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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:49 pm
 ok..thats kinda how netsubo has her wire....just a FYI )
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:56 pm
Faust laughed then. He knew that it wasn't an appropriate response, but he was so unstable lately that laughing was the only thing he could do when faced with something so incredulous. He's laughed when Eliza had died. He'd laughed when his home had been repossessed. He'd laughed when an American Indian had visited and told him that he had magical powers. He'd laughed when he'd gotten on a plane and come to Japan. And now he was laughing because a girl's parents had tried to hang her with a ninja wire. The subtleties of mental illness...
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:58 pm
*she looked at him*"i never knew that things like that were funny...."*she shrugged*"but who am i to talk?i rarely think anything is funny anymore..."*she really didnt care one way or another anymore...*
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 9:49 pm
Faust caught his breath, still laughing weakly. "Jesu Christi... your parents... tried to hang you..." he met her eyes, imagining what his own must look like. Shiny, overbright, feverish.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 9:52 pm
*she shrugged*"no big deal....its not like i care much...."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:05 pm
"Ok..." Faust said, recovering from his laughing fit. He felt terrible, worse than he had all year, but he was awful at showing it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:08 pm
*they got back to the compound*"home sweet asylum...(sp?)"*she sighed. she didnt want to be there*
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:15 pm
Faust buttoned his heroin into a secret pocket on the inside of his coat, hoping that he wouldn't be searched. "My match is tomorrow," he said quietly, his voice echoing in the silent entry way. It felt strange telling someone in this context. Did he actually expect her to care?
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:17 pm
"hmm....good luck with that...do you know how strong your opponent is? and if you know the area i can tell you how to use it to your advantage"
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:37 am
"All I know about him is that he's French..." Faust stopped, then laughed. "Oh, my God! He's the candyman!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:22 pm
"huh?"*a confused look, then*" oh you mean Takeshi...yea..he's the only French guy around here that I know..."*caught faust's disapproving look*"Don't worry...I don't buy anything from him...I don't use drugs...but I have helped him with some work that he needed done..nothing bad like assassinations though..."*she started to realize that she was digging herself into a hole...*
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:42 pm
"That's it. Takeshi. Although that can't be his real name," shrugged Faust. "Scary kind of guy... and French is such an ugly language! Not like German at all," he added. Faust wondered what kind of bad work she'd done for the Frenchman. She was young and beautiful, and if her assassin skills or drug use weren't involved, that left, what, prostitution? It was a practice that Faust abhorred. Even though it was legal in Germany, he'd never taken advantage of the services offered by a bordello. He'd treated a few girls who had gotten themselves into trouble, though, and it had just about broken his heart.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:03 pm
"yea, you don't want to get on his bad side...but he'll be nice to you if you stay out of his business...i remember i was working on his car not long ago...this one guy came over to him and starts ranting about his prices...man, Takeshi really let him have it...i was suprised that guy was still alive...looked dead from where i was standing..but i was smart enough to keep my mouth shut....finished fast that day though..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:26 pm
"I got some heroin tonight," Faust admitted. "It was actually your opponent who hooked me up. How am I supposed to stay out of his business if I'm fighting him tomorrow morning? Is he really that strong?"
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