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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:12 pm
*her room was down the hall. she walked in ,but couldnt sleep..too much was on her mind*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:14 pm
Faust slept soundly, in part thanks to the morphine. Without it, he tended to wake up screaming from nightmares only a mind like his could conceive of. And that was if he got to sleep at all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:18 pm
*she sighed...only a few hours left..her fight was tonight...she stood and paced her room*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:32 pm
((Dream/memory))
"I wanted to die," Faust said savagely. "There's your reasoning! I wanted to die, to be irrecoverable, to be completely and wholly lost to this world! Can you understand my 'line of reasoning?' Can you, you overbloated bag of sausage?!"
"Yes," the fat man replied, his lips pressed together and his expression stony.
"You mock me," Faust snarled. "Fine, I tell you what I did, but I do not regret it! I simply regret that I am not with my love." He waited, pausing significantly. "I bought hard liquor," he began, "novel for me, with almost a completely concentrated alchohol content. Deadly when paired with most medications, overkill when coupled with true poison. Do you follow me, gentlemen?" he continued. "I obtained cyanide, sent a bullet through my head, and fell from the bluff I was to live with Eliza on. I meant to die, and hardly call this living." he gestured spitefully toward the bare, cold room.
"You died several deaths, and yet sit before us. Does it occur to you, Johann Faust VIII, that it was perhaps not your day to die?"
"I died with Eliza," Faust whispered. "The only reason I yet breathe is because I knew where the bullet would result in a sweet and imminent death. The barrel slipped at the last moment. Perhaps...." Faust faltered, his eyes suddenly filling with tears, "Perhaps Eliza pushed it aside, so that I might live..." he trailed off.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:59 pm
*netsubo sighed and walked out her door..she shut it with a slam..though she didnt mean to...she was just getting worked up for her fight*
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:02 pm
Faust opened his eyes. So much for sleeping. He heard pacing in the room next to his; was that the girl-- Netsubo, he had heard her called-- worried about her fight? He knew he was. Laying his hand on Eliza's skull, he whispered the words of a children's lullaby in German. He had so looked forward to hearing her sing that song to their children...
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:00 pm
*in the hallway, fang stopped netsubo to talk to her*"so...leaveing so soon?"
"the sooner i leave the sooner i arrive and the more time i have to warm up, scout the area, and make plans..."
*fang laughed*"thats so typical of you...well good luck....and hey...dont loose got that?"
"i dont plan on loosing..."*she walked past him and out of the warehouse*
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:56 pm
Faust sighed. Ever since her death, he'd had to rely more and more on the effects of narcotics to dull his senses. He was running low on his supply of morphine, but he knew how to make heroin. He heard the man's voice in the hallway, so he poked his head out the door and tried to nonchalantly ask, "There wouldn't be any poppies around, would there?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:08 pm
*fang*"poppies? no...if you want drugs though you're gonna have to go to a different place...i forbid drugs here...."
*netsubo was walking the unsafe streets alone*
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:06 pm
"I understand," sighed Faust. "Can I come back later, then? It's a medical issue," he explained, even though he knew no one even somewhat intelligent could fall for that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:26 pm
*fang nodded*"just dont bring them here..."*and a thought came to him*"keep an eye on tsume too, if you're going that way..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:04 pm
Faust nodded. Of course it wasn't a problem to keep an eye on a young lady in a rough part of town. He slipped past the intimidating Fang, aware of how messed up he must have appeared to him. Sugar? Smack? What have you been reduced to, Faust VIII? he thought with growing disquiet as he went in search of poppies, drug dealers, and Netsubo.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:13 pm
*netsubo sighed.. this was dull...she wanted the fight just to give her something to do...this just seemed to be her life now a days...nothing to do, hating every moment of her life...looking for some new novelty to occupy her mind for a bit before tossing it aside..*
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:23 pm
Faust turned a dark alley way and ran into a Japanese teenager. The teenager looked relieved, and started jabbering quickly in the language Faust was trying to learn.
"Slowly," Faust requested, his accent thick enough to get his point across.
"Are... you... candyman?"
"NO, I'm NOT a drug dealer," Faust sighed. "But speaking of which, do you know of any?"
"Something to calm my nerves," the boy explained. "Boku no namae wa Daisuke desu. Shaman Fight ga arimasu."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:24 pm
*netsubo waited around the place she had to fight...she was warmed up and was now making plans for the fight*
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