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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:54 pm
"You know what? Screw it! Screw you! I'm tired of always trying to be the nice guy because I always end up running into depressive jackasses like you!" Marty yelled. Hokay, he had cut loose now, something he tried to avoid, oh well. "You don't want sympathy? Fine, you get my real thoughts. Sucks to be you. Sucks to be all of us! You think I'm serious about that paradise crap? I despise this place. I got no internet damnit! Moreau took away one of the sole places I could find enjoyment in this world. May your changes be especially painful and may your stay here be hell on Earth."
Marty turned to leave, but only took a few steps before calming down again. He turned back and said, much calmer now, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to snap at you like that. I tend to forget that just because I've come to cope easily doens't mean everyone does."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 5:39 pm
It's funny, you seem to have a lot more troubles around here, and I'm the new one. Cecil noted in his book, tossing it back to the man.
He smiled. It's not like he was enjoying watching Marty rant. The kid sighed and layed down in the sand, and looked up into a cloudless sky. Is this island going to be his world for the rest of his life? That's... Not very good. Who was he kidding? This was the most horrible thing to ever happen to him since that surgery. Oh god, it's just painful just thinking about it. The smile faded.
"This sucks." Cecil said, his voice tiny and extremely raspy, barely noticeable over the ocean waves. Manipulating his throat to have a makeshift larynx was annoying, more trouble than it's worth. Those two words he could spare, it felt right just to say them.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:32 pm
"Yes, I admit, I am troubled now and then." said Marty as he handed Cecil back his notebook. "But meh... I drown out the worries with deep thoughts, crazy adventure, and video games, just like I have my entire life."
It was at this point that Cecil talked. "Holy!... so you can talk or is that the syrum already working?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:41 pm
Cecil made a pfft. with his lips. Yeah, if that serum was kicking in already, he'd be in a panic. Too lazy to lift himself up, he lifted the book over his face and wrote,
I could do some tricks with the throat. It's too much trouble. Besides, I like being quiet, it gives me an excuse to punch someone if I'm pissed. He gave it to Marty.
The ocean's waves were calming his nerves, at least he didn't seem compelled to cry. His eyes closing a little bit, he put out another sigh.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:42 pm
"Hey, is that a provocative, threat type remark?" Marty said jokingly with a grin. He looked out over the water. Thinking about what he had left behind. Wasn't much. Perhaps that's how he got over it so fast. All he lost was his uncle, but after loosing everyone else, I guess that sort of dulled the pain... Marty thought upon these thoughts of his.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:05 pm
Cecil simply shrugged.
It's not like he never has, he has, but rarely. New York City was not one of those places where they slap you on the wrist for assault. Yes, the mute has hurt a few people, but it's understandable, if you couldn't get through to some idiots, there was only one way to get their attention.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 5:02 pm
((Stella good fellows tree roo 0% cluelessly clueless as clueless gets))
Stella was in a giddy mood. hand clutched tightly on her diary, she was run running around thinking that this place was some sort of fairy tale land. Even though she was 11 she hadn't been to school for 5 years! And now she somehow got here! "I'm gonna have to write about this one!" she said out loud stupidly
((Sorry if I came in at a bad time...))
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 6:09 pm
Marty looked away from Cecil for a moment just in time to see Stella mozying up the beach towards them.
"Oh for ****'s sake!" he thought inwardly to himself. He was not in the mood to break the news to more people. Not after Cecil, not to a little kid and not all in the same day. Letting out a quick, silent stream of curse words, he rolled backwards into a bush.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:34 pm
Stella saw Marty go into the bushes and stopped. She was alittle curious. Insted of running towards them she stood still and thought about it.
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