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 Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:02 pm
"Oh, okay," answered Ophelia as she slowly closed the lid of her bag. Everyone was always telling her to get organized; not being able to find a resume must leave a terrible impression on a prospective employer...
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:46 pm
Jay sat up on the stretcher, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. His back had about three needles left in it, and as he reached back he pulled each one out with painstaking effort. His angelic eye opened as it looked down through his body. He could see his veins...he could see the toxins running through them. This feeling wasn't natural to him at all...and he began to wonder why he was in such pain in the first place.
Then he looked over to his hand: the amulet. It was a little token of victory that he had taken from the field of battle in bryn mawr. He was afraid to put it on, however. Even if he had the strength to lift the chain over his head, there was no telling what kind of arcane purpose that thing had. All he knew was two things: it was very valuable, and it hurt when you put it on.
But the pain he expirienced from the amulet was different from the kind of pain he felt from the attackers. This one was more of a direct spear to the soul kind of pain. He felt himself leaving his body, like he was going to die.
He would have to read up more about this, he thought, if he survived.
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