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Jul 01, 2008 21:24

Good evening, Camp. I'm Nathan Petrelli, and I arrived here the other day with my brother, Peter. A toucan kindly did the honors of informing us we had jobs here-- myself as this place's "favorite son," Peter as a counselor of kids with unusual abilities.

I'm not exactly sure what my job would entail, isolated as this place is from everywhere else ( Read more... )

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finger_fucked July 2 2008, 01:38:53 UTC
The guy in the suit gave a speech that I didn't actually listen to, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

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emogivesuwings July 2 2008, 02:25:35 UTC
-- no. Should I have?

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finger_fucked July 2 2008, 02:30:37 UTC
Just roll with it.

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emogivesuwings July 2 2008, 02:55:44 UTC
Alright-- do your thing.

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finger_fucked July 2 2008, 03:01:29 UTC
You're not doing anything now.

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emogivesuwings July 2 2008, 03:40:54 UTC
You could narrate that.

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finger_fucked July 2 2008, 03:43:20 UTC
Yeah, because that's a riveting scene. "Oh, I read the most interesting book today. It was about this guy who did nothing!"

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emogivesuwings July 2 2008, 04:15:55 UTC
But you're not writing.

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