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 Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 12:31 AM Post #196 |
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Sato scratches the back of his head, wondering how the man knew about him moving out. "...sure, I guess. I'm kinda eating food right now though, so it'll be a little bit." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 02:11 PM Post #197 |
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Aoshi: "Okay! But tell me, are you okay? Did they treat you well in the hospital? Do you need assistance with the bills? I am so sorry it happened. I only want to help. Oh..." He got up from where he had fallen. "And I was wondering if you knew anything about this." He showed the book to Sato. |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 03:36 PM Post #198 |
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Sato stares at Aoshi, wondering why a man he met the other day would care about him at all and ask so many questions. He just shook his head and finished his cereal. "Listen, I, uh, do need some help moving stranger. But quite frankly, I don't know you at all and you could steal my stuff. Taking into account that you helped me yesterday, I'll make you a deal. I'll pay you to help me move as an employee. That means you have to be careful with my stuff, and if you are, you'll be rewarded with some cash. Kapiesh?" Sato set the bowl in the sink, and grabbed the book on his way to a table in the corner of the room where his laptop sat. "As far as this book, I'll go on my laptop and see if I can find anything on it. Everything in my room is already boxed up. I'll help you when I'm finished. The boxes go outside in the van. My room's the first door on the right." He then glanced over at the book. "Do you know anything about it?" |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 05:23 PM Post #199 |
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Aoshi: "Not really, except that it is about astrology." Aoshi takes care as he holds the box, and one by one, he moved them into the van. He hummed as he worked, always happy to help. |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 05:28 PM Post #200 |
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After about a half an hour, Sato walked over to Aoshi. "It's odd what I found during research...you might wanna be careful with this. But now that I'm so intrigued, I guess I'll have to open it." Sato revealed a hammer and chisel in his coat pocket, he then set the book on the ground. "Time to bust this thing open, and all of it's information." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 05:30 PM Post #201 |
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Aoshi: "O..Okay. You won't break it, will you?" Aoshi was obviously suprised to see Sato having a hammer and chisel on him at a moment's noticed. |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 05:35 PM Post #202 |
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"Nah, my dad was a construction worker. He taught me how to use my hands. Of course, I don't actually use it that much, so I'll be careful." Sato first took a surgical mask and put it on himself to preotect himself from any dust that would explode out should the lock be burst open. He then stuck a piece of steel scrapmetal under the lock so that the chisel wouldn't damage the book if it broke all the way through the metal. Followed by that, he ran inside and got thick leather gloves to help protect his hands. He then slowly hammered away at the lock, making slow progress. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 05:40 PM Post #203 |
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Aoshi watched curiously. He had never actually seen someone do this sort of thing before, as his life had been infused with only botany. |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 05:44 PM Post #204 |
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After a few minutes, he severed the lock from the book and shrunk his hands back rapidly. "Alright, let's see what's inside...later. I wanna finish moving first." Sato pockets the book inside his coat and puts away the chisel and hammer. "Now, to go grab my bed. I'll need your help with that." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 05:47 PM Post #205 |
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Aoshi: "Yes! I am ready for anything!" He marches to the front porch, and looks back. "Ready!? Lets go!" |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 05:51 PM Post #206 |
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"Alright. Mr...Stranger." Sato heads inside his room and grabs his bed from one side. "Oy...this is heavy. Maybe we should split the frame and mattress into two parts." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| SMBEffect | Oct 30 2007, 05:58 PM Post #207 |
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Iquis tried going back to the hospital. Bad Idea. As he walked in, he immediately saw something that shocked him. Gloria was dead. Iquis: "NO!" He sobs. There was a picture of Gloria, with flowers everywhere. Jen, a nurse, quickly came up and put her hands on his shoulder. Jen: "She saved you." Iquis: "W-What?" Jen: "Gloria sent you out of the hospital the other night, while she tried to lead some man away from you. He killed her in the process." He eyes closed. Iquis could hardly choke out anything to say. Iquis: "Then you know?" Jen: "Yes, she made sure I knew if anything happend to her. I'll leave you, but before I do...This folder was left for you. Also, come back to the hospital anytime. You have done more than enough for us these past few years." She put a folder next to Iquis. He sobbed for a little while longer, and then fled to find Aoshi, wiping tears as he ran. |
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| Malceure | Oct 30 2007, 06:28 PM Post #208 |
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Aoshi: "Don't worry we can do it!" This proved to be quite difficult. Never the less, the bed did get to the van, with Aoshi lieing on the ground. Of course, he was soon bombarded with the appearance of Iquis, who looked quite unhappy. Aoshi: "Iquis? What is wrong?" He stood up, dusting off his shoulders. |
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Dude2000
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Oct 30 2007, 06:43 PM Post #209 |
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"You know this guy?" Sato grunted out while shoving the bed into the back of the van. "There. Everything's packed up. It's going to be a tight fit...but it should work. I just gotta go grab my laptop..." Sato grabbed his laptop, turned it off, and placed it in his briefcase. His attention turned to the helpful stranger and the sobbing mess. Noticing the tears, he commented: "Umm, you need a tissue? I got a box inside." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| SMBEffect | Oct 30 2007, 07:00 PM Post #210 |
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Iquis sniffled. Iquis: "Y-Yes please..." He watched as Sato ran inside. Iquis: "T-They killed Goria! S-Some man c-came in and k-killed her! Supposedly, he was l-looking for m-me. She w-was the first o-one who I told about my a-a-ability." He kept crying, watching the tears flow. Iquis: "A-All I have is this f-folder. I didn't w-want to open it yet. I t-thought it might have something to do with the b-book." |
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