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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 4, 2013 3:05:39 GMT
Cecil sat blankly on a bench in the dog park, his kitten Violetta exploring around the furniture piece. He didn't take much notice of what she was up to, the small feline far more aware of him then he was of her.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 5, 2013 16:15:35 GMT
Cale strolled through the dog park, the dark shadows crept away from him. He wasn't much use to them without a soul. Besides Cale was part of the darkness like them. He quirked an eyebrow over at young man sitting on one of the benches, a kitten exploring around. "Hey. What are you doing out here? It's dangerous."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 5, 2013 17:54:06 GMT
(I feel like Cale has a knack for finding people that should be on a suicide watch.)
Cecil raised his purple gaze to look at Cale.
"Do not approach the dog park. The fence is electrified and highly dangerous. Try not to look at the dog park, and, especially, do not look for any period of time at the hooded figures. The dog park will not harm you," Cecil recited, not really speaking to Cale as much as he was blankly reciting.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 2:10:14 GMT
(yep 0.0)
Cale quirked an eyebrow at Cecil, slightly confused by his recitation of the rules. "What in the world is wrong with you?" he asked out in a blunt tone,
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 2:18:12 GMT
"Strexcorp will destroy us all. The angels couldn't protect the scientist. Here the scientist and the angel are the same. StrexCorp Synernists Incorporated. Look around you, Strex. Look inside you, Strex. Go to sleep, Strex. Believe in a smiling god. StrexCorp. It is, everything. It shall consume you. It shall consume everything, leaving nothing but emptiness." (Cecil's gone crazy!  ) |
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 2:53:22 GMT
Cale furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Slight anger bubbling up inside him at his confusion. He appeared in front of the male and locked his eyes with his. "Speak normally, for petes sake."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 2:59:38 GMT
Cecil looked disinterestedly into Cale's eyes. "Strexcorp killed him. They killed Carlos."
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 5:38:33 GMT
Cale slightly blinked his eyes in surprise at this. "I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Strexcorp? I don't know anything about them."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 5:50:21 GMT
Cecil's gaze fell from Cale's, shoulders quivering. "You'd better hope they don't come, them with their wretched yellow helicopters and pyschopathic e-empty e-eyed excuses f-for radio hosts who destroyed my life."
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 20:50:39 GMT
Cale scowled slightly, shaking his head. "I'm not going to hope. They'll get destroyed by Jackson before they do anything," He commented, slightly wincing at the male's sorrow.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 20:55:38 GMT
"Kevin and Jackson would be best friends," Cecil decided dully.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 22:03:24 GMT
Cale shrugged slightly, nodding in agreement. "Well guess I can agree with that. Hopefully those two never meet then."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 22:04:59 GMT
"Hopefully," Cecil agreed. Violetta wandered back over to them, springing up to float in front of Cale, observing him curiously. Her fur emitted a slight purple glow as she hovered in place.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Dec 6, 2013 22:33:48 GMT
Cale quirked an eyebrow at the kitten, slightly smirking. "Neat kitten," he chuckled, tilting his head at Violetta.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 6, 2013 22:41:27 GMT
"Yes she is," Cecil replied, expression gaining a note of happiness. It was still sad though.
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What kind of surgery was it?
Good lord! 
