A Scribbled Thing

Dec 27, 2010 03:15

Through waters fearsome we sail, heading for shores afar...

But weather's coming to hail and rain upon our fire.

You won't like children like I do, but you will like them.

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[Private] notarabiddog December 27 2010, 05:04:39 UTC
[Recognising the writing]

You again. Please, tell me where you are.

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Private: deathly_dru December 27 2010, 06:10:03 UTC
You wouldn't like what I am.

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Private notarabiddog December 27 2010, 06:27:53 UTC
I shall be the one to decide that.

Please.

You know her name.

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Re: Private deathly_dru December 27 2010, 07:00:12 UTC
I know lots of names.

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Private notarabiddog December 27 2010, 07:14:16 UTC
I only care for hers.

Enough games!

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Re: Private deathly_dru December 27 2010, 07:33:28 UTC
It wasn't a game.

It was real.

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Private notarabiddog December 27 2010, 07:41:40 UTC
No... it's no game.

[HE'S GETTING DESPERATE NOW]

I take night walks on the deck. If you are allowed to wander, meet me there tonight. Please, do this for me.

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Re: Private deathly_dru December 27 2010, 17:13:25 UTC
Hmm... There's no moon.

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Private notarabiddog December 28 2010, 05:51:52 UTC
I can walk without one.

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