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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 6:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 7:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 7:46 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 10:38 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 3:09 pm
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It was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that grates on nerves and makes you tense and stretches your sanity to limits untold, making you want to scream just to hear -something- beyond the silence. Just the kind of place for a man like this. He walked in from the north, from the other part of the Courtyard it appears, or perhaps from the Library as he is holding a book. Black in color, with white lettering etched into it, it bears the title 'Cybernetics and Genetics, A perfect couple. By Dr. Raven Vanzer.' and is held with one hand, the other in his pocket. Always in that god forsaken labcoat pocket. His left to be exact. He stops in the near center of the courtyard to flip a page, then moved forward toward a bench.
He collapses on said bench with a bit of a thoughtless drama, sighing as he does and reaching up with the book to push his glasses up, and then resume reading. My my my, how his knowlage had expanded in the...Ten years since he'd written this little scrap of knowlage. He flipped another page, reading this one slowly and grinning at the end. He chuckled softly, taking the book and pushing it into his lab coat and then leaning back, sighing softly. The quiet wasn't even affecting him, in fact, he enjoyed it. It was almost like a funeral. This caused a macarbe grin, which was then silenced by a chuckle.
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