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[bloodandsouls]

*Dizzy staggers down the stairs and steps up to the bar. She speaks very quietly an dmoves as little as possible

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[e_belgarath]

Old Wolf looks up from his breakfast of assorted not quite-breakfast foods to see young Dizzy shuddering at the bar. There's a twinkle in his eye and an evil grin. Carefully he picks out one of the deep-fried paradoxes, choosing by size, weight & aerodynamics. He winds up & pitches. The paradox smacks her right in the middle of her lower back...

[bloodandsouls]

*As the deep-fried paradox hits Dizzy in the back, she lets out a shriek, spilling her coffee on the bar, and sending her fruit salad flying. Hyperventilating, she whirls around, trying to find whoever hit her. She sees Old Wolf snickering into his breakfast, and stomps towards his table, fists clenched and eyes narrowed. *

"What?!"

[e_belgarath]

"Good day to you, young Isabella! You don't look like you slept very well." He motions towards the bar. "Another fruit salad over here please!"

"What seems to be troubling you today, my friend?"

The old man forks down more eggs, noodles & paradoxes as Dizzy collects her thoughts.

[bloodandsouls]

"I... tried to leave last night. But there was nothing there... Only those fucking bugs, killing me over and over again... I just couldn't handle it, you know?"

*Diz steals a fried paradox off Belgarath's plate and chews on it thoughtfully.*