PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | December 24th 2005, 20:16:17 |
| Visits: | 1012 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
wasn ' t trusting. |
He turned to me and said, "I understand." Pretty weird, for someone passing me on the street, but he had my attention. "I can read your mind, I can see what you ' re going through. It ' s bad, as bad as you think it is, you can stop worrying that you ' re going to peices over nothing." I slow down, he ' s got a faded tophat, but was dressed for any sort of formal event, tall, with a hint of a beard suggesting regular shaving. A stogy, not yet old man, just graying red hair that was not well groomed, but was well cut. A bit crazy, not dangerous while I ' m still on the walkways. It wasn ' t late, there were plenty of indifferent people around to witness any sort of fabulous death he might improbably entertain for me.
He continued, explaining how I could extricate myself from my mess. "Plenty of tea," he cautioned, "is never advisable." I don ' t drink tea.
"For a grand finale, remember that someone told you that they knew how you feel. They undoubtedly meant it." He whooped then, flinging his head upwards only half as violently as his arms, and began to stride the way I had been going when he had stopped me, gleaming without using his teeth. I walked on, to my car. He did not look behind, and I would hazard that he looked precious few places besides, trusting the world to lead him in safe paths. I checked for my wallet; it was still there. I had wanted to check the whole time he had been talking. Then, I felt terrible. |
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