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Post by Trist on Feb 21, 2009 18:54:40 GMT -5
Time: Takes place after Adventure with Eminor
Trist had had a long last...he wasn't even sure anymore. Since he met Eminor things have just been one big headache. Though to be honest it was nice to have a distraction from the fact that nothing has made sense.
He sat down at the bar, couldn't help but notice he might as well be alone. No one in their at the moment was remotely real anymore. He signaled for a drink, the bartender nodded and responded accordingly. He pushed his head down over his glass...staring into...
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 10:56:53 GMT -5
Johnny walked into the bar. Something stung him about how he left things with Veronica. Should have made a move, man. Maybe she wanted it too.
Johnny approached the man sitting alone along the bar. Was he real? Johnny took a seat beside him and said, "Hey."
He was looking for a reaction, anything.
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 10:59:59 GMT -5
Trist spun around to till his eyes met the guy who had spoke. Something about him that was different from the rest in the room...he was alive...he could tell..really alive. He kept his composure, "nice to see some life in this place finally."
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 11:08:43 GMT -5
"Likewise", Johnny replied back as he took a seat beside the man.
Johnny signaled the bartender for a beer and turned back to the man as he placed a cigarette between his lips and said, "So, what brings you here?"
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 11:14:34 GMT -5
"Likewise", Johnny replied back as he took a seat beside the man. Johnny signaled the bartender for a beer and turned back to the man as he placed a cigarette between his lips and said, "So, what brings you here?" "I have no clue...oh you mean to the bar dont you?" Trist paused for a second. "if I had to guess it would be that i met up with this girl...and she is nuts and i just needed a drink...but to tell the truth its everything...this whole place is just one big abyss of who knows what." Trist dazed off for a minute before coming back. Something inside of him would not let him go long enough to enjoy a conversation....
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 11:27:15 GMT -5
Johnny looked back the man and nodded.
"If it helps, I've got a girl driving me crazy as well.", Johnny replied back.
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 11:36:21 GMT -5
"I could say women, cant live with them....but here...everyone who is real is a scarce breed."
Trist took a sip...not much a drinker but he needed the relief.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 11:57:06 GMT -5
Johnny pulled the cigarette away from his lips as he exhaled a nice strip of smoke.
Johnny reached for his bottle of beer, looked at the man and took a sip.
"Point taken." Johnny shot back. "There's a small part of me that's close to loosing my mind. I can't tell the difference between whats real and what isn't. The only thing keeping me from losing myself is the thought of become one of them," nodding at the bartender.
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 13:10:36 GMT -5
Trist looked at the bartender...the thought of becoming a zombie or slave or w/e they were gave him chills. He shook a bit before looking back at the man, "My name is Trist." Trist extended his hand to the man. It would be better if he formally knew some people in this place.....b/c the alternative was of course....nothingness.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 22:07:01 GMT -5
"Johnny", He replied as he took Trist's hand and shook it. "So, how long have you been here?"
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 22:10:29 GMT -5
"im not too sure, long enough to know I am here and not quite long enough to have lost my mind yet." Trist for the first time realized that time had no place in Animus...or atleast in his head, when he thought about everything it all seemed like one big mess of dreaming. He couldnt tell you what happened for sure only waht he thought happened.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 22:24:59 GMT -5
Johnny really didn't know what to say back to Trist. Kind of which he replied back with a question at the end for him to answer.
Johnny wanted to talk.
"I think its good there are people here. If there was only just one of us, I reckon the sooner it would take to drive one crazy and mindless..."
Johnny looked at the bartender again; somewhere, inside, he could sense freedom in that bartender's lost soul.
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 22:28:29 GMT -5
"im unsure if I should figure this place hell or something much worse. Eminor, the girl i spoke of, seems to believe there are people watching us. Honestly, she might be right, but then again I could wake up tomorrow...somewhere...since i got here I have no clue who or what i am..." Trist dazed off...eyes folding into time and space.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 23, 2009 22:36:24 GMT -5
Johnny sipped his beer and replied, "I don't know, man. A part of me's believing that something led us here. Just like it did with them. Granted, I could be crazy, but then again its all I got." Johnny chuckled. "At least I'm thinking..."
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Post by Trist on Feb 23, 2009 22:39:59 GMT -5
"That is the key isnt it, thinking I mean." Trist paused and took a sip, he didnt care for the taste, it was bitter. "There is something so familiar about this place sometimes and then again something so alien as well. I have no idea...." Trist trailed off a bit before taking another sip...he felt no dulling of pain or helplessly...alcohol might as well be water in this city.
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