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[The][Shika][Spazz] Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:14 pm
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[The][Shika][Spazz] Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:33 pm
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Your Dear Friend Mickey Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:52 pm
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John saw that look across her face. 'Your insane' deal. "I'll be doing the lifting; I just need someone to... wipe up any spilled blood along the way. Now come on," he said, standing up. He left his plate there, and started to walk up stairs. Not sure if she was still following, he didn't bother to look back. He opened his door and stepped inside, grabbing a dry shirt and swapping it out for his wet one. "Grab a towel from the bathroom - I'll start to get over the sensation of carrying a dead body." He stooped down and tucked his arms behind the dead man's back; he stood up, and slung the corpse over his shoulders. He almost puked; he swallowed it down. "Alright let's...go..." He took a small step, and felt the weight shift. Ugh. I'd rather just throw this thing out the window... John stopped. ... I hadn't thought of that before... He walked over to the window, the shattered one; he placed the body halfway inside and halfway out, then gave a shove. He didn't wait to hear the sickening thudd below, but he did anyway. He grimaced. "Why didn't I do that in the first place..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:01 pm
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[The][Shika][Spazz] Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:25 pm
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Your Dear Friend Mickey Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:45 pm
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Your Dear Friend Mickey Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:59 pm
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Your Dear Friend Mickey Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:16 pm
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John didn't hear anything. Well, he did; he just didn't want to. His mind had gone silent, thinking of nothing; he heard and felt everything around him, though. John didn't respond in any way in this kind of state. He was refreshing his mind, refreshing his soul - willing himself that he carries something special with his name and spirit. He had to stay alive. His whole clan was dead... he was probably the only survivor. There was a slim chance, a very slim one, that his clan had somehow survived. Maybe his father and the rest of the warriors took back their land, traveling the land for a new place to call home, being forever nomads... Maybe one day he'd meet them, and be a child again and cry in front of everyone, grateful they had survived and then just... live peacefully.
He laughed, a deep and low, somewhat maniacal laugh. "Forget about it John... you're the only one alive. Just curl up and die why don't ya." His mind started up again. His dark mood lightened; he turned to face Miyuki. "I don't mind if you stay. But you're free to go whenever." He turned on the shower again, ready to wash away his damned thoughts along with his body. Again.
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Your Dear Friend Mickey Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:20 pm
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