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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:47 pm
Faust followed, feeling bad about leaving the other girl behind, but realizing that if he didn't at least try to sleep, his match the following morning might go badly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:48 pm
"don't worry...she's following us...i'll let her stay too..."*the houses got more run-down the farther they went*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:54 pm
"Where in Tokyo are we?" Faust asked, glancing at the rundown buildings. He'd been homeless for a long time now, but his situation was never dire enough to bring him near such delapidated structures.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:55 pm
"the shinjuku(sp?) district...the worst part...sorry, but this is where it is..."*they arrived at a big abadoned warehouse.*"we're here..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:05 pm
A mouse scuttled across Faust's foot. When he was a college boy in medical school, he'd hated mice. They'd actually frightened him to the point where he'd leave the room if there was one present, hyperventilating and breathing into a paper bag until one of the "real" men took care of the pest. But so much had changed. His reflexes had become so slow that he didn't even flinch.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:08 pm
*two spirits approached them*"Tsume, what's this?"
"just bringing in a shaman..."
*other ghost*"oh really? thats so unlike you...."
"yea yea yea...anyways...if that other girl back there asks, she can come in too got it?"*the ghosts nodded and disappeared*"lets go..."*she walked in the door*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:30 pm
Faust sighed wistfully, watching the ghosts drift down the hall. Some days he wished that he moved like that, the effort and the pain a dim memory. The morphine in his bloodstream almost did that, but they brought him no nearer to Eliza.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:33 pm
*a tall man who looked like he wethered many storms came out*"hey fang..."
*fang*"who's this Tsume?"
"a shaman..."
*fang*"i can see that...."
*she shrugged*"what more do you need to know?"
*fang*"tsume.....you dont even know his name do you?"
"nope..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:42 pm
"I'm Hans," Faust provided quickly, extending his hand. He reverted to his childhood nickname, the shortened version of "Johannes," out of precaution. He didn't want new people to know his real name quite yet. His family's reputation was a little too much for him to handle at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:45 pm
*fang shook his hand*"I'm Fang....Since you probably don't know..this is Netsubo...but she's known as wither Tsume or Kitsune....I appologize for her attitude..."
*netsubo rolled her eyes*"Ignore him...he thinks that just because he runs this gang, he can say whatever he wants..."
*fang caught her ear*"what was that tsume?"
"ow! nothing! let go!!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:49 pm
Faust stiffened. He'd always been wary of gangs, and ever since a few years ago, he was very nervous about guns. Even the sight of one made him feel like vomiting. He hoped that these shamans were gentle even though they put on a tough front. He couldn't afford to break a bone, at least not before a fight...
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:53 pm
*netsubo rubbed her ear*"that hurt DAMNIT!"
*fang*"watch your language Tsume....that's the last warning you get today...."
"fine...."*she started to walk down the hallway*
*fang*"follow her and she'll show you to a room...a NICE ROOM"*he said loudly so she swould hear him*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:02 pm
A nice room? Is there such a thing in this place? Faust thought, trailing behind Shizuka and feeling more like a lost ghost than ever. He remembered the house he'd owned with Eliza, and the satin sheets... his chest hurt. He probably needed more morphine. He drew a syringe out of his pocket, expertly and silently, trusting that Netsubo would not turn around and notice him shooting drugs on the way down the hall.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:06 pm
*she could sense that he had drawn a sharp object, but she knew he wouldnt attack her.she stopped infront of a gray door...she opened it*"here...this is one of the nicer rooms here...sorry if it isn't up to standards..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:10 pm
"It's fine," Faust said, his tongue like lead. But if his speech was less clear than usual, he could blame it on his accent. He entered the room, stripping off his coat and drawing a heavy chain that had been draped around his alarmingly thin body over his head. Attached to the chain was a human skeleton that had been assembled and bound. Placing the remains gently on the bed, Faust took a seat in a broken-down chair nearby, leaning his head against the wall to sleep.
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