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So yes, that was my evening. I think that this -should- be Part #3 of what I plan to type-up sometime. But I just finished this section so I thought it best to type it up now.
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There is a pit down into it, and those who wish to venture underground can do so there. Well, I shouldn’t use the word ‘wish’, as there are some that no longer have a place on the surface, usually those who have done something so horrible that they are sent to Newgate Prison, which yes, is still used for England, but not for the more common criminal anymore. There are other prisons for that. No, Newgate is used for the worst sort now. There are stories about how London has embraced its new location, and though it only really has one type of weather, the people seem to be enjoying themselves. Crime is more commonplace than ever, not just pickpocketing, but horrible crimes such as arson and murder.
It seems that the once respectable London has become a laissez-faire for all seedy things. They even call it ‘The Bazaar’. And it seems that it is well known that Hell has even set up a embassy to get in on the market. London truly has Fallen.
This is from March 1st 2009-April 25th 2009. [from newest-oldest ('cept in the case of related tweets): :[THE THINGS IN ITALICS ARE NOT ENTIRELY
He wasn't sure what caused him the gnawing horror in his guts. The Beast, the blood drinking, or the knowledge that he was a moving corpse.
He had saw in a movie how lightning will turn sand into glass. No fear of dying by electrocution anymore, the primal urge to flee remained.
Alex looked at himself in the mirror. He dislikes how scrawny he looks. That campus gym membership card in his wallet would do no good now.
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The landscape was eteral in it's beauty. The way the surface glowed against the contrasting darkness of space.& these shoes! Fuck,so bouncy.
The shoes were bouncy, and the scenery was beautiful. It almost helped him to forget that he had only an hour of air left...57mins actually.
He loved bouncy shoes. They always made it seem like he could run faster, & jump higher than normal. Elianos was glad for them right now.
A lot of ground had to be covered--and in such a hurry! 56mins remained in his air supply, but a normal man would only have just survived 4.
The landing had been rough. A discontented grin was shot to the badly damaged craft. At least it had done its job and got him to the site.
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"You can't put crazy in a box." and my random response was; "Of course you can! You're just not trying hard enough!" I have no idea...bwzut?
I dont know if blonds have more fun, but I know they need to use more conditioner...is that fun?
I dont know how I'll take on today. But it must be done.Now I hope nothing cracks,because it is easy to shatter it seems. Just there always.
"Hmf...The thing is most Tremere-well Kindred in general-dont have a temperment for humour...at least not the typical type..."
"...With some, you really dont want to find it out either."
"Next Monday? Back again? Like the sea; But I am just sand along the shore. And the waves came so soon." written after I died on Waterbirth.
Reminder to we to post the scary dream I had to LJ later; "What do you mean 'they come back?!'" "The dead come back, they always come back."
"But Doctor; on this planet, the dead always come back." with lots of stiff people & 'back to the wall and stare straight ahead' protection.
So beautiful, but so dangerous. Caricaturers of humanity, but so much more like concentrations. All that love & cruelity amplified to a point of unreality. Taken too far with the lose of limites. They are gorgeous & they defiantly know it. The rockstars of Kindred. But they are so much more. They are all unique in the end.
"Im still not used to this whole thing. It's been around 3 years and it still sometimes scares me to wake-up cold."
I had to force my eyes to stay open. All my body wanted to do was sleep now that the sun was up. If only my landlord hadnt left a note
Damn, what the fuck was that? I felt the rattle as I hit the ground, but I managed to kick and slide
March 1st, 2009:
The landscape was eteral in it's beauty. The way the
Translation: ~coming soon~