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Siblings [4]

 

Poppa will be so pleased to have you home?’

 

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Siblings [3]

 

Hvað í fjandanum er þetta kjaftæði!”

 

Hanne barely suppressed her truimph, she knew she had her sister on the ropes. Silja was now breathing deeply, open mouthed, not through her nose. Her defiance instantly had been replaced by a wild panic. Hanne always hated not being in control, and she could see her sister was not much different in that respect.

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Siblings [2]

 

 

When the doors opened again Silja pressed herself against the bulkhead like a cornered cat, she hissed like one also. She had had time to think. She reasoned that Dwight was under orders not to harm her, but she didn’t trust the lumbering hulk, she was unsure if a bid for freedom was worth the risk.

 

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Siblings

 

 

Scheiße !”

 

Meike cursed as her shot was nothing like that which she had planned. Silja laughed mockingly.

 

You have a touch like a train crash !”

 

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After the Party

I awoke to a quite place, warm and for many would be soothing. To me that is a trap waiting to happen. My senses sharpened and took stock of my surroundings. And as usual when I awaken in a situation like this, I find myself annoyed with Her yet again. She always seems to have a lack of self preservation these last few weeks, the few times I have had the need to awaken and protect her from herself as it were.

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Dusty Journal, Page Three

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Dear Journal,

That cliche again. As usual, it fits. Wonder when I'll stop that? For now, maybe not since it works, right?
To say that I was excited to wake up on saturday is an understatement. It was party day, and not just any party, but at the famous Waffle Hus of Hope Springs. I remember well enough about the party, that Hyle is the woman in charge, its her baby and she revels in it to the fullest, at least, thats what I can remember. This will be the first one I can remember attending in a very long time.

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Service in action and of the Heart

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Jeassiah looked in the small mirror of the bathroom and took a deep breath, it had been a very long time indeed for her to simply let go like this, to let the kind of person she was originally trained to be to have free reign. More importantly, she wanted to see for herself if she still had that touch. She snorts softly, of course she had it still, it was too deeply in her sould to ever truely be gone and she knew it.

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Faded Memories.

I have a few memories, of long ago in a place called Hope.
I have lived, I have loved, I have cried and I had died....I think.
So much time has passed, I know some names of people I barely remember, faces that are hidden from memory.
I know some faces of others, whom their names now have faded and remain elusive, apart from my memory.
I know I cared a great deal for someone, some one my heart aches for...I can only hope I am remembered and...I dont know, maybe forgiven, though its hard to remember why.

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A Meeting of Minds, part 2

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A punishment?!”

 

Reavy pushed herself away from the bench.

 

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Dusty Journal Page 2

Dear Journal,

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The Wild Life of New Flagstaff

‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘There are!’
‘No, only orange and black’
‘You are wrong!’ the little girl said to her mother as they walked along the street in New Flagstaff. ‘I have seen one.’
‘You have never seen one,’ the mother said shaking her head. ‘Only pictures in the books.’
‘I have,’ the little girl said with much exasperation.’
The mother smiled ‘Really? White with purple stripes?’
‘Yes!’ the little girl said wondering if her mother now believed her.
‘No!’
‘Yes!’

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Gunman (part 6)

Many Years Ago.

Even having slept in a derelict, roofless house that night, Baka woke up the following morning in a good mood.

Ytte Skovlund's picture

A Meeting of Minds, of Times

 

 

Hyle told me you are a soldier.”

 

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A Dusty Journal

Dear Jornal,

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Gunman (part 5)

Present Day

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Gunman (part 4)

Lost Bride’s ‘Orphans’ event went on into the following day. Now that word had gotten around via the grapevine, there was actually a queue waiting when Lost opened up the following morning. Urgent calls went out for more donations and the subsequent steady arrival throughout the day of cars with boxes to unload just managed to keep up with the new demand. By the time they shut up shop again, just before sunset, everyone involved was exhausted.

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New project

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to share my new project that I'm working on for the past 3 weeks. It's a cyberpunk-themed visual novel! I had to learn some basic programming and 3D posing program (a big thank you to Joe for helping me out!!!).

The finished game will be available for free for everyone on these forums as soon as the game is complete (I hope by the end of next month).

And by the end of this month there will be a playable demo for everyone interested. The reason I am putting out the demo is not bug hunting, but feedback about the artwork and storyline.

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Jeassiah Black

For Joe, the curent image I found and choose to use for forum and journal entry writing.

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For those who remember Rowdy Warpath

I haven't post here for ages, and I'm not coming for good news. 

Rowdy has passed away, less than 2 weeks ago.

 

 http://conanexilesrp.enjin.com/forum/page/1/m/36502369/viewthread/308758...

 

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Epiphany

 

 

Ytte stumbled through to Hyle’s kitchen. There was a note propped up against the kettle. The note was concise.

 

 

‘Ytte. Sorry we are not there. Needed at the hostel. Help yourself to breakfast, Coffee in the thermos. Hyle xx’

 

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no helmets please

(( This reminded me of Hope Springs Wafflehouse :D

waffle

 

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Gunman (part 3)

If it is possible for your heart to leap with joy and at the same time fall into the pit of your stomach then Baka managed it.

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Doodles

 

One day a long time ago, Pre-Fall in fact.

It was a nice sunny morning. Too nice to stay at home

So....

A mother took her two daughters for a trip into Copenhagen.

 

Can you name the girls?

 

day out

 

 

 

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Kulturschock! [3]

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“Upps!” Hyle pulled the hem of her skirt down as she made herself comfortable in the seat of the car. “Absolutely not made for driving!” She grinned.

 

“You are not…. Umm..” Ytte pointed out.

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Kulturschock! [2]

Ytte closed her eyes and let the warm water flow over her body. It felt good, much better than the tepid showers in a cloning pod. No dribbling tepid water. No industrial carbolic soap. This water was as warm as she could stand it, there was plenty pressure in the stream, and the soap. The soap smelled of vanilla. Ytte felt something she realised she had missed for such a long time. She felt feminine, she felt like a lady again.

 

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Caught!

Silja lay awake in the dark, the only sound was the dogs barking occaisionally Of course she could hear her Momma breathing, it was slow, rasping. Silja was not hungry, it was not hunger that was keeping her awake but she knew that Monna had given her extra food at the cost of going without herself. Silja knew she had to try again.

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Kulturschock! [1]

 

 

“Saturday is my day off!” Hyle announced.

Ytte dabbed her mouth and helped clear the breakfast away.

“So, lazy day. Then prepare for tonight’s party. Of course you are welcome to stay here as long as you need, Ytte. We can get to know each other a little more maybe?. And of course you MUST come to the party this eve.”

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I see U au jus...........

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Sweet ode to creepers. TO Speak to to creepers, on the partched plains_- Thirst IN creeper telepathy, MAN!; ah OASIS_- on my way down from Kalbabie/ BABBie ; Green Northern forests . The dust Drive down." Ur kickin up enough of it, dust stars magnified In their Swell , CRAZY fuckface sings partched off thirst, alWAYs long ROUND road down the long past... hits So, pastTHE-- thru teleplay past hi wave? Lights all nearly all mostly gone down .....OM...

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The Art of Laughter

Veronica looked again at the painting. 'This is pre-electric light style?' she asked.

Hyle smiled. 'Pre-Raphealite,' she corrected. 'It is Pre-Raphealite. I painted a Pre-Raphealite V V'

'I have not read the poem,' Veronica said. 'What did you say it is called? The Lady of Shallots?'

Hyle could hold back no longer and burst into laughter. Veronica looked to Hyle confused first, then smiled, then grinned, then also burst into laughter.

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Two Years and Centuries Later

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Two Years and centuries later.

 

It was not long after noon when Ytte finally reached the outskirt of Hope Springs. She paused, the streets were quiet, pretty much everyone had been beaten indoors by the savage Arizona summer sun.

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