Feb 19, 2008 16:48
Wha... What the?
S-strange. It's dark all of a sudden. Did I pass out? I'm in the middle of the street. Why didn't anyone help me? And... man, what an awful smell.
Hello? Hello? It's so empy out here -- s'almost like I'm back in...
No, I'm not. I'm. Not.
But what if... ? Eileen!
ugh deja vu,
eileen,
worries,
oh what now?
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I'm sorry I don't know anything else.
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Discedo, huh? Never heard of it.
You say you just got here? How?
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I don't know how I got here, I don't think this is even my own world. I-I guess I must have been drawn here by some sort of spell.
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Where're you from?
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You must be new. Welcome to Discedo, our own little slice of Hell.
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Is there any way out of here? There's someone I really need to find.
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Uh, can you tell me what's going on? Last thing I remember it was mid-day, I was headed to a motel. Then, nothing. Well, until a second ago.
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This place is called Discedo. Lots of people who were dead are now alive. That's all I know.
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What? The dead a-are alive again? That doesn't bode well for anybody.
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Is Eileen Galvin here?
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Name?
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Guess you're Harry?
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That's me. Harry Mason. I sort of manage the Marshall Street apartments. If you're interested, we still have spare rooms.
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Yeah, yeah. That'd be great.
If it's alright, I have a... request. I'd, ah, prefer not to have room three-oh-two or three-oh-three if they exist in the complex.
It sounds strange, but I'm -- superstitious.
Aw, geeze, whatta dumb lie. He'll never believe it!
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