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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 12:28 pm
Ignacio was being creative with his monster. It was certainly pink and threatening, and Ignacio was proud of it. What it should look like kept changing in his heaad, though, so even if it was taking a definite pig shape its face was starting to resemble something out of a Picasso mockery.
...Admittedly, it did look like a monster.
Ignacio didn't really remember the guns in his own dreams but he certainly recognized the idea of zombies and carnage. "That's the same flavor of outrageous my dreams are, with the zombies and such," mumbled Ignacio, suddenly ignoring the pig-monster again in favor of talking to Elle. "That's pretty... odd."
Odd was a word for it. Odd might have been an understatement. Maybe he couldn't think of a way to describe it. The bitter feeling came back on his tongue, and he couldn't help taking another gulp of Monster. No, he was not going to start being bitter and mopey today, unless it was making fun of the diorama which he was perfectly happy to do.
"I wonder what the hell happened in there." Even if Elle thought it was better not to know, Ignacio thought it would be much better to know. Much better.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 2:23 pm
"... Araya, what the ******** is that even supposed to be anymore?" Elle pointed at the lump of clay in his hands and quirking an eyebrow at him, really doubtful that Ignacio even remembered what the project was about anymore. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, then paused as he said that he had the same dreams. A chill ran down her spine again, even more powerful than the first.
"Um, yeah? Three of us are having the same ******** dreams? Some kind of sick coincidence? Zombie conspiracies?" she turned towards him, getting more creeped out and disturbed by the instant. "You know what the weirdest thing is, is that sometimes I get this really creepy feeling like something bad is nearby... it's been bugging the s**t out of me since I was discharged from the hospital..."
Elle shuddered, shaking her head. "It's too creepy, man. If it didn't possibly involve zombies, I'd say we should go up to the old place and investigate... you know... see if they left anything behind." It sounded way too survivor horror for her. At least she could turn Resident Evil 4 off if it started really creeping the living ******** out of her. Haunted houses, not so much.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 2:52 pm
When she criticized his totally awesome pig-monster Picasso, Ignacio pouted slightly before crushing the totally awesome pig-monster Picasso and starting over. He needed to get this done quicker before he lost the image this time. "A pile of crushed pig," replied Ignacio, before going to take another sip of Monster.
If possible, this Monster drink seemed to be making Ignacio even more antsy, but it wasn't making any visual difference yet, even if he was talking at a bit of a faster pace. "Zombie conspiracies..." He dragged off only momentarily before he continued, "It's a strange thought, though I wonder if the zombie conspiracies are linked to any sort of reality. I mean the three of us have been having the same freakish types of dreams..."
It might've been something their brains were twisting up, too, but from what? Sherlock Holmes would have had this figured out already. Ignacio could only wish to figure things out as quickly as Holmes, but he was no failure either. "I've been having similar feelings that something bad is lurking, but I don't know why. I might just go investigate the old location anyway." If he could remember where it was. He couldn't pinpoint Barren Pines on a Google map anywhere...
His hands were rapidly back to work on something more humanoid that was beginning to take shape.
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