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Ooc: *poke*
A girl with auburnish hair jumped down a flight of stairs, landing neatly on her feet. She brushed some strands out of her vibrant green eyes as she picked up what looked like a mechanical hand with her right hand, and she continued walking to a small house down the street. School had finally ended for a decent time; rats had infested the basement of the school and as such school was canceled until the school could get rid of them. She opened the door of the shack and whistled as a sign she was there. She hardly ever said anything. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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In another part of town, a Japanese girl were humming a song by Good Charlotte.
The girl seemed hyper, constantly jumping and skipping, singing bars to "Riot Girl". SHe had a cutesy look of vague optimism about her. She had a rather cute dress sense too, short denim skirt with white socks that came up over her kness, a darkish red top and white shirt type thing over it, with a silver clasp. She was snapping pictures with a customized violet camera. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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The girl sat down on the sofa and picked up the mechanical hand with her feet and attached it to her left wrist, which was barely there.
She'd lost that hand in a car accident about six years before. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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The worst thing that had ever happened to the Japanese girl, Mika, was when the old shotgun aboove the fireplace overheated and went off.
It perforated her right leg, her little brother's arm. And the cat. The cat got it worse. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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Oh boy... Poor kitty.
The girl in the shack looked up and picked up a guitar, setting it on her crossed legs as she tuned it. The mechanical hand didn't even have to be told how to fix something; she'd programmed it to fix anything. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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The girl, Nameko, looked up, hearing the snapping of a camera.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |