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Are you ten years ago?
*He's quiet, when he emerges into the hallway.
There are bandages around his wrists again. He's wearing clothes he hasn't worn in almost a year. A bites his lip and shrinks into one end of the hallway, looking either way- scared, alone.
He has no memory of this place.
In fact, he was never here at all.*
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Positive thinking won't keep ships from sinking
Parties were all well and good, but A was never comfortable around so many people and Near seemed pleased enough. He was sure that nobody would miss him if he just snuck out for a few minutes to get an asprin or something for the headache he was beginning to get. Lovers quarrels would be the death of him, he was sure.
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Take me away from the strangest places
After leaving B, all smiles and sympathetic words in the kitchen, A falls apart. The only room he's been in like that before was with Near, and that was so long ago--his hands are trembling.
A stumbles back into his shared room with Near moments later, still shaking, but trying to hold back the sobs--he really should have been stronger by now. -
And so it goes; back to the remedy
A, as usual is carrying books. Not his traditional armload this time--only three or four, but he wasn't particularly looking forward to reading them anyway. Particle Physics, absolute nutjob recants of Time Traveling, a book on the circus, and one he's read so many times, the spine was fraying--A Study on the Applications of Schroedinger's Theory ( Read more... ) -
Find nothing but faith in nothing
It--it's right, um. Right up here.
He leads Cipher B up the stairs, opening the door to the beach room hesitantly and peering inside. Nobody was there, and it takes him a moment to edge in, glancing around the sand and shoving his hands in his pockets.
Is... d-do you like it?
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What the hell does A stand for, anyway?
Is it sheer luck that he managed to get out of the canon flip room? He doesn't think on it; instead storming through these endless hallways. He's left that idiot Mile or whatever back three turns ago, and he's in the mood for war. What the hell was even going on? Confusion only succeeded in pissing him off more, and he was confused as all hell ( Read more... ) -
Admitting Arguements
A sits, again, in his shared room with Near--but instead of reading another fiction work, he's going through a large tome of something that looks suspiciously like magic. The workspace is rather neat, save for the charts he's pinned up along the walls, covered in nothing but numbered lines, and the notes he has spread out along the table. He ( Read more... ) -
Absolute Actions
A is sitting in his room, curled up on the couch with a small book. It's okay enough, though it's not his favorite he's read so far. The author was too blatant with the symbolism for his tastes, at least. He sighs and puts it down on the table, gently. A's been disagreeing with a lot of things lately. And he's not even sure why.
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Anticipation Among Adolescants
He's not quite sure how he ended up in the kitchen. Everything is sort of an odd daze at the moment. Something happened again, but he couldn't remember exactly what it had been. But it didn't matter. He was here, and he was hungry, and he was tired again. But food first. Digging through the pantry, he tried to come up with something that wasn't too ( Read more... ) -
Ashen Adversary
He can't move, why can't he move? Teeth, fangs are pinning him to the couch, ripping wildly at his throat and the dark, bodiless laughter is in his head as the blood spurts across the room. It's a faceless face and a nameless name, and he doesn't know who it is, but it hurts, and for some reason, he's not dead but he can't move, and--
--A jerks ( Read more... )