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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 2:05:27 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Another night out on the town led Iriel to an area he wasn't sure he was supposed to be in at all. In fact, he suddenly felt rather uncomfortable with all the hooting and hollering from people. There where rather questionable folk in questionable attire doing questionable things.
Iriel felt his face heat up like a match and the only way he was able to weed himself through the area was to look down. He needed to find some kind of solace away from all of these people. He moved quickly through the streets and ignored the uncomfortable laughter and calls. The music was offending to his ears and there wasn't anything here that caught his eye. He was just trying to find a place to relax for the night and maybe find some kind of work.
Alas, all he came across was barely clad people. Taking to an open alleyway he took that as his moment of escape. Letting out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding he took to sitting on a closed trashcan. Well, this wasn't working too much in his favor. Perhaps, he should find a new route? Staring straight ahead he tired to think of somewhere to go that would help him avoid the uncomfortable circumstances beyond the alleyway.
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Post by Wolfe on Jun 21, 2017 20:38:16 GMT
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✉ notes: have robit I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Wolfe had chosen to take the long way back to his apartment after getting off work tonight, on the grounds of getting himself more familiar with the ins and outs of the city he now lived in. It was an… interesting experience, he had decided. There were places and things he passed that felt somehow familiar, although he couldn’t place why, while much more felt entirely alien and strange. The name on that sign he could have sworn he somehow knew, while a building across the way seemed odd for how dilapidated it was.
And then of course there was the Red Light district. Although some aspects of the place were not entirely different from some of the things he had witnessed in his time thus far at Obsidian— mostly the drinking, and throbbing music here and there— it became clear quite quickly that this was not a place anyone felt the cyborg belonged. As one who couldn’t even hope to pass as human, at best Wolfe earned an odd from those who laid eyes on him, while others made no effort to mask their disdain or contempt. Neither were something he particularly enjoyed, so he took to slinking through the alleys shortly after entering the district.
This was where he crossed paths with an agitated-looking, younger man, although after a quick visual assessment, he proved to be of little interest to Wolfe for the moment. Turning away from the stranger, he kept walking, taking up an inner debate over whether or not to take to the rooftops as he went. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 0:09:17 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
This was perhaps the worst idea ever known to bionic kind. Here was a young man who had never been in this kind of situation, ever. Lost among est the river of sin with little hopes of making his way out of it. He was in no mood to be clang to by large breasted women or particularly handsome men either. All he wanted to do was venture out of here and into the nearest electronic store.
In his moment of despair of not knowing what to do, a small light came to his rescue. Well, actually it wasn't a light at all but what appeared to be a metallic man. More then likely a robot of some kind or maybe an Ai? Iriel didn't know and he didn't particularly care either. What he did care about was the fact he was a walking tech machine that needed to be investigated---and possibly get him out of this hell hole.
Not one to miss a chance he quickly made his move. Following behind Wolfe very much like a lost duckling. While following behind him the young bionic would study the backside of Wolfe. Not in a sexual manner nor was he checking him out, no he was mostly trying to figure out what his body was made from. Curiously, he would casually reach out and touch Wolfe's shoulder with bionic hand.
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Post by Wolfe on Jun 27, 2017 17:58:42 GMT
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✎ tag: @iriel I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Suddenly, footsteps sounded at his back, neither timed to match his own, nor particularly quiet. He was being followed, and whoever it was wasn’t doing a very good job at being sneaky about it. Either he had a poorly skilled stalker, or whoever was at his back had purer intentions, then.
Though he did not slow his pace, Wolfe turned just enough to get a good look at whoever it was, and found the young man he had passed by earlier was now trailing after him. More than that, the stranger was staring at him quite intently. Already, the cyborg’s fingers twitched toward the folding sword hidden beneath his jacket, but for now he did not draw it. Despite his somewhat odd behavior, the stranger hadn’t done anything particularly threatening yet, and a couple stern lectures from Clarisse had seen to it that he would at least try not to immediately lash out over “nothing”.
However, the second his sensors detected something touching his shoulder, Wolfe reacted suddenly and aggressively. Spinning around, he would snap a hand out to try catching the offender by the wrist, while his other hand produced a short blade from a sheath hidden in his clothes and raise it threateningly toward the stranger’s throat. As expected, he found it was the black-and-white-haired man who had tried to grab him.
The blade edged a little closer. “Who are you?” Wolfe asked abruptly, his mechanical voice flat and empty as ever. “Why are you following me?” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 0:01:59 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Okay, so maybe touching the man wasn't the best idea in the world but how else was he going to learn anything? He wanted to know what he was made from and to do so was to touch him. That, or maybe call him to attention and merely ask directly?
He was more then surprised to get such a quick and rather violent reaction for said fellow. Now, this wasn't the type of reaction he thought he would gain. He figured he might get a strange look or called some names. He hadn't thought the man would make a grab for his wrist and pull out a weapon. Oh dear. What was the proper response for this kind of thing? He knew he was startled with a concern for his safety but other then that he had no idea. He supposed he could retaliate? But that wouldn't get him his desired bits of knowledge.
Lowering his gaze he fished around in his head for a moment before answering the man. Taking quick note of the blade and the position of his hand. "What's it made from?" He would finally ask humbly as possible while using his free hand to point at Wolfe's arm. A moment later he decided it might be best to express himself a bit better if he wanted to remain breathing or avoid a fight. "Just...curious..."
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 8, 2017 16:38:08 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @iriel I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Although he was not the best at reading people, it was easy enough to tell this man had not been thrown off all that much by his reaction. There was no fear there, no timid hesitation or sudden will to flee. Similarly, the other cyborg was not reacting defensively himself. No weapons appeared in his hands, no attempt to strike out before being injured himself was made… It was all very odd to Wolfe.
However, it wasn’t quite odd enough to get him to lower his blade just yet. His grip tightened on the other’s wrist as he spoke, asking not for mercy or release, but for information as to what “it” was made of. Wolfe stared, remaining silent while he looked between his arm and the hand pointing to it. He wanted to know what his arm was made of…? What an odd question.
“Metal,” Wolfe answered, thinking that that had been quite obvious. All of his body was made up of metal and circuitry, much like any other cyborg. His blade pressed a fraction closer while he took a moment to scan their surroundings. From what he could tell, the two of them were alone, so a distraction for ambush seemed unlikely… But mere curiosity seemed like a poor reason to approach a potentially dangerous stranger in a dark alley. “Why?”
Since his earlier question had yet to be answered, he repeated it. “Who are you?” His grip on the other’s wrist tightened considerably in an unspoken threat. “Answer me. Now.” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 20:26:33 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Cybernetic eyes stared at the hand that held his bionic wrist tightly. This had him concerned more then the weapon at his throat. If this fellow broke his wrist it would take sometime for him to repair it. Not to mention finding the parts for his wrist would take quite sometime on his own not to mention having to make the adjustments for it to function properly. In short, it would be a pain in the ass. However, dying would be a bigger pain in the ass.
Realizing this brought the young man back to reality. Peeling his eyes away from his first concern they would land on the second, Wolfe. This was most uncomfortable for the ex-slave. Averting his eyes away and taking a small step back to release some of the pressure he felt from the blade. "What kind of metal?" He would ask a bit slowly like he was feeling out the whole questions and situation together. Now a direction question to him was a bit easier for him to answer. It didn't require him to think to hard or him having to think up a full answer. "It's interesting..."
A moment later he grew silent. Considering his options he found it best to give a name. Though he kept it to just his first name as he saw no real reason to give out his full. It also made him feel a tad better not giving it out just in case he had approached the wrong kind of person, such as someone that dealt in the market. After all, he had no urge to return to the life he had left. "Iriel."
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 17, 2017 18:38:52 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @iriel
I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Perhaps this man just didn’t have any sense of personal safety. It would certainly explain why he was more focused on the hand holding his wrist than the weapon at his throat, and a serious lack of anything resembling fear or a healthy respect for the situation at hand. Instead he wanted to know what kind of metal— a response that only produced more questions. ‘What is wrong with you’, for instance.
“I don’t know,” he said instead, terse and sharp. They were getting off track… Or maybe there had never been one to begin with. Perhaps this strange stranger was just too curious for his own good, and nothing more. Wolfe’s grip loosened at the thought, just barely.
“Iriel,” the android repeated. It was more a statement than a question— a way to remember the name he’d just heard. After, he stood silently for a while longer, looking over this ‘Iriel’ intently. Then, slowly, he went on. “I’m going to let you go now. You—” he said, punctuating the word with a short jab of his blade, “— will keep your hands to yourself. Understood?”
Once he’d had some form of confirmation from the other cyborg, Wolfe would carefully release his arm, pulling the blade back as he did until it had been sheathed and hidden once more. The moments after, he would spend staring down at the young man until, at long last, he would speak again. “If I leave, are you going to keep following?” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 3:52:57 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Iriel blinked a few times at the cyborg. How could you not know what you where made out of? That really perplexed the young man as he couldn’t quite grasp that. He knew what his arm was made out of and what kind of eyes that had been installed into him. But he supposed not everyone really cared to know either. His cybernetic eyes glanced down at his captive wrist while his body took another step back to distance him and the blade as best he could. At the sound of his name, Iriel stopped moving all together and stared up at the metal man like he had been shocked.
It only lasted for half a second before he lowered his eyes once again. In response, he gave Wolfe a short and quick vocal agreement. His hands would remain to himself but the urge to investigate the others body was still very strong. He wanted to know what made Wolfe function. What kind of upgrades he had, the model type of the limb and much more. Everything in Iriel’s head was fully innocent but very strange to other individuals. Upon being released his hands would instantly be moved behind his back. His right hand left his left wrist to keep himself from being a bit compulsive in his urges.
The silence didn't bother him as he found it welcoming enough to adjust himself to the situation. He did not want to look at the other and the other didn't want to be touched. So, he couldn't explore what the other was made out of, depressing but understandable. He was pushing boundaries maybe?
"Yes." Was the only vocal reply Wolfe was getting from the ex-slave. He would be following the other still mostly because he didn't know the way out of this place. He didn't really want to be here either as he found it quite uncomfortable. Even more so as he heard the giggles of an engrossed couple.
But how to convey his feelings into words for the other to understand? He had no idea how to do that and so he remained silent and very uncomfortable suddenly.
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Post by Wolfe on Aug 7, 2017 23:40:51 GMT
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✎ tag: @iriel I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control At least he wasn’t the only one dissatisfied with the answers he was being given, but the reaction the cyborg had had to his name was unusual— like he wasn’t used to being addressed as such, or something. Wolfe didn’t pay it much mind though, aside from another mental note made. He wasn’t interested in learning this kid’s life story, or why he behaved the way he did. Just in getting him to go his own way, so he could continue on his.
Given the other’s silence, he was about to start walking away until the one word he hadn’t wanted to hear reached his sensors. Yes. Irritation spiked behind an empty visage. “Don’t follow me,” Wolfe replied shortly, still staring the younger man down. As much as he doubted it, maybe given how Iriel had responded to the first order he’d issued, he could expect similar results of a second. “Go home.” Or back the way he’d come, or into one of the clubs nearby. As long as it was away from him, Wolfe really didn’t care where Iriel decided to go.
Without waiting for much in the way of a response, Wolfe spun around and started walking again, picking up a somewhat quicker pace than the one he’d had previously. He’d spent long enough standing around here, and needed to get going so he could return home. There were cats that required food, and a few hours of much-needed recharging to attend to— both of which were currently far more important than dealing with the odd stranger at his back. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 21:35:46 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Now this was something Iriel didn't know how to handle. Being promptly informed to not follow and go home was something he couldn't do. For one, he didn't want to be stuck in such a strange place. Secondly, he didn't have a home to go to nor did he wish to return to that place at all. He rather liked his freedom even if it was scary as hell for him to be on his own. He figured he was doing a pretty good job of being on his own regardless. Well, until he ran into this shit hole.
As he stood there debating on how to handle the situation it seemed Wolfe took this moment to try and run off. Noticing this Iriel would follow after the man automatically. "I'm lost." He finally said, addressing his main issue that would probably fall on deaf ears. He doubted the other might stop to offer some help. It seemed Wolfe wanted to be anywhere but near him.
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Post by Wolfe on Aug 18, 2017 21:07:30 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @iriel
I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Wolfe had made it several steps away by the time Iriel addressed him aloud once more, but not yet far enough that he had even a slightly difficult time hearing him— mostly because the younger cyborg remained quite close at hand. Growing increasingly convinced that the only way to stop him from following would be to break one or more of his limbs, he stopped abruptly, turning just as suddenly to stare at the other. He was lost, he’d said. As far as he knew, that typically wasn’t a good thing, especially in this part of Dagos.
After what might well have been an eternity, Wolfe’s shoulders lowered a fraction. This was one of those situations where he’d be attacking for “nothing”, he was fairly certain, and lost was something he might be able to fix fairly easily. Maybe he’d even be left alone at last, once Iriel knew which way he had to go to reach whatever destination he needed to.
“Where do you need to go?” the hosted cyborg asked eventually, still staring almost motionlessly down at the individual before him. Already, he was going through potential sets of directions in his head— how to get to this district, or that street from where they stood currently. However, he wouldn’t say anything more out loud until Iriel had given his answer, unless he took a long time to reply, in which case Wolfe would add tersely, “Speak quickly.” Enough of his time had been wasted here as it was. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 1:14:09 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Step. Step. Step. Pause. Step. Step. Step. Pause.
That seemed to be the particular step sequence Iriel was making while following behind Wolfe with uncertainty. He had the distinct fear that he was just going to up and leave Iriel here regardless of being utterly lost in this area. Iriel wasn’t sure how he managed to get here or how to get out but all the people hanging out the doors made him extremely uncomfortable. His eyes would remain focusing on the road and Wolfe’s feet as he pressed forward. He stopped completely once he was addressed once more.
Where did he need to go? That was an excellent question and one he wasn’t certain on how to answer. He looked to his left and then to his right quickly before looking up at the sky and then to the ground. All in deep thought as he pondered his reply. His mechanical hand came to rub the back of his neck nervously. Where to go? How to get there? Ah, wait! He had it! ”To Samuel.” Boom! He felt like that lone would be able to tell the other where he needed to go. He needed to go where ever Samuel Ainsworth. Yes, yes, this would do nicely.
Looking straight at Wolfe as if he was some kind of miracle worker who would know who that individual was and where he lived. Now, in all reality, this probably wasn’t going to work as not everyone would know who Samuel was at all. Of course, this never occurred to the young man. He was a bit naïve in this aspect but he was starting to understand the world around him….somewhat. Maybe a tad or not at all but hey at least he was learning!
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Post by Wolfe on Aug 24, 2017 14:46:17 GMT
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I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Were he capable of rolling his eyes, Wolfe would have done so now. Hard. “To Samuel” was not an address, or a recognizable place, or even a person who could be easily tracked down. However, as he lacked eyes that could roll, he settled for continuing to stare, arms crossing over his chest.
“I don’t know who that is,” the cyborg stated flatly, finding himself thoroughly unimpressed with Iriel’s bright idea of a location. He’d met drunks who were better able to come up with useful responses. But this was almost like dealing with a child, and a young one at that. One with no concept of where he was or where he needed to go…
Kind of like he had been himself, back when he’d first arrived in the city. That thought alone kept Wolfe from walking off again, and leaving the poor, witless Iriel to his own devices once more.
“Who is Samuel?” he asked, head tilting slightly to one side. “Where can we find this person?” Although he didn’t expect much in the way of results, perhaps at least the answer to the former would give him some clue as to how to locate the enigmatic Samuel.
While he waited for an answer, he took the time to quietly hope that this endeavor at least wouldn’t take the entire night to see through. Even if he’d had the patience for it, his remaining charge wasn’t going to last all that much longer. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 3:24:36 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Who was Samuel?
Iriel stood there for a long moment looking perplexed as all get out. It was like someone had just asked him if he thought the world was flat or round. Surely, everyone should know it was round, thus everyone should know Samuel, right?
His hand went to the back of his head in thought until the words found their way to him. "Samuel is..." Hmm, what was he? Well, he was human like himself and he had an arm like his so..."...is...has an arm like mine." Again he paused for a moment. "Has long hair like a woman." Hmm, what else was there to say about him? "Hmm, Samuel is a cop? Yes, cop." He gave a slow nod as he seemed to recall this information pretty well even though it took him a moment to gather it all.
But what else could he say about him? He wasn't all that sure but he at least remembered the important details! Samuel would be so proud of him! Now, if only he could remember a phone number or how to get to his work place.
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