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Thank you.
I don't know why-god knows why-
But thank you.
You and most everyone else that helped with...what had to happen.
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12 Things you may not know about the world of John Preston
Since I did the "Things you may not know" about John Preston I'm going to do the "things you may not know about Preston's world" Hooray. There's also alot you may not know about pre-libria in this too (since I have...no life)
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Regrouping
The guards are coming.
Preston's staring at the alarm and wondering what the hell is going on-however guards are coming.
Many, Many guards.
"We have to regroup and get out of here." Preston murmured, glancing at Wells. He shouldered Jurgen's weight. Outside he stopped Max-blinking.
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Rescuing Jurgen
Clinical interrogation is the nice word for torture ( Read more... ) -
The Great Divide
[Yes. Hooray we're jumping around lots. From now on rather then tagging in seperately you'll all tag into a thread that I type okies? Hence this post, hence this thread since you're no longer specifically interacting with Preston. cool? cool.]
The main hall is dwarfed by a massive stone wall, carved of black marble that seems to tower to the ( Read more... ) -
The Plan.
Preston, studying his friends, swallowed hard. He then motioned ot the bed and the floor where he'd set out a Four Librian Soldier Uniforms-complete with helmets and bulletproof vests. He then set out a collection of prisoners uniforms-dark gray and black ( Read more... ) -
Save Libria Plot. Thread One.
Preston had tried to make his room presentable, but he didn't feel like it would be enough.
So there he waited, eyes on the door, finger tapping against his knee.
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Outside, far away from the bar, Preston's found a nice little quiet corner by the lake where they're relatively undisturbed.
Soft cold air filters in from the sky above as Preston turns to Partridge, almost gleeful. "well? what do you think?"