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Post by citizenmike on Jun 22, 2009 23:54:14 GMT -5
Veronica turned to Syl and smiled reassuringly. "There's nothing to worry about Syl. I highly doubt the Black Goat knows who I truly am."
Veronica looked back at Trace; she was waiting. She held her point strong against his. Then again, she couldn't blame Trace for feeling that way on account of history.
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 0:19:57 GMT -5
The city she found herself in was almost depressing, it looked abandoned, and the people who did inhabit the place didn't seem very lively, she doubted, with annoyance, that they would hardly react when she caused trouble. She moved around a corner, finding other people gathered around, but they seemed lively, with personalities. Licking her lips, she approached, hands in her pockets, she knew how to act human, since she was half human, so she could blend in, even if she did wear darker clothes, until she decided she was bored and wanted a little trouble.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 0:23:25 GMT -5
Johnny turned away and noticed a stranger in the group. "Hello there!", he called out as he waved his hands.
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 0:33:59 GMT -5
Phoebe tilted her head as she saw the man wave at her. She moved closer, now cautious, happy humans bothered her. "Hello." She flashed a smile, while she looked him over, tall, skinny. Yuck. Oh she itched to make him run and scream.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 1:14:09 GMT -5
Johnny lit a cigarette as he asked, "I'm Johnny, do you have a name?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 1:16:53 GMT -5
Phoebe's eye brows shot up at his question. "I believe anyone who is existing has a name," she retorted. "Unless they are like some sort of cave man who lives without human contact." She waved her hand as though she was brushing him off. "I'm Phoebe."
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 1:28:04 GMT -5
"That's good to hear.", Johnny nodded. "You aren't the friendly type, are ya?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 1:34:06 GMT -5
Phoebe lifted a shoulder, shrugging. "Should I be?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 1:41:07 GMT -5
"Depends on you, Phoebe.", Johnny replied. "But in a place as fucked up as this, its best to hold allies."
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 1:51:48 GMT -5
"Really. Is that so? This place, its all, dark and gloomy, isn't it?" A slow grin spread across phoebe's lips. "Will the residents scream and panic when someone calls 'fire' or will they not even acknowledge such a thing is happening, and continue on with their dull day even if they are burning up?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 2:04:21 GMT -5
"That depends on the resident.", Johnny began. "There are two types of residents here. There are people like me, people who woke up here and are conversing and trying to figure just what the hell is going on, and there are the mindless. From what we figure, the mindless are former residents who couldn't take it, so they practically gave themselves up to the city."
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 2:08:50 GMT -5
"That's disappointingly boring," she stated, pushing her hair behind her.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 23, 2009 2:17:24 GMT -5
Johnny placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it as he replied, "You can say that. Care for a smoke?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 23, 2009 2:33:30 GMT -5
She watched him with the cigarette, and shook her head. "No, I'm good."
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Post by Trace on Jun 23, 2009 3:51:35 GMT -5
"There's nothing to worry about Syl. I highly doubt the Black Goat knows who I truly am."
That was all Trace heard. His mind started working in overdrive, processing every possible scenario. He could kill two birds with one stone. Let the Black Goat take care of Veronica, then kill the Goat himself. A win-win scenario. This would take a lot of thought, and a lot of planning.
"Religion is a prison sentence and only the weak need it. You use it to make yourself feel close to God and to make you feel that he actually cares about you. But where was God when I witnessed your deaths. Is that what your destined for? Death?"
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