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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:17 pm
"Everything sounds good when you're high," Sid said. Thankfully neither of them had proposed anything stupid yet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:20 pm
"I though' she loved me... I though' I was savin' her. I really did," Billy said quietly, watching the water pour from the faucet intently.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:23 pm
"Yeah... Always how it goes... They roll ya, man." He made a vague circular motion with his hand, which reminded him... "You should probably shut that off. The water, I mean."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:27 pm
"I mean... I killed tha' guy. For her. Feckin' brains all o'er th'back wall...." His eyes were glistening and trembling, his skin blotching with white veins, his coloration shiftening and lightening as htough he were paling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:30 pm
"Dude, the water?" But somewhere in the back of his fuzzy mind Sid knew he had to say something to that. "I mean... that's ******** up."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:33 pm
Billy's tentacles were trembling as he finally shut off the water and slumped aganst the side of the tub to let the spines down his back stretch their slight webbing. "It aint crystal, bu' I do... remember it...'
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:35 pm
"That sorta thing stays with ya, yeah..." Sid tried to think back, but most of his clearest memories involved failure or humiliation of some sort, things that encouraged him to keep on drinking... Or smoking, which he did.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:42 pm
"I keep t'inkin' aboo' it... I do... alone in tha' lake... locked in tha' tank in th'labs fer days all alone in th'dark... all I can see is Frank MacCook's face bein' feckin' smashed in... an then runnin' an' th'rest's all a feckin' blurr! It weren't me fault. She set me up t'do it." His tone wavered and dipped and sped and slowed, caught between terror and remorse and humor and anger.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:45 pm
"Women..." Sid said, nodding his head. He had a sudden feeling that it was going to fall off if he did to much of that so he stopped. "They make you do stupid things..."
Sage advice from a man who had just reached up to make sure his head was still firmly attached. It was, so he relaxed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:52 pm
Billy twitched as he watched his memories play behind his eyes- at least what wasn't damaged beyond recognition. He'd had plenty of nightmares out alone in the dark wilderness. He'd had nightmares back in the States, and home... but no, that ******** rock was his home. For the rest of his life. Aubrey's baby could wait for now. He had all the time in the world, after all... his eyes were drooping as he slid deeping into the water.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:56 pm
Sid sat in silence, pleasantly drifting, for a few minutes before he realized Billy was falling asleep. He stooped over and gently took the joint from his tentacle, because it'd be a shame if it fell into the water when he drifted off. He let his mind wander aimlessly from one stupid subject to the next before it grew dark enough outside to allow him to feel comfortable taking Billy home.
There were dangers out there in the jungle at night, like the wolf girl and god knew what else, but the glorious thing about being high is that it made issues like whether trees dreamed seem more important.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:12 pm
Newt had taken far longer with Sid's typewriter than he had planned to be, but the draw of the machine and all it's fascinating little fiddly bits had been stronge. It hadn't taken much, a few hours rearanging things and experimenting befor he managed to figure out how the parts should go and then another few days to properly reattatch and mend everything. Broken bits were mended well enough with bits of wire and five minute epoxy, and nothing had been bent too badly. Confident in his work, the frog man had carefully placed the heavy machine in it's duffle-bag and slung it over his shoulder to hop to the old fish-man's duplex. A few worrysome thunks on several landings made him hesitate as he made it to the duplex number he had written down. "Ah... oh, b-blast...!" It was alright! It had to be alright! He just fixed the darn thing!
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:33 pm
The noise roused Sid out of a perfectly good sleep, though thanks to nodding off in a chair his neck hurt. Muttering, he pushed himself up to his feet and staggered towards the door, his vision reluctantly clearing along with the fading stiffness in his limbs as he moved. He still wasn't quite awake when he opened the door. The sudden rush of light was as good as a slap to the face, however. He recoiled and raised an arm up to shield his poor, oversensitive eyes.
"What is it?" he said, unable to see who it was.
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