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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:39 pm
*she sighed*"unfortunately....whats it like in germany?"*she nearly avoided walking into a street lamp while walking backwards*
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:50 pm
"It's like living," Faust said. And Japan is like death, he wanted to add, but did not. "There aren't a lot of trees anymore, unfortunately... the country is a little crowded for its size. But our countrymen have accomplished great things. Symphonies, medical achievements, and we have Goethe." he straightened, throwing his shoulders back; all Germans were proud of Goethe.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:52 pm
"whats.....Goethe?"*she asked, sounding out the unfamiliar word. she really wanted to know more about other contries..she wanted out of japan*
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:58 pm
Faust stiffened; he'd forgotten the reason that Germans were proud of Goethe. To him, "Faust" wasn't literature by a great German playwright, it was family history.
"He just wrote plays," he said. "Like Shakespeare, you know?" he laughed nervously, partially an effect of the heroin, but it was an effort to draw the conversation away from his lineage.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:00 pm
"really? it must be something to see in an actual performance..."*she loved shakspears plays..her favorite was a midsummers night dream*
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:12 pm
Faust shrugged humbly. He'd seen Faust many times, and every time the actor playing the part of his great, great, great, great, great grandfather had no idea that there was a genuine Faust sitting in the audience. "So, what do you like to do? You said 'unfortunately' when you said you were Japanese," he pointed out.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:14 pm
"yea...i'd rather leave...Japan holds bad memories for me and i want to see the world...this place...it just doesnt seem right for me....i want more to life than being a street rat.."*she didnt realize that she was spilling her dreams to someone she had just met*
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:23 pm
"Hey, nothing wrong with that," Faust said amiably. "I've been on the street myself for three years. Definitely see Germany, though, if you can get there. The Rhine, the Black Forest... there are many wonderful things. Especially now that the wall is down."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:27 pm
"i hope i can one day..."*she absent mindedly traced the light scar around her neck...the one that had nearly killed her....her parents...she was their mistake...*
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:22 am
Faust saw the scar out of the corner of his eye. "Would you mind telling me how a girl your age acquires that kind of scar?" he asked, visually probing the mark. It had been very deep, he could tell.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 7:37 am
*she shrugged*"life...."*then she thought of something..she knew the name had been a fake..*"tell me your real name and i'll tell you about the scar"
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:59 am
"Hans was my name," protested Faust. "It was Johannes, if you wanted to get formal, but I usually just went by Hans." he spoke with the earnesty of someone telling the truth, just not the entire truth. And then he realized that he'd been referring to himself in past tense.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:24 am
"hmm....WAS your name? so what is it now?"*she had curious eyes....she had never shown this much interest in another person before...lataru was in stunned silence*
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 12:10 pm
"I...I..." Faust stammered. "Was... that's what they all called me, yes. What I meant was, it IS still my name, I'm just not... my first name hasn't mattered much," he finished lamely. "Not since grad school, anyway. Was that a razor cut?" he asked, genuinely concerned as he leaned a bit closer to get a better look at her scar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 2:00 pm
"nah...thin wire..."*she stated, taking out the reel of wire around her arm, covered by her sleeve*"this is it....folkes tried to string me up....managed to get down though..."*she said it as if it didnt bother her*
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