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mr_fahrenheit) wrote2010-01-05 12:37 pm
mr_fahrenheit) wrote2010-01-05 12:37 pm
Sixteen fires set
...Guess getting Medic to patch me up was pointless.
...I don't even know how to feel right now. Just...fucking shit.
Soldier...I owe you.
...I don't even know how to feel right now. Just...fucking shit.
Soldier...I owe you.
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...M...michael?
[[He's hesitant. Allan wasn't quite sure how Michael felt about him. But now that Medic had been talking to him, he was now determined to apologize to him properly.]]
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*he didn't really want to hear that voice, but he sighs quietly*
What is it?
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[[His voice is wavering, but he's trying his best.]]
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[[Allan weakly laughs for a moment, but it fades. Fast.
However, he doesn't hang up. He simply... stands there. Staring out the window.
And then he hangs up.
Finally, he leaves his house, running to Michael's house as fast as he can. He would really rather not meet anyone on the way.]]
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It was now or never. Best to pick "now."
He hesitantly knocks on his door.]]
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And he cringes as he sees the blood. The blood that he spilled; Michael's blood.
He's tempted to just run out of the house and go back home to hide under the covers. He's tempted to just run away and never come back. But he can't.
Quietly, he sits beside Michael and stares at the floor.]]
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..Oh, vell. Did somethink else 'appen? Are you SURE you don't vant me to cleave ze 'unter into little pieces und feed him to ze neighbor's dog?
I vonder if zat vould infect ze dog und make it a zombie!Phone.
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...I got killed.
And something weird is happening.
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What is this... strange thing.
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