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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 22, 2007 18:54:18 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
' I didn't kill him for pleasure, ' I snap at her as I whirl to face her.
Nevertheless, I feel a smile grow on my face. ' I want to ask you the same question. But, as to why I have no idea. I've heard it called damnation, immortality, and... various other things.'
It's not me, Buried wrekage, my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 22, 2007 18:56:04 GMT -5
"So," she says, with a mixture of sarcasm and black humor. "Souless abominations, then, I suppose?"
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 22, 2007 18:59:31 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
' That's what I've been calling it, yes, ' I say, with the same humor. I sigh.
' I do sometimes wish that there were... more of our... kind. Who know what we are,' it is the truth, after all.
' How did you escape? ' I ask after an awkward silence.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 22, 2007 19:07:55 GMT -5
"I killed everyone that tried to stop me," she says flatly. After a moment, she adds: "It wasn't that hard. A shard of glass through the eye, a knife in the dark..." She shrugs, almost nonchalantly. "You get used to it after a while." A pause. "What about you?"
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 26, 2007 17:53:58 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
' Much less brute force and a little bit more acting, ' I say with a laugh. ' Though it wasn't hard; I was almost dead anyway.'
I chuckle to myself as I smirk.
' As for killing... It's become... an addiction. '
It's not me, Buried wrekage, my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 28, 2007 18:51:31 GMT -5
She is silent for a while; when she finally speaks, she ignores his last dark comment and centers on his first. "Well," she says with a slight smile, "Subtlety of that sort would have been a little harder to do. You can't really die and be carted out in a brothel, unless of course the... customer... paid enough for it." She shrugs. "But they usually didn't."
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 28, 2007 19:44:57 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
I bark out a short, yet humorless, laugh. ' I wanted to be sure I was never caught,'
' I suppose a bit of luck was involved... '
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me, so who am I now?
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