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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:14 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:04 pm
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"Riena, you're going through a rough patch right now, but you'll get through it. I mean, look at me." TJ gestured first to her skin, dotted with little white circles and lines of healing wounds, then to the little pile of bullets resting in her cupped hand. She knew Riena wasn't actually looking at her, but she felt like she ought to try and make her point anyway. "I got through all this and I turned out okay, if a little rattled." With the last statement, she cast a glance at the miraculously corporeal Alex.
"If you're planning on going anywhere, forget about it. Just go to sleep; that's as far as you need to travel right now. I'll get the towel back to you when I come back for my old clothes." She nodded in parting to Alex and headed back to her dorm. Shutting the door, she slipped into a new set of clothes and grabbed her messenger bag, filling it with her notebook, some pencils, and the handful of bullets. Feeling incredibly stupid, she sat down on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes.
Hey, Rakata. You're telepathic, right? God, I feel like such an idiot doing this. Rakata, if you can hear my thoughts-- which is really creepy, by the way-- remember how I said I had some stuff to show you? Well, can you meet me somewhere, like in the cafeteria or courtyard or something? Ugh, you can't send me messages, can you.... I'm pretty much talking to myself here, huh? Well, if you can hear me, meet me in... the courtyard. Yeah, the courtyard. Over and out.... Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous....
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 8:12 am
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