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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 4:18 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 1:22 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 1:26 pm
A Small Victory
As he came to Oulixes felt two very different set of sensations going roiling through him, the first being complete and utter delight over the fact that he'd done it, he'd finally done it. He'd left a mark on his b*****d of a father... the one thing that he'd wanted to do ever since he was a tiny little youngling, huddle in the dark. He'd wanted nothing more then to make the man hurt even if it were a minuet thing and finally, finally he'd done it. He'd thank Rastian for it were he to ever get a chance to do so but he doubted that would happen, not now, not after his attack on the man. Still, it had been worth it. He'd been being berated, all the same old things that the man always mocked him about, when he'd finally had enough and struck out at him.
He'd used that powdery stuff that Rastian had given him, throwing it at the man. It had only helped to a degree, half blinding his father, and that was followed up a knife wound. He'd wanted nothing more then to bury to the hilt in the man's heart but he wasn't so lucky, no, he'd only wounded his hand when the man was forced to catch the weapon by the blade to stop his attack. He remembered the feeling of standing there, watching the blood fill his father's clenched hand before dripping onto the ground, the way the room around them fell completely silent, the sense of impending doom, but he couldn't help but to feel so pleased with himself. He'd done it, he'd made the b*****d bleed... and then it all went down hill from there. He'd gotten the mother of all beatings but he didn't even care, didn't care how much he was hurting at the moment, it was all worth it. That b*****d would look at his hand, see the wound there, and he would know that someone as worthless as Oulixes had done that to him. That was enough for him.
Rolling onto his back the halfbreed gave a groaning sound, a shudder going through his form. He doubted he'd be getting up any time soon but that didn't matter either, nothing did. He just wanted to lay here and revel in the fact that he had accomplished his life long goal... well, not the most important one of course, but at least one of them. To strike out at the man, to make him bleed, to prove to himself that he wasn't an untouchable God, no he was just a man like anyone else. It was something that pleased him to no end. A shame that he couldn't have landed the blade where he wanted it though, how nice would it have been to have cut the man down there in front of all of his followers... but even just wounding him where an audience could see was a rather nice feeling. They had probably been about as shocked as his father was at his attack, it was never something he'd done in the past. Instead he'd just taken the abuse before going to hide in the corner... and when it got too bad he'd just run away. Never before had he lashed out in such a manner but then again before he hadn't had the chance to do so nor the confidence to even attempt it.
It took everything that Oulixes had to sit up, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he did so, before he lifted a hand to inspect his face. It was hurting pretty bad and he could feel how swollen it was, to the point that one eyes was currently shut, his lip felt as though it were split, and he was sure that wasn't all. He was far from attractive before but now he was certain that he was downright hideous. Ah well, not as though there was anyone else in this cell that he needed to impress now was there? Nope, just him and his thoughts... and what the ffff...? Jerking his head to the side he glanced toward the side, unable to really see much in the darkness but he could hear breathing, "W-Who...?" He hissed out, his words a bit rough and garbled at the moment.
"Who? Who do you think, Lixes." Came Hesutu's voice, a tone that made it feel as though the man were likely rolling his eyes even if Oulixes couldn't see it, "He felt that I was in on your little stunt and here I am." Not in as rough of shape as Oulixes was, but he hadn't gotten off scot-free either. It was his own fault he supposed, he should have searched him before they went to find the Boss, should have made sure he wasn't preparing for such a thing, and he didn't. They should both pray to the Goddess that the man hadn't just killed them both out right for their 'crimes against him' but he'd shown mercy, the Boss's words not his, and only punished them before tossing them in the cell.
Oulixes starred into the darkness for a moment before giving a sigh, allowing himself to lay back on the hard, cold stone, starring up at where where he assumed the ceiling was... though how far up it was he had no idea. It was too dark to see much of anything, "I didn't... well... I guess I should have." He muttered, his words not piecing themselves together in a coherent manner. He really hadn't thought about it, about Hesutu, about what his father might suspect. Paranoia ran in the family after all, just as Oulixes felt everyone was out to get him, that nobody could be trusted, his father was the same. Unlike Oulixes who was more prone to putting space between himself and others or running his father was different. The man ruled his group through fear and violence, Hesutu and himself, they were examples to be made of, the fact that even his son and second in command would be punished if they stood against him.
With a sigh his good eyes sank shut, "I will... alright? Out of here... then go..." He would get out of here again and oddly he found himself thinking on how he should really help Hesutu out as well. The guy was a b*****d for dragging him back here but what choice had Hesutu really had? He felt himself drifting when a thought dragged him back from his daze for a moment, "Ah?! Gnat?!"
"Eh? Oh, the sprite, I let her go a while ago. Don't quite know where she went after I freed her but she's safe." Hesutu said, finding it a bit odd to hear the boy sounding concerned about something else. It was so unlike Lixes, but he supposed he shouldn't be surprised, everyone wanted something to connect with, even if it were but a pet.
Oulixes relaxed a bit hearing that Gnat was alright, that she was free, and hopefully she was flying back to... wherever it was that she came from. She didn't need to be here he thought to himself as his eyes sank closed once more and his mind set to drifting. In his day dreams he was anywhere but here, roaming in Sauti, Tale, or even Jauhar, far from this cold, dark place, far from his father, and far from the pain he was wracked with. Best that he just enjoy those day dreams for as long as he could as he doubted very highly that his father meant to leave him here forever. It wasn't the man's style to just toss someone into a hole to die, he'd be back. He was just likely planning something was all... he just had to wait, recover as well as he could, and prepare for what was coming next. Until then the daydreams were nice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:07 pm
Fever Dreams
He was dreaming... or at least he thought he was... it was rather hard to tell some days the difference between his life and his nightmares, they all sort of twisted together at points, especially anything and everything involved his father. He was currently hiding out, under a bed, his whole body shivering violently. He looked down at his hands and realized that they seemed rather... small. Why was he so small? A quick pat down of himself revealed that he was... a youngling? No, no that wasn't right, he thought that he was all grown up, that he had escaped, that he had gotten away from him, to Jauhar, somewhere safe and somewhere... good.
Hadn't he finally become a man? Old enough to get away from his father, away from Zena, away from all of the scary things... he had thought so, had thought that he was finally done with the nightmare that was his childhood but it would appear as though he had been mistaken in that assumption. Maybe that was just a dream... a good if tormenting dream to a child that wanted nothing more then to escape this place. He wanted to be back in Jauhar where he was safe...
But... No, that wasn't right going to happen was it? Hesutu had brought him back to Zena, back to this awful nightmare? Wait... but... How could he have gotten as far as Jauhar if he were just a youngling...? None of it really made any sort of sense, it just made him feel all mixed up, and confused, upset and out of sorts, it made him want to cry actually. It was when he was on the verge of tears that he heard it, the sound of foot steps that made him push himself back, further under the bed, wanting to avoid the chance that his father would see him. The man was always in a bad mood when it came to him, didn't want him around, said as much often. That he had only 'taken him in and taken care of him' because his 'worthless mother had abandoned him here'. Nobody wanted him, nobody but... Yaholo... no, wait... if he was a youngling did that mean he didn't exist? Had he just made him up?
As the steps got closer to the bed he heard another one, one that had the boy shivering all over, a chittering sound that was all too familiar, those awful bugs that had attacked and tried to kill him. He peeked out of the shadows, watching them as they came through the room, seemingly searching it for a moment before they moved on... and then everything was suddenly engulfed in flames. There was the smell of smoke, the heat of the flames, fear and pain, and he couldn't scramble out from under the bed fast enough, "Father! Hesutu? Yaholo!? Someone!" He cried out, trying to make his way through the smoke and flames, coughing as he went. There was no way out, was there? He knew that the last time that he'd fought with these bugs... he knew that it wasn't a battle he would be able to win, knew that he was going to die... he'd fought though, fought with everything that he had despite knowing this.
Reaching out he tried to grasp around through the smokey, inky darkness, trying to find his way out of his room but he couldn't find anything... all he felt was the strange sensation of something catching him, trying to force him down...
*****
And his eyes opened up for a moment, looking around in a bleary eyed panic. He flailed for a moment as unknown people hovered over him and held him down on the blanket that he had awoken on, "Keep him down! Damn it, he's going to tear his wounds open and I have only barely gotten the bleeding stopped!" One of them said, motioning to those who were holding his flailing body down.
It was something he could understand, vaguely, the fact that they were trying to help... and yet he couldn't quite believe it nor could he stop his struggles. Few people helped him for no reason, he could count those who had on one hand... and even if these people were trying to help him all he wanted to do was get away from them, away from the monsters pursuing him, didn't they know that those things were coming for him?! He tried to kick out at one of them men onto to find another of them holding his legs down to try to lessen his struggles in that manner as well.
Giving a cry he flailed that much more, "No! No... I have to get out of here! You.... you don't understand! They are after me, they are going to find me... and... and... they are going to kill me! Please, let me go!" He cried, panic filling his voice, certain that those bug men were right outside the tent that he was in, certain that they were going to burst in at any moment to finish him off.
One of the man, the one that had been talking about his wounds, the healer of the group, was suddenly moving away from him... and removed with something in his hands. He started to struggle that much more, terrified, as the strange scented, damp cloth, was pressed to his face, covering his mouth and nose. He set to struggling again but the heavy scent of herbs that filled his lungs started to over power him, making it difficult for him to continue with his fight. He couldn't fight, couldn't quite breath, and couldn't keep his eyes open. He tried to keep awake, not sure where he was or who these people were... but it wasn't long before he was starting to drift off again, back toward the inky darkness that was sleep.
As he started to fall into that darkness he heard the healer again, talking about how he needed to tend to his wounds again, to stop the bleeding again, and that if they had 'another incident like that' that he wasn't going to make it. It seemed the wounds he'd gotten were grave... but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when he was feeling as tired as he currently was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:03 pm
A Desire for a Second Chance
"With that sort of damage I am not sure how much more I can do for him... he's lost so much blood and he's pretty far gone. The way he struggled earlier, it didn't help matters any." It was a voice that seemed to be cutting through the haze that seemed to be engulfing him. It wasn't a side effect of the drug but instead it was something else, something worse, but a feeling that he knew well enough. He was weakened from that battle, he'd lost blood, had fallen out of the trees, there was the heat of the fires, and then after everything him hurting himself that much more through his struggles. He regretted it a bit, the fact that he had fought so hard against people that seemed to be trying to help him... but he hadn't been able to help it. Having people that he didn't know coming that close to him, touching him, it was... unnerving. Not to mention that he wasn't the most trusting of people, having it beaten into him that even relatives couldn't be trusted let alone strangers. Still, there was a part of him that wished that he hadn't done what he'd done.
There was a moment where his yellow eyes opened up, looking up at the expansive blue sky overhead before he felt himself floating. He was being carried along by a rather big man, one that reminded him a bit of Hesutu, a big and solumn individual. He wanted to open his eyes again, to look up at him, or to look at the healer, to try to figure out what was going on and where they were going. He could hear the other man walking alongside them, still talking... but his words seemed rather distant despite how close he was to where Oulixes currently was. There was the sound of another voice, one he didn't quite know calling something from up ahead, and it was once they got close to that man they came to a halt.
The big man that was carrying him knelt down, lowering him down to lay on what felt like a rather comfortable blanket, one warmed by the sun, his head resting on a pillow. He felt himself fading a bit more then, the tired feeling that he'd felt since as far back as he could remember seeming to finally ease off a bit. He could rest, really rest, right here in the warmth of the sun, and he wouldn't have to worry any longer. No more fighting, no more pain, no more fear, he could finally just rest. He could feel someone settle down near to him, a hand coming to sooth against his hair, something that caused him to give a little flinch before he started to relax again, "No more fighting, alright? Try to relax and rest up, don't strain yourself. We don't want you to reopen your wounds." A voice murmured to him, a voice that seemed to be reassuring him that it was alright for him to rest in the manner that he wanted. The man was then moving away, leaving him to rest up. He could hear it, the healer talking about how he wasn't sure what would happen next... and then they were too far away for them to heard any longer.
It was about then that he started to experience the sensation of floating. His eyes opened again and instead of the sky he found himself starring down at his own still form. He starred a long moment, then shook his head, "I'm dead then...?" Not exactly how he saw himself going out but... it was alright, right? If nothing else at least that kid had made it out alive and if he was lucky he wouldn't be tormented by the Dretch again. It had been a bit of an unlucky streak for the kid, the Dretch seemed to be so wrapped up in the kid, not wanting to leave his family alone. If he was at least safe then surely that meant that Oulixes had sacrificed himself for something good.
At the same time he found his moment of calm turning toward someone else, toward Yaholo. He looked around for a moment, then sighed a bit, "He really is my biggest regret." He murmured to nobody in particular, just kind of saddened by it. The guy had been kind of him on a couple of occasions, seemed to want to hang out with him, but he couldn't bring himself to sit still for long. When he did sit still all he could think about was what was going on around him, what was following him, and what was plotting against him. He didn't want to risk himself, didn't want to risk others, and the very last thing that he wanted was for his father to catch up with him or his friends... not that he'd allowed himself to have those. He avoided people, kept them at arm's length, and now he was regretting it. It was all over and he'd never see him again. It was something that had his eyes growing damp without him realizing it, tears falling over, "Yaholo..." He murmured, eyes squeezing shut.
He felt a warm breeze wrapping around him then, engulfing him, making him feel a bit more at peace. His eyes fluttered open for a moment and he saw a flickering form before him, a spirit, perhaps? He starred at it for as long as he could. It came floating toward him, encircled him a few times, seeming to be kicking up a stronger breeze. It was a strong breeze, one that seemed to blind him a bit, forcing him to close his eyes against it.
As he opened his eyes again he found himself starring up at the men from earlier... as well as at the starry night sky overhead. He starred for a time, confused as to what was going on. Hadn't it been bright and sunny a moment ago? He looked between the men for a moment, looking quite confused as the smallest member of the group knelt next to him again, taking hold of his cheeks, looking him over, looking into his eyes, before turning to the others, "I don't... understand..." He breathed, a shocked sort of tone to his voice as he set to inspecting his patient.
Oulixes was quite confused as well, mostly because he didn't understand what was going on. He dragged in a breath, his body feeling achy and stiff all over, but at least the pain seemed to have lessened. Had he been sleeping for a long time? He couldn't really say, no could he say what it was that had the healer so shocked and confused. It must be something interesting to make a healer look so surprised... but he was too tired to ask. All that he knew was that the weird feeling from earlier, the one that made him feel like he was fading, was gone. He was tired, yes, but he no longer felt as though his body was failing him. He let his eyes close again, a smile on his lips, drifting off once more but this time into sleep, sleep that included dreams of a certain dark skinned man.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:01 am
Changes
He wasn't sure how long he'd been out of it when a gentle hand on his arm brought him out of his deep, dreamless sleep, and he found himself looking around in a rather dazed manner, "Ahh... where?" He found himself murmuring, realizing that he wasn't in the same place that he had fallen asleep. There had been an expanse of blue skies there as well as the scent of sand that seemed prevalent in Tale. No, the scents around him, the scent of dampness and rotting plant material, it reminded him more of the ground level of Jauhar, which had him suddenly jerking up right. His eyes went wide as he looked around himself, a gasping sound escaping from his parched lips, "No! No... I can't be back in Jauhar. If I stay here... oh no, if I stay they are going to find me for sure!" He said, turning his worry filled eyes toward the healer who was kneeling alongside him.
This man, yes, he knew this man. He'd been there the few other times that he had been conscious. He seemed like a nice enough guy, not that Oulixes really trusted many people easily, and he had a feeling the guy wanted to help him. The problem was that he was bringing him in the wrong direction. All that he wanted was to be going... well, at this point South. Away from Jauhar, away from Zena, deeper into the dusty land of Tale where he felt the safest. This place was dangerous, it was filled with terrifying creatures, dangerous warrior women, and even more frightening then everything else was the Dretch. Those bug men, they had torn him apart despite him doing everything that he could to stand against them. Surely this man knew that staying here wasn't going to help him? It was going to get him, perhaps all of them, killed. It wasn't something that he could allow, he wasn't worth others getting hurt over.
"Ahhh... please, before they come back, before they find me... you should leave. You, those with you, you should leave! It's not safe around me." He said, his whole body shivering now from a combination of fear and pain, all of his wounds from head to toe seeming to ache due to how tense his body was. There was even a bit of blood showing against the bandages that were wrapped around the worst of his wounds.
The man shook his head, patting a soothing hand against his arm again, "Please, you can't jerk around that much, you are going to hurt yourself! Your wounds to tear, and you will bleed out... ah... look, blood is already leaking out of the wound on your shoulder." He said, lifting a hand to let it hover over the wound that had started to bleed again on his patient's shoulder. The healer gave a soft, sighing sound before he said, "While you slept your wounds seemed to have stitch themselves up a bit, as though by magic, but not enough, you are not out of woods yet."
The man sighed, looking around for a moment as though seeking any outside threats, then looked back toward his patient once more, "Listen, there has been no sightings of anyone out of the ordinary in this area. There isn't even any sign of Oban aggression, at least not this far out. Just try to relax and rest up a bit, alright? You are going to need time, a lot of it, to get back on your feet." The way that the young man seemed to be looking around in such a panicked fashion made the healer want nothing more then to try to sooth him. If he wasn't able to get him to relax then he was sure to hurt himself in his struggles. Sliding a hand up to the young man's good shoulder he gave him a little push, easily able to force him down onto his back once more. Once his patient's strength returned it would likely be harder to order him around but for the moment at least he could keep him in control.
Giving a sighing sound Oulixes murmured, "I... alright, for now... but I really can't stay here long. It's too dangerous for me, for everyone. I have to stay away from those things or they will finish me off." He didn't want to deal with the Dretch again, he was too tired, barely even able to sit up and completely unable to remain sitting up even. It was a problem when even someone as lightweight as the healer pushed him down. He looked from side to side from where he was laying, but soon gave up as he couldn't really see all that far off given that they were at the edge of some part of Jauhar and the trees blocked out a lot of the scenery. At this point he could only hope that where they were currently wasn't near where the Dretch had attacked and nearly killed him. If he was lucky then they were elsewhere now and that they thought that they had succeeded in killing him. If that were the case then maybe they would just leave him be from now on?
The healer looked down at him for a long moment, then gave him a smile. Deciding that it was time to try to change the subject, hoping that he would be able to calm his patient down some, "You know I have been taking care of you for some time, ever since we found you on the forest floor in fact, and I have yet to get your name. Do you think you are feeling up to sharing it with us yet? I would love to know what it is that we should be calling you." He said, settling down next to him so that he could sit more comfortably alongside the scarred up man.
Oulixes starred up at him for a long moment as though he was debating on it, then sighed softly. He shook his head before looking away from the healer, "I... don't think it would be a good idea. Using my name, it will lure in the very people that I am running from. The worst of them... he is a monster." He hadn't been able running for some time though, now that he thought about it, and yet nobody had come for him on behalf of his father. That was a good thing, right? Perhaps his father would also think him dead after all that had happened and he would stop searching for him? A fool's hope and dream but still, it was the one thing that he wanted the very most in the world, for that man to forget about him. The down side to that being that while no one of a dangerous nature had arrived to attack him he doubted that anyone he actually wanted to find him wouldn't either. How he wished that he knew where Yaholo was... though a voice in the back of his head mockingly said that Yaholo had likely moved on no matter how much Oulixes missed him. It had been ages after all.
"Shhh, it's alright, I understand. You should know that I am not going to force you to share your name with me. No, I would much rather you remain in a calm and amiable mood instead, that is what will help to aid in your recovery after all." He said in a reassuring tone of voice, then gave his patient a smile, "Now, what do you think of this idea, how about you pick you a new name? That way we have something that we can call you for the remainder of your time with us?" While there was a part of him that was curious as to who his patient really was, where he came from, and the like he knew that pushing him would likely only drive him off. The last thing that he wanted was to do that when he knew that he was in no condition to take care of himself.
Giving a little chuckle, as though he recalled something amusing, the man then said, "My name is Arrats by the way, and if you like when the others get back from hunting I can introduce you to them as well. They might not be back for a bit but it will give us time between now and then to figure out your new name. Just another grand change for you to go through." He said with a soft chuckle.
It was a comment that caused Oulixes to turn and look over toward the chatty healer once more, starring at him, before he finally took the bait and asked, "Another grand change? You make it sound as though there was another one that I should know about." What was the healer going on about?
"Easy now, friend, I mean your eyes. I know you probably aren't aware, there aren't a lot of mirrors off in the middle of the wilds. It happened while you were asleep that first day, when we thought that you might... that you were going to..." He trailed off, not wanting to tell the man that they were all certain that he was going to die. Instead he waved the thought off and said, "Something powerful must have been at your side, a spirit that didn't think it your time, and not only did it bring you back from the brink but its touch seemed to have caused your eyes to turn green. New eyes, a new name, you're nearly a new man."
Oulixes lifted an hand, allowing it to hover above his eyes for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face, "My eyes have changed? Really?" He murmured, thinking on that for a time. So that thing he'd seen in his dreams, it had saved him as well as left its mark on him then? It was strange but it was also welcome, moving his hand then to take hold of a lock of his hair he lifted it up to look it over for a long moment before he said, "I should see about changing my hair as well, then perhaps I will finally be safe from him." If he changed enough perhaps his father would no longer be able to find him? If he thought that it might help then he would try anything, wanting nothing more then a moment in which he could feel safe.
"You wish to change your hair? Well, dyeing hair isn't exactly something I use my herbs for but there is no reason why we can't try it out. No promise on how the color might turn out though." Arrats said with a soft chuckle, "Before that how about we decide upon your name? Name first, then hair, and after that we will do our best to help you to get back on your feet." It seemed as though he was kind of desperate to free himself from a rather specific person, though who he couldn't say. Whoever it was he must be dangerous, especially if he was able to make this guy so desperate to escape that he'd do anything and change anything. Arrats would do all he could to aid his patient to not only get better but to change himself so that he could escape from his pursuer.
Giving a slow nod he said, "A new name first, yes. I can't say that I have any ideas though... I guess that while I have dreamed of being anyone else but me it's never gone beyond idle thought." He wondered why he'd never thought of changing his name before, probably because a simple name change wouldn't have helped. It was many things coming together that even gave him the chance at becoming someone new. If by chance he came across Yaholo what would he think? A thought he shoved aside, not wanting to think too hard about Yaholo given the fact that he so feared being rejected by him were they to meet again.
"Hmm, no ideas? Let me think then... ah..." Arrats tilted his head to one side, seeming to be in deep thought, before he nodded, "I know just the name for you, it's a name that means 'rebirth' where I am from, 'Rilind'. What do you think?"
"Rilind?" He murmured, testing the name, then gave a slow nod of his head. It was a good name, it had a good sound to it and it sounded good, "I will accept it with thanks." So from now on he was Rilind he thought to himself, letting his emerald eyes sink shut. Here was to hoping that Rilind had better luck in life the Oulixes had.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:04 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:24 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 7:17 pm
Ril: 8 (+5 from Chal) (used for 1 RP/Solo, 1 Battle, and 1 Resistance Token )
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 1:06 am
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