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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:12 pm
San Francisco, California
The City and County of San Francisco is the fourth most populous city in California and the fourteenth-most populous in the United States, with a 2006 estimated population of 744,041. It is located on the tip of the San Francisco Peninsula and is the focal point of the San Francisco Bay Area. San Francisco is the second most densely populated major city in the United States.
San Francisco is renowned for its chilly summer fog, steep rolling hills, an eclectic mix of Victorian and modern architecture, and its peninsular location surrounded on three sides by the Pacific Ocean and San Francisco Bay. Famous landmarks include the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island, the cable cars, Coit Tower, and Chinatown.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 6:57 pm
It was a fine morning in the city of San Francisco, clear skies and a warm sun bath. Very often did days like these occur during the summer. Smiling as he dodged several people on the streets of the vast city, Bryan was riding his bike to work like he always did only this time he was running late. He used exact stores he passed by as minutes since he knew exactly how long it took to get from point A to point B. "Damn, I should've been by the cafe by now..." he whispered and started to pedal faster.
The cafe was always his safe spot at this time of the morning, the glass door with gold rims running on the door, the red banner baring their name. "Come on, I can make it...!" he grinned and started to go faster. Closing his eyes for just a moment, he soon found himself zooming right past the cafe. "W-What?!" halting to a stop, he looked at the large red banner on the cafe. "H-How did I?" checking the time quickly, he was still running on time. "Jesus, I need to get going." hopping back onto his bike he continued to ride towards work again, though now he wasn't running late.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:09 pm
"Have you heard of the blast in New York, kid? They don't know exactly what it is or what it was. We need a good photographer to go down with the crew, since most of the guys are busy here I want you to go." the man was dressed in a gray suit and had sleek black hair. Adjusting his tie slightly, he opened his desk drawer and took out a ticket to New York City. "You're not staying for too long so just grab some extra clothes and leave by 12, Mr. Luis."
Bryan took the ticket and nodded, "T-Thank you, sir!" folding the ticket in half and putting it in his pocket he left his bosses office and back to his apartment. Once out of the building, he jumped in joy. "Okay, it's about 7 right now. I should get packing." jumping on his bike he made his way back home with quick haste.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:14 pm
Orihime sat on the balcony of her apartment. She gazed out on the busy people in the morning and yawned. She was still not fully awake and was running late for a appointment she made with a client. She took another sip of her coffee and then stood up. She walked towards her mirror and admired herself in the mirror. She then noticed the clock hanging on the wall behind her and turned around to see the time. She sighed then grabed her bag, slinging it across her shoulder she jumped in her shoes and ran out of the apartment building. Running down the street to get to the park, that the client requested, she began dodging people and cars at the same time. Within a few minutes she was reaching her destation.
She then heard her cell go off and stopped running. She picked it up. "Hello?" she awnsered walking now. "Ms. Rechii, I presume." a voice awnsered back. "Yes. How may I help you?" she asked dodging a dog walker, walking too many dogs. "I'm the client that you were suppose to meet an hour ago. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be in need of your talents anymore and wont be looking forward to meeting you agian anytime soon." Orihime blinked and stopped in her tracks. "Oh? Well I'm sorry I'm running behind but as a famous artist I never know when something is going to happen." she said. The voice coughed on the other line. "Very well but this shall be our last goodbye, goodbye." they then hung up and Orihime stomped her foot. "Dang!" she shouted in the middle of the side walk.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:30 pm
Orihime walked back home, draggin her stuff behind. Ever sense her father died she had become more and more fixated with stealing rare things. The problem was that she was now trying to live a good life, but with her bad habbits she couldn't do it. She locked all the money she stole away but now that the bills were catching up to her she had to pay them off. She looked over to her side and found herself at the bank. "Okay....I'll just use the money for the bills...that's it." she thought as she entered and made a withdrawl. She then went home and began paying off her bills. "I need to paint something agian and make some money off of it or else I'll end up spending all that money on the bills except for my retirement." she sighed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:35 pm
Placing one loan piece of mail in a box labled Orihime Rechii in the apartment mail box it was from New York City. Looking through all the other mail, he saw nothing else for the lady and so the mail man left to his next destination. The paper mailed to Ms. Rechii had a strange stamp on it. It was in the shape of an "S" but with one line on the top half and two on the bottom half. It almost resembled a helix strand.
Dear Ms. Rechii,
You have been invited to this months art show in the Museum of Art in New York City. Below are directions to the museum. We have just opened up a new art section in the museum and we would love to have you attend since we have already placed several pieces of your art in our gallary. Please consider this and thank you.
-Staff of the Museum of Art.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:40 pm
A few hours later Orihime recived her mail sorting through she saw the strange letter and opened it to read. "Hmm...." she thought for a moment and then smiled. "The bills are payed, I have no clients, this is the perfect time for a vaction!" hoping into her room she grabed a bag and stuffed some clothes inside. She then dashed out of her house and headed towards the airport in a taxi.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:39 pm
Bryan woke up to find himself in his bed back in San Francisco. He had a huge headache and couldn't remember what had happened to him after Vegas. "Was that all a dream...? No, it couldn't have been." he mumbled while rubbing his head. He had his camera on the desk besides him and he was still dressed in his clothes from before. "The art gallary pictures..." Bryan grabbed his camera and started to look at his photography. "It's all here...This wasn't a dream then." he looked around the room worried for himself, what exactly had happened? Though everything was fine at the moment, Bryan didn't know that there were two parrell lines near the back of his neck. He had been brought into Primatech to get tracked when he passed out in Vegas.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:21 pm
Looking at the time, it was 3:00 PM. "The art gallary would be open right now. But there's no way I can get back to NY." Still not noticing the mark on the back of his shoulder he grabbed his camera. "I need to get back. I need to find out what's going on and I need to get the pictures of the explosion." Closing his eyes he started to think of the art museum, 'Art museum!' blinking, he was still in his apartment. "I must be going crazy..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:45 pm
"Each time I teleported I had a vision in my head or was in danger. Either way, I still remembered Vegas that time the person came. Closing his eyes again he started to visualize the gallary from before. "This isn't working...This can't be real." as he spoke out loud he still had his vision of the art museum. In a quick second Bryan was gone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:03 am
Opening her frount door and dragging herself in she threw her bag on the ground and then headed for the showers. Removing the glove wraped around her thigh last, the blood was begining to stop. She stepped into her shower and began washing the rest of the blood away. After a good hour she got out and dried herself off. "Ow....that wasn't so bad." she smiled then looked in the mirror, seeing two of herself. She blinked and the other was gone. "I must be tired..." she thought and then got dressed into her pjs heading for bed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 12:22 pm
Edward Stevens
San Francisco International Airport
Ed yawned as he stepped into the airport lobby, the ride as boring there wasn’t much to do but sit there and stare out the window or look at a picture of his Aunt who were to pick him up. He took a look around the place to see if he could spot her, after a minute of looking, he decided that she failed to show up, or there’s just a huge crowd. Giving another look around he spot a pay phone and made his way to it pulling a piece of paper, and some change out of his pocket. After placing his bags by his feet, Ed grabbed the phone and dropped the change into it and dialed the number that was on the paper.
As the phone rung Ed thought to himself hoping that there wasn’t an answer. Soon a small sweet, but hazy voice came from the phone, “Hello?”
Ed gave a small sigh, “Hi, Aunt Jen? It’s Ed.” His aunt gave a small laugh, “Oh, just too excited for the trip you had to call me, eh?”
“Umm sure…” Ed answered a little confused, she couldn’t have forgotten, could she? As he thought over it, Aunt Jen went on, “Well I know you’ll have fun here when you get here tomorrow.” From that Ed gave a sigh of annoyance, “Aunt Jen, it may have been lost in translation, but I landed today.”
“No you didn’t, you’re flight is tomorrow.” She replied trying to be right in hopes she really didn’t have the wrong date.
“No it’s today, I’m at the airport now, so if you could-“
“Yes, I’ll be there right away.” Aunt Jen said and was quickly followed by a dial tone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 2:43 pm
Two full hours passed before Aunt Jen came around and got Ed and took him back to her place. It was quite and very roomy, the living room was somewhat big for only his Aunt and Uncle, it had a couch, TV, fireplace and the rest just empty space. There was a stairway up stairs, leading to a hall with three rooms up there. Whatever was in those rooms, Ed didn’t know as soon as they got there he plopped on the couch and fell fast asleep.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:19 pm
The next morning Orihime was awake eairly and her mind was focused on the events that happened yesturday. Starring out from her balcony she sipped some of her coffee and then checked the paper. The SF artifact museum was having a new display. A rare jewel from the egyptian time. She stared at the artical and then stood. "Screw it. I'm greedy." she smirked and then began to change into her clothes. She then headed out the door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 6:15 pm
He awoke the next day on the couch; he now had a blanket covering him. He sat up and looked about before he stood up and made his way to the kitchen, which was through a door to the right of the room. As he stepped into the room his Aunt greeted him from the stove, she was cooking bacon for his Uncle who was sitting at the table reading a newspaper.
Ed’s Aunt was a sweet looking lady, she had soft white skin and long blond hair. She wore a sweet looking smile, and kind eyes, which also hid the fact she easily forgot about things, such as the coffee cake she had in the oven. His Uncle however was a big man, he looked like to Ed that he works out for hours a day, and lefts heavy things for where ever he works at. He had an army cut hairstyle a mean look on his face as he read the paper; though the fact he wore old grandma glasses got rid of the fear that should go through Ed at the moment.
“Sit, breakfast is almost ready.” Aunt Jen informed him, with that Ed took a seat at the table across from his Uncle. Ed stared at the back of the paper his uncle read, understanding nothing from it as he didn’t know whats what in San Francisco. His uncle then sat the paper down and looked at his nephew, “Who are you?” he asked.
“Honey that’s your brothers boy.” Aunt Jen told, Ed’s Uncle gave a nod, “Ah yes, Phil right?”
“Wrong brother.” Jen said, “I’m Ed.” Ed told before his Uncle guessed the wrong name again, “Right, right, right, Ed….” His uncle stopped short and sat up taking off his glasses, “Do you work out? Lift weights or what?” Ed was alittle taken back from that question, “Uhhh, no… I-“
“Here you go” Jen interrupted as she sat plates of eggs and bacon in front of them. She then sat down herself to her own plate, “I heard that the museum is going to have a new display, so I was thinking of taking Edward there while you’re at work.” Ed’s Uncle gave a nod while he ate, “Ed what do you think?” Ed who was spacing thinking over what could be going on back home snapped out of it, “Ummm, yeah sure.” He replied giving his aunt a nod.
“Hey wasn’t there to be coffee cake with this?” His uncle then asked, Aunt Jen gave a gasp and jumped out of her seat yelling, “I knew I forgot something!”
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