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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 12:17 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:29 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:34 pm
A Shark's First Christmas
Christmas. For most people it was a day like any other, save for the obvious point that it was a holiday. Not just any holiday, a significant one. The 25th of December had been an important holiday in his community back in North Ireland, given that the small quaint area was alike any other and filled completely by people of similar faiths, Catholicism in this case. His mother was a gentle woman and she loved the holiday. Every year the house would be filled weeks in advance with the thick, spiced smells of homecooking and baking mixed with pot porries, evergreen and peppermint. There would be ornaments modestly decorating the household and they would dress in their best starched Sunday clothes to go to midnight mass. The boring regiment provided somesort of a calming familiarity to the holidays.
Understandably perhaps, Christmas was lost since the year Alec's mother left their home. He was lucky to get a glimpse of a tree in their house though by the time he realized it since the painful after-affects of his mother's departure were long worn off, he'd been raised to not even care.
This was much the mindframe that the young shark-like teenager was in during the days surrounding Christmas. If not for the few trinkets he'd discovered on his doorstep, the teen probably wouldn't have noticed the holiday go by at all.
The few appreciated gifts now displayed warmly on a shelf in his duplex, the youngster resumed the hermit-like activities he'd adopted following the events involving Amaya in the cafeteria. Sleep was sparse and restless, though truthfully he hadn't slept at all for at least 3 days after the ordeal. Sequestering himself inside gave him ample time to nurse the festering images in his mind and the lack of stimuli ensured that the iguana girl was never far from his thoughts. At first he felt almost ashamed at the feelings of repulsion and fear, but the concern for Amaya's well-being almost outweighed it all entirely. If she hadn't looked like death itself when he handed that frail body over than he most likely wouldn't have been sitting, sick to his stomach and alone in his duplex for days. He concidered making the daunting trek down the path towards the labs - a road that struck fear into him if not only for the reason that he had no idea what sight awaited him in the end - but had convinced himself that he was incapable. Perhaps he felt it easier to dwell in a handmade hell than to face the tribulations that awaited him beyond his door.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:29 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:35 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:38 pm
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