year-long! ) run around the city, having neither seen nor heard anything interesting. The last few days had been hell, but he could now safely say his coffee addiction was a thing of the past. Almost. The splitting headache had still not fully subsided, and Claudio had spent the last few days literally running from his addiction.
Claudio had locked away the remainder of his coffee, and literally thrown away the key. From the top of the Bay Tower. Coffee's power was too great. It wanted a brand new skin, wanted Claudio's life for itself. But he had defeated it. The key buried now, far below the bay, its location to never be revealed.
Claudio had immediately regretted this.
Now, however, he was starting to feel better. He was starting to sleep again, and Claudio was surprised to find that it improved his reaction time, mental acuity, and general mood. Almost, in fact--but not quite--as much as coffee had done.
Claudio shuffles over toward his trusty MacBook, and turns on iTunes. After skipping a few depressing songs on shuffle, Journey comes on. Journey, of course, kicks ass; Claudio turns up the volume, throws himself backward toward the couch, realizes mid-fall that he had misjudged his location in relation to the dingy sofa, curses rather loudly, and bangs his head against the edge of the couch and the rest of his body against the floor.
Cursing his life, Claudio suddenly hears the strange, now-foreign noise of a telephone. In here? Yes, it was the office telephone going off.
Do I get it? Does anybody know where I am? When the hell did phones start working?
Claudio picks up the receiver, only to find no answer. The dial tone, however, was... oh wait, nevermind. The tone had faded away and was gone. Pity.