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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:59 am
"Pretty much anything if I put effort into it." he grinned sheepishly like young children do..it was his way of showing innocense and he could barely help it. "I can draw alot of things..but only if i'm obligated..other times I just procrastinate big time"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:01 am
"I hear ya," she said. "When I was younger, I'd always put off school stuff and do it at the last minute. Still managed reasonable grades, though. I spent my class time doodling. I'm not bad if you consider stick people art."
She grinned. Laura liked art- if she could tell what she was looking at. That was why she respected Izzy's talent so much.
She turned to the driver and asked him, "So where exactly are we off to?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:42 am
Izzy continued to smile and started to sketch something.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:37 pm
(I'm sorry friends, I have spent the past 3 days in a hospital with my grandfather. We just lost him last night, to a long and hard battle with cancer. I will be out of town until thursday to attend services. I apologize for my absence as of late. If I can establish an internet connection in the mean time, I will post. If not, look for my return on thursday. I apologize again, and look forward to rejoining you all soon)
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:51 pm
Jhovanna walked once more through the dark, icy streets of Quebec. Above, the clock tower chimed twelve times. Midnight, the witching hour.
"This is Tom Manning from the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. If you are interested in a field agent position, schedule a flight to our headquarters by returning this call. Do not repeat this message to anyone."
Personally, Jhovanna remained wary of Manning and other American authorities. Canadian officials had welcomed her in, after looking over a clean record with a respected family from Europe, and that had been good enough. But America was too picky and too nosy, and after seeing Manning on TV her distrust and suspicion rose. She simply chose to avoid Americans as much as possible.
On the other hand...
Americans were well-paying citizens, and from the excessive paranormal activity that happened all over the world, they had to be well paid to take care of it. Her exorcisms were more out of civic duty, and what she was paid was just enough for a home, food, and the occasional indulgence in one thing or another. With this new paycheck, all she had to do was her usual job, just with pokey, nosy Americans. She didn't like the latter being added, but work was work.
Sighing slightly, she flipped open her phone and dialed the BPRD's number. She had a flight to arrange...
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:03 pm
Mo J - BPRD (I'm sorry friends, I have spent the past 3 days in a hospital with my grandfather. We just lost him last night, to a long and hard battle with cancer. I will be out of town until thursday to attend services. I apologize for my absence as of late. If I can establish an internet connection in the mean time, I will post. If not, look for my return on thursday. I apologize again, and look forward to rejoining you all soon) (I'm sorry about that dude..I hope everything turns out for the best ok?)
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:54 pm
12:00...Midnight bell tolls twelve. An uplifting aroma fills the night air as he steps up the main hall. This was his first time in america and he didn't feel so even..it almost vexed him at how putrid life here was. It hurt him to see so many homeless but he swallowed the crimson agony and stepped inside. A gentleman perhaps was standing before him. It was hard to tell for the many spirits he watched looked former as it was and he nodded to make sure he wasn't speaking to the dearly departed "Good morning Mr. Manning ..." he spoke with upmost respect.
"Well I see you can speak english..I heard you can do good things right? Well I'm not going to hold your hand now come inside."
With a heavy sigh of grief, the man followed Mr. Manning to a large room with an emblem on the marble ground. "So I see your name is Bruno eh?..sounds like a dog's name..". Bruno looked at him, holding his suitcase "With all do respect sir..I am not here to be descriminated..I am foreign yes but I am also willing to do all I can to help." he was stern but he also managed to keep a sense of calm. The Rosary around his wrist symbolicly shown his faith and his formal wear radiated with high social status. As the elevator took them down into the complex he stared directly ahead with emmense care.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 2:41 pm
Ring, Ring, Ring.
Standing oddly in the middle of the empty streets of Quebec, Jhovanna could only fathom how high the phone bill would be after this call. They'd better pay her really well...
"This is Manning,"
"You called for a job?"
"Ah, Miss, Vlad was it? From Romania?"
".....Its Translyvania Mr. Manning."
"Ah same thing. Well I am busy right now so I will simply talk to you later," and with a snap he hung up. Jo look disbelievingly at the phone before shoving it furiously into her bag.
"That shitty p***k!"
__________________
Four hours and twenty ghosts later, she would still be pissed off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 6:05 pm
Turning slightly, Bruno looked his way "I'm not the only new recruit am I?"
Manning looked at him "Just this girl from romania.."
"You mean Transylvania..." Bruno interupted "You should address a lady with respect". The elevator stopped and he walked out into the open.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:13 pm
Mo J - BPRD (I'm sorry friends, I have spent the past 3 days in a hospital with my grandfather. We just lost him last night, to a long and hard battle with cancer. I will be out of town until thursday to attend services. I apologize for my absence as of late. If I can establish an internet connection in the mean time, I will post. If not, look for my return on thursday. I apologize again, and look forward to rejoining you all soon) My complete condolences... take as long as you need.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:47 am
As they carried on, the artist continued on his peice of work. He too wondered ablout the disappearances but his mind still remained on Belemine. That darkness, that guardian of crime and hate and all that which is bad cursed by God's love and punished for Cain's crime.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:24 pm
(Hey friends, I am back and happy to be so. It's been a cathartic week of sorts, and I'm ready to resume my normal life once again. Thanks for waiting for me BTW)
"We are headed to the Paoli Rail Yard, in Paoli Pennsylvania. The file here says..." Mo grabbed a stack of papers he had on the dash and read to his passengers in his smartest sounding voice, "Pennsylvania initiated litigation over environmental contamination at the Paoli Rail Yard in the late 1970s, and the EPA designated the property as a Superfund site in 1990."
He threw the papers back on the dash. "So basically the site was a toxic dump, and now there are strange things going on, to say the least. Squonks have been reported in the state in the past, so that doesn't surprise me so much, but the disappearing people is why the BPRD was called to check it out. My guess; whatever caused these people to vanish may have scared the squonks out of the nearby woods into plain site of the locals."
Mo was driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the same hand tapping to the beat of the music. "Now THIS is music. The man in black is like a home cooked meal to this country boy. Sticks to the ribs..."
"So I say we start at the yard, talk to some locals, see if we can't find any of those fancy clues, and then move to the woods. I gotta feelin' that's where our troubles lie."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:36 pm
(good to have you back^^)
Zigfreid looked up from his sheet at Mo-J in the seat before him and grinned, letting out a little laugh. "Hey I was thinking..could it be a golem?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:53 pm
"Honestly kid, it could be Santa Claus for all I know at this point. What do you think Laura? Any other creepies that have been known to hang out in the North East?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:23 pm
The next morning, Jhovanna's usual run around the city was interrupted by her ringing phone. Seeing Manning on the caller ID, she felt an urge to just hang up. But...then she'd probably miss all the other times he was free to talk, and she flipped open the phone.
"Hello Manning."
"Ms. Vlad. Glad you've arranged to join us."
"When's the flight?"
"This Friday, 4 pm. Quebec Airport to Kennedy Airport. An agent will pick you up."
"Right."
The breif conversation endly as abruptly as it started and as Jo continued her run, she pondered life at the BPRD. Who would she meet there? What were they like?
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