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 Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:55 am
Mocha looked out at the sky from his cell and could see the sun slowly coming up. After spending only a little less that a day in the six by eight room, Mocha wondered how people didn't go insane in a prison for any longer. However, his thought were interrupted as the guards opened the door to his cell.
*turns to face them*
To the two guards: Time already?
They took him out to the streets and led him out into the streets, where people were all waiting, all of them wanting to get the inside scoop from the great superstar.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:01 am
From the side of the street: Tell me, Mocha, how do you feel today?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:02 am
Calling out: You already know how your supporters feel. How do you feel though?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:03 am
*ignores the questions as the guards continue to drag him along*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:04 am
Yelling as Mocha vanishes in the distance: You'll escape in the final reel!
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:08 am
Mocha didn't know where they were taking him, but it came into view as Mocha looked up ahead of them. The large open-air space was just at the edge of Barton. The guards threw Mocha down on the bricks in front of the large structure.
*stands back up, straining*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:09 am
Coming out of the building: Who is the unfortunate man, cluttering up my hallway?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:10 am
*looks ahead at Rochester*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:13 am
Smiling, annoyed: Who is this broken man? Mocha, is that you?
*crosses his arms*
Sarcastically: I'm really quite surprised. The way they all speak of you... but you are so small, not a king at all. We all know that you are the in thing right now, but are you really the leader of a revolution? A king amongst insects?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:14 am
To Rochester: That's what you say.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:17 am
Annoyed even more so: You're in deep trouble, Mocha. How can you be so cool about your fate? An amazing thing, this silent "king". Dacrye is the one that wants you out of the picture, so you need not come to me. You're not the Stella Cadente's case, you're Dacrye's.
*goes back inside the building*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:18 am
Mocha is grabbed forcefully once again and taken back across the fields to Durem to be Dacrye's guest again.
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