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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:20 pm
*Luke lets out a short, relieved laugh.* Yeah, good thing we didn't fry--
*He blinks* Whoa, back up... You put that together?
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:37 pm
I couldn't afford a car like that back when bought it. It was a heap, but... it was my heap. It took me eight years to restore it, mostly tracking down the parts. The work wasn't so hard, really. Older cars are easy. My fa-- ... uncle was a mechanic. I grew up around cars.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:43 pm
*Luke gets himself another beer as well. Eight years.... He is such an a*****e.*
There's something to be said for putting together a car like that...
When I was a sophomore in high school, I got a job downtown... waiting tables at this little Italian Pizza Place.... You know the deal. I worked into my senior year there.... and I found a guy with a '66 Mustang Fastback.
Granted, it wasn't in perfect shape. Everyone wants the '68 Fastback, right? But it was nice.... I helped him fix it up....He cut the price down, and then he sold it to me. *Luke stares forward, remembering* I gave him every cent I earned for that car.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:53 pm
*Bard smiles thoughtfully* There's nothing like owning a car you helped restore, eh?
*he walks over to the car again. It's cooled down, so he shuts the hood. Somehow it feels like shutting a casket.*
Now, I could afford to have a pro fix this one up, but.... I'd rather do it myself. Even if it takes eight more years...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 12:08 am
*Luke takes a moment to be solemn about the loss of the car.*
*Then he says...*
How in the hell did it get in here anyway?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 12:18 am
Well... *Bard scratches his head* I don't know... I was sitting in the car while I was trying to enter the Brink... but then we doen't usually bring chairs with us...
But... I was a bit desperate to get here at the time... and... *he chuckles* I was focusing on bringing everything with me... so....
*he shrugs*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 12:26 am
*Luke smirks a little... But that smirk fades. This place is weird, he reminds himself. Unpredictable...and unsafe.*
*It's as if the onset of such a thought caused him to begin to fade.*
*Luke regards Bard.* Sorry about the engine! If it's still here next time, I'm in I'll take a look at---
*He's out.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 12:41 am
*Bard watches Luke go, then looks forelornly at his car. He places his hands on it, squinting his eyes, murmuring* I believe... I believe...
*when he opens his eyes however, he and the car are still in the Brink.*
I guess you stay here, then...
*he ensures that he has both sets of keys and that the car is properly locked. He turns to the board, suddenly remembering that he gave his key to Maggie, but his key is there, waiting for him. He puts it in the door and heads back to his own time.*
** Exit Bard **
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 1:33 am
* It fAdes in.. *
*it reMembers wiTH mAn-mind This place.. meMories wANder lonelY thrOUgh its Flesh-fORm.. kindlinG One Tiny Spark Of seLf-memOry.. uNtil GreAt masters Grant him the wisdOm-pain. What hE shows thEm now Pleases them.. FOR though Man-thing is yet barEly Corporeal in tHIs pLace.. anD though it is not the old-woRld.. EveN so It is Form beYOnd void.. Useful.. YEs.. Too useful.. Here perhAps Void may bE Torn.. and thEn whAt pleasuRe-pain might maSters bestoW..? EvEn not-PaIn.. oh For not-pain.. it Yearns fOr bUt a HAlf-moment of not-pain.. *
Void bids it rEturn.. tHEre cAn be no ResisTance.. it fadeS out..*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:38 am
K appears in the Brink walking leisurely when he comes to a sudden stop. He looks back and forth, once again aware that he is no longer home. He marvles at its vast lack of presence and thinks "Wow, if only they could see this"
He sniffs the air and is suprised to recognize the smell of burning. Burning what, he can't distinguish but its obvious there had been a fire. He looks over to the large green machine across the way. He notices that the smell gets stronger as he approaches it, so he stops, in case that is what Luke meant by 'danger'
He is alone now, so he decides to take a look at the bar. The others seemed to manuver around it freely, so he assumed there would be no harm in doing so himself. Eventually he fishes out a large black bottle with a long neck he reads the label and confirms that it is wine.
"I wonder if it is the same here." He opens it up, and pours himself a glass.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 12:24 pm
K takes a sip of wine and swallows, only to follow it with a barrage of hacks and coughs.
*Cough cough cough* *Hek!* Oh man. *Kef* That's...just a little stronger than I'm used to.
He takes another sip.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:38 pm
((Hey Mamasboy, in case you're not sure, if you have to go before you can fade your character or put him in his room, we just assume you've faded out ^_^))
:::Cora walks into the main room from the hall. She sees that no one else is around and decides to get herself a much deserved glass of chardonnay:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:43 pm
*Luke fades into the Brink.... He's on his way to the lacrosse courts.... He's been in the gym a lot recently.*
*He looks around, accepts fate, and walks up to the bar.*
*Where he sees Cora.*
*He addresses her as he takes off his elbow pads and sets them on the bar.*
Hey.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:49 pm
:::Cora's about to take a sip when she looks over and sees Luke getting himself situated at the bar. She lowers the glass, looks over at him just long enough to say:::
Hello.
:::Then back down at the glass:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:51 pm
*Luke pats his lips and rolls his eyes away. He leaned against the bar, facing her.*
So, I take it you're still mad at me.
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