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Mar 31, 2006 20:30

In a chair, drinking vodka, reading Clarke, sits a timeless walker.

A quiet night in front of the fire for Cain.

once more with feeling, damian, morte

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floating_skull April 1 2006, 04:56:19 UTC
A human skull floats by, a thin piece of charcoal in its mouth. It sets the charcoal down on the couch opposite Cain. It eyes the man for a moment, bobbing ever so slightly up and down.

"Psst! Hey, cutter!" stage-whispers the skull. It sounds male. And human.

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walker_cain April 1 2006, 04:57:27 UTC
Cain blinks and glances around.

"Ah, yes?"

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floating_skull April 1 2006, 05:00:24 UTC
"You seen any berks here that break into song regular-like?" the skulls asks.

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walker_cain April 1 2006, 05:06:00 UTC
Cain is still staring.

"Ah... what is a berk? And a Cutter? And... what thge heck are you?"

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