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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:31 pm
Thom scowled, settling back against the bed.
"One day we'll live in a glamorous trailer on the outskirts of town with twenty cats," he said tartly. "And we won't have to share it with any ********' neighbors."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:33 pm
"Sounds good to me!"
Creeeeak Ping PING ping!
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:37 pm
Thomas gave Frankie a dry look.
"...neighbors, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:38 pm
Now Frankie looked up.
"Okay, what the ******** music box just sat there innocently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:41 pm
"If it explodes and kills me, you're paying for my funeral."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:43 pm
"Yeah. Okay."
The music box suddenly became a large trunk. There was no flicker of light, no slow sounds and obvious growth. It just suddenly...was!
And it hit Frankie in the head.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:44 pm
"FFFSHIT."
Thomas jumped up too late to stop it hitting Frankie in the head, but kicked it away from her as it tumbled to the floor.
"EVIL TRUNK. EVIL."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:46 pm
Frankie leaped to her feet and clutched her pad of sheet music to her chest. She had always lived in Gaia (and her life could never be considered 'average'), but here she was, scared to death of an exploding music box.
...she reached forward carefully, slowly...
...nope. Still wouldn't open.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:48 pm
"Don't touch it!"
So of course she touched it.
"...is...what just happened here?" Thom asked, mostly hypothetically. How the hell could anyone explain what had just happened? "Your noggin okay?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:53 pm
Frankie was bleeding slightly, but the wound was nothing to worry about.
"I'm fine...but I dunno. I've heard of kids comin' outta these things, but I've heard about evil spirits too. I'm reminded of Pandora's box."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:57 pm
Bullshit, it was nothing to worry about. Thom dug an unlikely handkerchief out of his back pocket and pressed it against the injury to suppress it bleeding.
"Great," he said dryly at the observation. "Maybe you got stuck with the big fun Box o' Plagues. Syphilis and cholera and blowflies if we're lucky."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:00 pm
"Huh. All those prophylactics for naught." Hrm? She and Thom had certainly never...
"I'm fine. Really." She ignored that irritating little heart-twist that always came.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:02 pm
"Shut up and let me tend to the war-wound," Thom said patiently. "In any case, I vote you chuck that thing into the nearest river. Just a suggestion in case it decides to mutate into a giant ******** safe and drop on your spine."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:03 pm
"I'll lock it in the closet," Frankie shrugged, relenting on the head wound issue. Let him do what he wanted. The blood was slowing anyway.
"Whatever it is, it has my DNA. We're ******** style="color: white">-
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