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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -22-

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He sat there in the ratty old chair with the empty plate in his lap for some time, as he watch Soya wrapped up in the blanket on the bed, he wanted to be sure she was fast asleep before making any noise. Both because she needed the rest, and as Zane ran a hand under his beret over the stilling healing gash on his scalp; because he wanted her to get it before he had to explain things.


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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -21-

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 ....a few days earlier...... ((From Hózhóojí - The Blessingway))

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Of Sinners and Saints - 8

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((Written to 'Aerials' by System Of A Down.))

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The Little Saint - 6

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((Written to 'Hide and Seek' by Imogen Heap.))

Later that night after 'Of Sinners and Saints - 6'

The radiant swan princess droops gracefully before the adulation of the packed theatre, her slender arms open like spreading wings, her perfectly coiffed blonde head bowed low in humble supplication to their deafening standing ovation...

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Piece of my f***ing mind..

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Lately.. Wasteland has gotten more heroes, those that want to make it feel better place for the poor and weak, amount of guards recruited have been dramasticly increased in towns, Most say that this is a good thing, that there is brighter tomorrow now...

..True, However that bright day will last only until nightfall comes over, they put up lights, torches to keep warm but mainly, to worship that light, that the light would keep monsters, rapists, thiefs, murderers, clan-assaults and such away.. it works.

However i read a book lately that describes samurai's, their path is brutal full of destruction when they know what the fuck they are doing, Like samurai i myself always go straight to the thick of battle.

Samurai's fight with intelligence and wit, knowing which fight to pick on and from which to leave unharmed.. Like samurai i always pick my fights and do not throw my body in danger without knowing i have good chance to win.

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Beneath the Hasty Sun 01

The sound of the scraping metal is like a clarion call across the wasted landscape.  She looks about, casting her eyes in all directions.  There, some distance away, she sees the forms of coyotes atop a hill, the setting sun threatening a rise to their silhouettes.  They are scavengers, like she.  Too far to be a real threat, so she continues her search.  She finds nothing but some scraps of metal.

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Gasoline Gears and Gun Oil -20-

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Vorela's Ramblings - Oct 20

((Jumping on the bandwagon.  Written to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper))

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Robbie's Journal - Entry 8

What a couple weeks it's been. I'd like to say I've been out doing the right thing and helping lessen the misery that's all around, but that's a lie. Since I found this old Alvarez six-string, I haven't been able to put it down. I'm not about to say I'm getting good yet, but the muscle memory must be genetic in nature, because I still remember a lot, and am picking things up quickly. The worst part is that the old flexibility and timing aren't there yet- but will be, in time. I can feel it getting better every day.

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Of Sinners and Saints - 7

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((Written to 'Living Dead Girl' by White Zombie.))

Later that night after 'Of Sinners and Saints - 6'

"Stay sharp boys and girls, we're in rotter country now."

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Of Sinners and Saints - 6

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((Written to 'The Gun' by Lou Reed.))

Continued from 'The Little Saint - 5'

"...Gypsy?"

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Closer.. Farther..

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Heavy steps cracked the small rocks on the paved crackling road as she swayed herself closer to her new deal, CoG's hideout somewhere near Traveler's settlement of Credit Bend..

As she moved closer to the well hidded technical bunkersite, her fingertips twitched in slightness to test her own reactions, squeezig her fingers tightly together within her gloves before relaxing them again, the orange setting sun was lowering its head down the edge of the desert before she reached a sight of four armed lifeforms.

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -19-

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Lying in bed, Zane gently brushed a hand though Soya's hair on the pillow beside his, she let out this little noise, at that moment to Zane it was the most beautiful sound in the world.  His gaze shifted toward the window, the sky was beginning to lighten, though the stars were still out, probably close to five am, a little later.  Slowly, careful not to disturb the beautiful Native woman sleeping so peacefully in their bed, he slipped from under the covers and retreieved his draw string pants from a near by crate.  Grabbing one of his sidearms from his gunbelt, Zane headed downstairs to have a look at the tub that the Riders had delivered while he was waiting for Soya.  It was a beast of a thing, an old enameled cast iron job with the little animal like feet on the bottom.  He figured he'd managed to round up enough copper pipe to set up the plumbing but first he was going to have to clean the thing. 

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The Little Saint - 5

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((Written to 'Bankrobber' by the Clash.))

Who are you clone? (1)

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Baz Ino was born as the son of a great Enforcer Leader. His parents spent every last chip they had to get him into the cloning-program. Now leading men was in his DNA - literally.

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A Brave New(er) World - 3

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Note Log - > Access Data Entry

Waiting . . .

Username - > Charlotte Williams, CW-323.

Password - > *******

Evaluating . . .

Access Granted, Welcome Charlie.

[ENTRY THREE]

Been a while since I've updated on my personal log. This last week has been full of experiences. I've visited three new settlements and have made progress on my mission. While doing work in North Burb I was told about the town of Odenville. Sure enough, on my map there it was. I saw this as a good opportunity to see more towns. I took the opportunity to pass once more through Embry. I got a closer look at the town on my way through.

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Return

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((Written to The Outlaw Torn - Metallica))

 

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -18-

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Crouching in the tall grass along the moon lit roadside Zane waited patiently for the courier, the note wasn’t specific, and there had been no time table. It was just after 02:30hrs, and there was no way of knowing how long he’d have to wait, but Zane was patient. His anger fueled that patience in an odd way, Michael Seven wasn’t the cause though; the creepy bastard was the least of Zane’s concerns at the moment. Someone had tried to kill both him and Soyala that someone was going to pay.

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Just Human

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It has been a long while since i checked back into fallen earth, left because of the fact that my comp can barely run it..And for other special reasons. I am here to talk about those special things.

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil - 17-

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The cool wanning light of the cresent moon above washed across the bed, as Zane lay there, he wasn't sure why he kept waking up in the middle of  the night lately, it wasn't the nightmares, he hadn't had one in a couple weeks now.  Yet here he was lying wide awake, staring at the ceiling.  A soft sleepy moan came from beside him as Soya moved in her slumber, she was cuddled up against him one leg wrapped over his her arm across his stomach as she used his chest for a pillow.  He'd briefly considered getting up but he'd have rather chewed his arm of than disturb her, he smiled at her watching her sleep.

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Aftermath Part 2 of 2

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Um It appears that there was a terrible misunderstanding about what had happened or was implied to have happened in this story. 


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Vorela's Ramblings - Oct 13

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It seems the fates or whatever higher power may be out there may not completely dislike me after all.  I can’t say I ever prayed, but I’d hoped and I’d wished.  I’d given the night sky my tears, terrified of another repeat of the past.  I knew I didn’t love him yet, we’d barely had time to get to know one another before he’d left, but life couldn’t possibly be so cruel as to take away every man that tried to enter it.

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Of Sinners and Saints - 5

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((Written to 'After The Flesh' by the Thrill Kill Cult.))

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -16-

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The moon was well on its way through the star filled sky, Zane leaned back against the side of the long defuncted airconditioner that still sat attached to the roof, wearing his pair of light draw string pants and his dark glasses, he took a long draw off the cigarette in his hand, after a moment letting the lung full of smoke drift into the air.  Another day in the wasteland, another full of revelations, and answers that spawn even more questions, some questions troubled him more than others.

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Of Sinners and Saints - 4

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((Written to 'Born Free' by MIA.))

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -15-

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Lit only by the fire he played with across his hand, Zane sits in his ragged old armchair, a cigarette hanging from his lip as he watched her sleep.  The blanket just covered the top of her firm buttocks, as Soyala lay on her stomach half turned toward the window.  So much had happened over the last week it was difficult to wrap his mind around it all, especially her...he still couldn't believe this all wasn't just a dream.

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The Little Saint - 4

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((Written to 'Deceptacon' by Le Tigre.))

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