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Date Posted: 22:54:05 05/31/03 Sat
Author: Johnny the Homocidal Maniac
Subject: .notlikeanyonecaresbut.

The obscurely adored epidermis of the peculiarity stood frozen at the foyer of the barren mainstay. His coat vibrated in one brilliant second, shaking miniscule pests from his mottled membrane in irritation. His hooves flippantly clicked against the dusted agricultural estate with wafting arbors tattooing the gravel in light minuet. Bolero. Nocturne. His omniscient existence contradicted cordially with a harmonious air, harpsichords screaming with striking implementation


He drug muscled hindquarters beneath a coupled physique, skidding quickly to a record-screeching stop. The pebbles sustained to dash raucously past his atypical, dyed form, and he watched them with dissimilar significance. They dissipated over the ledge as the obscure about him did into the atmosphere; tawny ambiance bleaching against the brilliantly black heavens.


Intensely stygian orbs, protean from the shade of a grayscale forelock searching with some unexpecting whim; although deeply he knew the form of his dappled counterpart was long left behind. Pins and Needles had left along with Voodoo Doll; perhaps for the better in Johnny Boy’s esteemed opinion. Voodoo and Alairic’s rendezvous had been brief, but enough to make a set of acidic twins which had conveyed havoc upon the now-desolate lands in their infant years. But, she had dumped her bastard son as soon as she was able; leaving him with nothing but a fermented attitude and an extensive vocabulary.


All cheddar for the wine.


Despite his satirical humor he was fiercely uninformed and oblivious, living most of his verbose existence in the solitudes of the nettles and briars. With a monotonous drawl his life continued on, minute for minute under the mollified lens.



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[> damn thee, font -- Hannah, 22:56:00 05/31/03 Sat [1]

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The obscurely adored
>epidermis of the peculiarity stood frozen at the foyer
>of the barren mainstay. His coat vibrated in one
>brilliant second, shaking miniscule pests from his
>mottled membrane in irritation. His hooves
>flippantly clicked against the dusted agricultural
>estate with wafting arbors tattooing the gravel in
>light minuet. Bolero. Nocturne. His omniscient
>existence contradicted cordially with a harmonious
>air, harpsichords screaming with striking
>implementation
>

>He drug muscled hindquarters beneath a coupled
>physique, skidding quickly to a record-screeching
>stop. The pebbles sustained to dash raucously past
>his atypical, dyed form, and he watched them with
>dissimilar significance. They dissipated over the
>ledge as the obscure about him did into the
>atmosphere; tawny ambiance bleaching against the
>brilliantly black heavens.
>

>Intensely stygian orbs, protean from the shade of a
>grayscale forelock searching with some unexpecting
>whim; although deeply he knew the form of his dappled
>counterpart was long left behind. Pins and Needles
>had left along with Voodoo Doll; perhaps for the
>better in Johnny Boy’s esteemed opinion. Voodoo and
>Alairic’s rendezvous had been brief, but enough to
>make a set of acidic twins which had conveyed havoc
>upon the now-desolate lands in their infant years.
>But, she had dumped her bastard son as soon as she was
>able; leaving him with nothing but a fermented
>attitude and an extensive vocabulary.
>

>All cheddar for the wine.
>

>Despite his satirical humor he was fiercely uninformed
>and oblivious, living most of his verbose existence in
>the solitudes of the nettles and briars. With a
>monotonous drawl his life continued on, minute for
>minute under the mollified lens.
>

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[> Boring compared to yours, but... -- Zamnor, 15:59:51 06/01/03 Sun [1]

Zamnor watches.

[*Grins* I seriously couldn't resist a one sentence post... *Giggles insanely*]

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[> Oh really? -- Johnny, 19:57:14 06/01/03 Sun [1]

*lol! too cute :-P*

Johnny watches back.

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[> Ooo...fun! One sentence posts!!! -- Zamnor, 21:57:11 06/01/03 Sun [1]

I haven't done this in what...two years? Oh wow...can we also lower ourselves to stars, bad grammar, bad spelling, the works? *Grins* Just joking. I'm having enough fun as it is with just the one sentence posts. This time I'll make it two sentences, though!!

The young stallion [it turns out he has to be a stallion...dangnamit!] waited a moment after eye contact was made, then grinned. "Heylo," he said cheerfully, "what's cooking?"

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[> *blows on fingers than rubs against shirt* THREE sentences--ooooh. -- JtHM, 22:44:55 06/01/03 Sun [1]

Lol--CM was my first RPG, I can still find my first post I EVER did in archives *shivers* scary, I know. [THREE sentances :-P]

With an inquisitive obscurity, testosterone enduced shoulders shuddered lightly beneath a taut pelt. "Nothing much," he replied blatantly. "Digesting the surroundings, riveting I know; what about you?"

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[> reappearance, mayhaps -- pINS and nEEDLES, 00:38:18 06/07/03 Sat [1]


A mottled apron face bends with a quirky snort from behind a tree. Someone was watching.


[TWO! I remember my first posts, all in the subject lines!!

Diamond: Oh CTT, let's have a foal *she neighs*.]

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[> Mayhaps? Long time no smell. -- Johnny boy, 14:25:28 06/07/03 Sat [1]


(LOL! Im still trying to break myself of the quickie message-in-the-subject-box habit :-P)

A scent wafted through the orphan’s nostrils; reminding him of a morose past, the screech of death and the metallic taste of blood thick upon his tongue.

Mmmm. Toxicity.

Morbidly, he loved it; unavoidably dropped as a youth, he had always seen himself as the isolated goth with the magnifying glass. However, his dank situation had always kept the humor light, and such were his spirits as he wavered skewbald nostrils; a dormant coma, sedate and at one with the mollified world.

He was an original, and so was the possessor of the scent – it had to be blood; but not from his father or mother; the child was a bastard, his father too articulate for the likes of himself, and his mother long gone.

Off to Reno or somewhere.

Harkening, the steed turned eccentrically varied eyes and scanned through the baldachin of intricate, interwoven fronds. The light shattered through them at varied, harsh angles, protruding through the leaves and remnants of darkness with fractured splinters of light at grotesque angles—resembling a broken bone, gnarring the rank flesh around it and leaving to protrude a dually hideous slant of the ivory limb. However, he diverted the morbid thoughts and cut the flow of his ever present animosity, throwing a smirk onto painted lips as he caught a glimpse of the peculiar mare in the distance.

“Pins. I’d know that rank exuberance from anywhere.”

He spoke these words in monotony; he knew his sister was just as melancholicly monotonous as he.

“Exhume yourself.”

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[> rank. thats not nice, nor appreciated -- pINS and nEEDLES, 14:40:17 06/07/03 Sat [1]


A few drunken steps brought the mare into the limelight, her splattered sides were heaving with visible difficulty. She had run here. A morbid smile splashed her ivory lips, revealing stained enamels. Her breathing was halted as she took a few steps closer. Her legs, clothed all the way up to where they joined her frail body, were an unnaturally clean white. Besides her legs and milk-coated face, no one could tell the chestnut vixen was a paint.

Her bodily status was a little freakish, a little appalling. She was oddly skinny, looking almost of Akhal Teke blood, her neck was sinewy and anemic, her legs were bony masses of tendon. Her hindquarters sloped oddly straight, and her hips were well defined, just following a narrow ribcage whose bones were well annunciated. However malnourished she looked, her eyes were still bright and contemplative, and quiet and depressed.

Suicidal, mwa hahaha.

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[> .nothing I say ever is, dear. -- Johnny, 14:55:52 06/07/03 Sat [1]


He saw her expurt from the darkness like heat, a white hot flame flaring in bellicose spurts into the bittersweet lull of summer. He watched her with an etched face; granite, emotionless, not knowing quite what had went wrong with ner nimble physique but at the same time, not caring. His emotions were crushing, brutal, savage; but still thoroughly analytical. Perhaps she was no longer the fleshy, gangly slump that he had once known, he saw her now with jagged ribs rasping against a less than brilliant coat.

At least she'd escaped.

Bloodlust formed his emotions, muscles carved into a painted coat with broad bands. With an intricacy of one like a philosopher, but the tenacity of some morbidly insane virtue he smirked to his sister.

Call him the Hannibal Lector of the equine world.

"You look stunning."

His words were blatant, straightforewardly mocking--but what else is new.

Clarice.

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[> just shoot me now -- pINS and nEEDLES, 15:25:44 06/07/03 Sat [1]


"Thanks, bro."

She commented. Her few chosen words rivaled that of her arid brother's, and though her physic was overall diminuative, her voice was still strong and sardonic. But the undertone, the juice of her speech and thought, was barely there. During her long truancy, some virulent occurance had transpired. Her will to live was harshly broken.

The shattered silence of minimal speech coaxed a few words out of her, but the effort of thought process had drawn a queer amount of energy from her. Feeling dizzy, she yearned to lie down and sleep (maybe forever). Not intent on giving up any hint of weakness, she smiled tightly, shaking out her scraggly unkempt mane so that it fell unevenly on the ewe like neck. Sickening.



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[> we both reached for the gun..... -- Johnny-O, 20:32:10 06/07/03 Sat [1]





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[> [> dag nabbit, Imma fix that......like, later lol -- Hannah, 20:32:43 06/07/03 Sat[1]

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He watched her blankly; uninterested and unconcered. We all had it coming, one of these days; but beneath the frond as his sister had left, she had been found as well; and as sickly inhumane as it felt--now was her payback. A lewd smirk curled across his piebald face. He was all over intimidating, the sheer feriocity in his eyes and deep baritone voice of cultured tongue, fermeted over the years with an acidic and pessimistic view on his greyscale world. Everything was waiting to be scrutinized, critiqued, toyed with, laughed at. And as he watched her, nettles thick in her ewe-neck, which all hung off her spine, it reminded him vaguely of the last longing glance of a horse nearing 30, giving its last, silent farewell before retreating to the underbrush to make its final sleep.

But those were the good old days.

Ah, no matter. She was here...and alive. For now, anyway; and perhaps her insides were screaming as his often did, though his physique never spoke a word; perhaps she yearned to die now that the times got tough. And it dawned upon him, perhaps now would be the time to be the considerate, big brother, to care and watch over his sister which has so luckily stumbled back into the clutches of this barren civilization. He parted his lips in a chuckle; it sounded perfect. Antagonize her in to staying. When he finished, she would want nothing more than to live and give ol' Johnny boy the rich, blood satisfaction of payback.

Boy, was he a considerate guy.

"Wasn't a compliment, sis. You look like shit. Where'd the cat drag you in from?"
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[> But we both reached for the gun (take 2) -- Johnny-O, 20:46:02 06/07/03 Sat[1]




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>He watched her blankly; uninterested and unconcered.
>We all had it coming, one of these days; but beneath
>the frond as his sister had left, she had been found
>as well; and as sickly inhumane as it felt--now was
>her payback. A lewd smirk curled across his piebald
>face. He was all over intimidating, the sheer
>feriocity in his eyes and deep baritone voice of
>cultured tongue, fermeted over the years with an
>acidic and pessimistic view on his greyscale world.
>Everything was waiting to be scrutinized, critiqued,
>toyed with, laughed at. And as he watched her,
>nettles thick in her ewe-neck, which all hung off her
>spine, it reminded him vaguely of the last longing
>glance of a horse nearing 30, giving its last, silent
>farewell before retreating to the underbrush to make
>its final sleep.
>
>But those were the good old days.
>
>Ah, no matter. She was here...and alive. For now,
>anyway; and perhaps her insides were screaming as his
>often did, though his physique never spoke a word;
>perhaps she yearned to die now that the times got
>tough. And it dawned upon him, perhaps now would be
>the time to be the considerate, big brother, to care
>and watch over his sister which has so luckily
>stumbled back into the clutches of this barren
>civilization. He parted his lips in a chuckle; it
>sounded perfect. Antagonize her in to staying. When
>he finished, she would want nothing more than to live
>and give ol' Johnny boy the rich, blood satisfaction
>of payback.
>
>Boy, was he a considerate guy.
>
>"Wasn't a compliment, sis. You look like shit.
>Where'd the cat drag you in from?"
>
>

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[> more quotes from chicago? -- pINS and nEEDLES, 23:08:13 06/07/03 Sat[1]


His dark mirth at her barely au courant state sickened her. Her thin skeleton draped in lackluster chestnut shuddered involuntarily. Her sporadic tail flicked half-heartedly over her jutting hips, her rip cage flickering as she breathed. An ear cocked to listen to her brother, she was irked unpleasantly by his cull of words, and a poor choice at that.

"I've been... around."

What an unbelievable understatement.

She watched blankly as she could almost feel the wheels in his head turning, grinding away at thoughts and churning out unpalatable plans. Her weary mind didn't appreciate or look forward to this. The loathsome abhor for life that she retained was most obvious as she lowered her head, her neck almost felt tired from the strain of standing for so long.

Maybe she hadn't run here. Who knows.

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[> Well not really, it just seemed to be appropriate lol. -- Johnny, 00:03:58 06/08/03 Sun[1]







(HA! fixed it)

He watched her blankly; uninterested and unconcered. We all had it coming, one of these days; but beneath the frond as his sister had left, she had been found as well; and as sickly inhumane as it felt--now was her payback. A lewd smirk curled across his piebald face. He was all over intimidating, the sheer feriocity in his eyes and deep baritone voice of cultured tongue, fermeted over the years with an acidic and pessimistic view on his greyscale world. Everything was waiting to be scrutinized, critiqued, toyed with, laughed at. And as he watched her, nettles thick in her ewe-neck, which all hung off her spine, it reminded him vaguely of the last longing glance of a horse nearing 30, giving its last, silent farewell before retreating to the underbrush to make its final sleep.

But those were the good old days.

Ah, no matter. She was here...and alive. For now, anyway; and perhaps her insides were screaming as his often did, though his physique never spoke a word; perhaps she yearned to die now that the times got tough. And it dawned upon him, perhaps now would be the time to be the considerate, big brother, to care and watch over his sister which has so luckily stumbled back into the clutches of this barren civilization. He parted his lips in a chuckle; it sounded perfect. Antagonize her in to staying. When he finished, she would want nothing more than to live and give ol' Johnny boy the rich, blood satisfaction of payback.

Boy, was he a considerate guy.

"Wasn't a compliment, sis. You look like shit. Where'd the cat drag you in from?"

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[> would you kill me if i asked you too -- pINS and nEEDLES, 00:10:01 06/08/03 Sun[1]


"No, not exactly around here. More like the forest from bloody hell."

She didn't really want to elaborate on the story, but she would if forced to the edge of a steep cliff with a sharp stick. Not that a sharp stick could do anything to the barely-there mare. A rattling eerie sound slipped obscurely from her lips, it was an odd cynical laugh. Her thin chest hurt with exertion of all this 'strenuous' activity. She longed to fold her brittle bones and lie down finally, she had been standing for what felt like years.

"Mind if I lie down before I collapse?"

Her eyes suddenly see the feeble straggles of grass that poked their desolate journey up through the cracked arid soil. Velvety lips pulled at a few somber blades, and the beast within her's hunger was awakened.

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[> mmmm mmmmmayyyyybe -- Johnny, 00:19:15 06/08/03 Sun[1]







He could read her like an old book; and her tales werent promising. They were, however, fiction.

"Mmhmm. Where ya been all these years? Not dutifully hanging around the active, wonderful lands of your birth, thats for sure."

He snorts lightly, as he looks around at the deserted wasteland; metaphorical tumble weed strolling past.

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[> whee -- pINS and nEEDLES, 00:23:06 06/08/03 Sun[1]


"Nah, I'll just..."

Her voice trailed off, disappearing into obscurity. Her fated 'faint' already brought her to ragged knees with a grunt. Her thin sides, clearly accentuated with prominent ribs, raised and lowered with distressed exaggerated effort. Her somewhat glazed, dim eyes slid closed. To further endanger the situation, she thought nothing of getting up again but getting as comfortable as possible. Thin ewe neck lays against the gravelly ground.

"Just leave me alone," She murmured, the battle worn virago still for once.

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[> whoo -- Johnny, 15:59:39 06/08/03 Sun[1]








He fought the concern from his greyscale features with a growl. Damnit. Why do I have to be such a sensitive, caring indevidual. Why do others have to mean so much to me; I am too sensitive and to compassionate for my own good.

"Well if your gonna collapse, want some water first? S'that way." He slung his head nonchalantly in the direction of a dank lake.

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[> you're mean -whine- -- pINS and nEELDES, 16:08:49 06/08/03 Sun[1]


"But..."

She began her protest, but the alarm in his voice, besides being unexpected, alarmed her. With a deep breath, her long skinny forelegs struck out in front of her. Much resembling a foal standing for the first time, she dug inside herself for reserves of energy and with a loud grunt she hoisted herself standing once more. The skeletal mare swayed for a moment, her thin, ribbed sides pressed against that of her brothers for support. She stumbled to the stagnant water and lowered her aproned face to its surface, sucking in great gulps. She was thoroughly refreshed, and with confidence she obediently grazed, sinewy nape stretched easily to the ground.

"Happy?"

She murmured sullenly between fervent mouthfuls of food.

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[> Re: .notlikeanyonecaresbut. -- Johnny, 16:22:00 06/08/03 Sun[1]









"Dont think so."

He blurted quickly, dashing to her side with oblivious emotion. Raising a striped flint to his knee in a light chaste, he thumped her rasping stomach hollowly.

"Get up, now. First, you'll get water. Then food. But Im not letting you sleep..."

He recovered with a smirk as he snapped lightly at her nape with his ivory teeth lightly.

"So many people to meet; and such little time, it appears. Up now."

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[> good -- pINS and nEEDLES, 17:24:15 06/08/03 Sun[1]


She ate and ate, and ate and ate until she felt sick to her swollen stomach. She stood uncomfortably, as if standing on eggshells.

"Can I sleep now?"

She whined plaintively, though she somewhat unwillingly put her trust in her health entirly into the homicidal hooves of her brother. Sound dumb? Her sparse tail lashed at her sides, the flies couldn't even wait until she was done with her body? Prominent hips shifting, she transversed her weight off a hind foot.

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[> yup -- Johnny, 17:29:25 06/08/03 Sun[1]









He smiles lightly.

"Extatic."

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[> you'll drag the death out of me -- pINS and nEEDLES, 17:35:15 06/08/03 Sun[1]


She nodded mutely, flopping in a bony heap not to far from his feet. Spine curled in a tight ball, and her weary eyes finally closed. Aaah sleep.


SHORT!

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He sucked his teeth lightly, a mocking roll of his eyes.

"Well, I supose..."

He groaned sardonically.

"Find me when you wake. We've got places to go, people to meet."

He eyed her steadily at his last comment.

"And you WILL wake."
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