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Date Posted: 17:36:33 05/01/02 Wed
Author: sean terris
Subject: dont run too far...i'm not the chasing type.
In reply to:
Julian Emberson
's message, "Re: the fear encourages me to run far in ignorance." on 19:48:42 04/28/02 Sun
The male beams at the other, pursuing him in a pensive hush, his temple now creasing, as his pace increasingly grows unenthusiastic. “Back to the real world.” He whispers, stroking his canine’s lead meditatively. “I have to drop Lobo off at the kennels so he can eat his dinner. I’ll catch up with you later.” He announces, intending on fulfilling the pledge that didn’t actually appear like a vow when recited. He twists to break off from the male to travel in the direction of the kennels but discontinues and turns around once more. “See yah, Cheater.” He utters with a boy like grin before turning to begin jogging off, Lobo flanking his master obediently.
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Re: and it's my fault that i'm not the type to stay... -- Julian Emberson, 21:06:43 05/01/02 Wed
Julian nodded. An invisible hand was suffocating and forcing his chest to implode. This wasn't even supposed to happen to him. Why did he even let it? Why did he ever bother? What the fuck has been happening to you, Julian? You've allowed everything to affect you in everywhich way. You've been so offhandedly ungrounded, so free, and you're not supposed to be free. You've never been free. You're stuck in a body that doesn't belong to you anymore. You don't even have a goddamn soul. Remember that and get over your stupid shitty school dramas and leave everything alone! You've got... so many other things to think about. He didn't bother to say anything back, forcibly running for the direction of his dorm, desperate just to get into his shower.
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maybe i'll make an exception and come running back.. -- sean terris, 19:00:06 05/02/02 Thu
A melancholy sigh discharges from the male, as he perceives the additional depart; feeling a bit deserted and nearly…wounded? No…not harmed, absolutely not hurt. Someone couldn’t injure him just like that, he scarcely even recognize Julian Emerbson! Just one more name among an ocean of faces that seized no uniqueness, yet it is a established falsehood in his intelligence and only a division of the boy distinguishes the reality. Sighing in conquer he treks on, his shoulders a bit unperturbed in a drooping style and his eyes, at the second, devoid of sentiment. The only approach that he experiences are of the confidential category and of acidic authenticity, and he enjoys no craving to disclose these expressions to the community. He stops at the kennels and liberates his canine to authorize him to scurry within the limits of the kennel. Departing the region overflowing with superfluous clamor, but instead of routing toward the castle, he takes to traveling the grounds, discovering no genuine motive to revisit the emotionally stressing existence that he previously welcomed. I have enough problems of my own without being judged every moment I walk alive…but it makes me what I am. With a vinegary smirk he finds himself now equipped to pierce the castle. Being alone isn’t good for you, Seanieboy. Just listen to where these thoughts are getting you. Detaching the acrimony he situates his optimistic character upon his façade and glides into the heat of the castle, only now comprehending how harshly frosty he was on the exterior.
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