WHO: Flea and whoever (OPEN TO ALL PLZ)
WHERE: Wandering the halls of the base
WHAT: Flea's arrival on the base
Flea was wandering the halls. He (she?) made no noise as he (she?) went, as his (her?!) feet were a comfortable six inches above the ground. Walking was soooo last year
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"Me? Nobody really wants me." The constant battle also fueled bouts of self-doubt and that was particularly evident now. "but this place is anything but dull, just look around some. It's called Area42, to answer your question though, and you're an eternal prisoner here now, and oh yeah you aren't real either, apparently none of us are. You're just a figment of some writer's imagination. Oh and if somebody doesn't try to kill you in your first day here you should consider yourself blessed."
"Besides you don't need to know who I am, I've got my own plans for the day!" He moved to shove past the overly pushy one before him. The anger inside him was growing and he needed to get in the air before he killed somebody too. He really didn't want to be the one to fulfill the prophecy he'd just laid on this guy. Let him have some illusions for a while.
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"Well!" Flea exclaimed as he was pushed aside. "First boring and now horrendously rude!" He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted down the hall. "Anyone else around? Someone interesting and not on the rag?"
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