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 Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 9:10 pm
Greg keeps his room imaculatly clean. He has a single white sheeted bed with black pillows, in the far left corner of the room there is a solid oak desk, with a small pc on it. Next to the door there is a white dresser then a small closet. That too is organized. There is a desk lamp on the desk and a sketchbook. The walls have Greg's pictures tacked onto them, but other than that, there is no ornamentation.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 7:12 pm
Greg paced the impossibly clean room, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to get rid of the headache he was feeling. Why did I have to search outside my own mind? Sighing Greg flopped onto the bed, holding his head like it was falling apart. Maybe it was. Flashes of color felt like needles behind his eyes. Who did I see into? Who ever they are, they're in pain. A lot of pain. Greg groaned; this was going to be a long night.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:45 pm
Greg pulled himself out of bed, realizing with a start that he knew where the boy was. In a girl named Amy's room. Pain pounded the inside of his skull. Stumbling out of his room, Greg stepped into the hall.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:39 pm
Laying down, Greg bit his lip, and grabbed his sketchpad and drew random pictures. A rabbit, a race-car, a snake, anything he could think of. Eventually, Greg had filled up the paper, and he flipped it over. What now? Greg had to fill it up, a weird habit. He obsessed over filling up both sides with color or drawings. Weird, just like him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 4:42 pm
Greg smiled, feeling Zack's elation at his reunion with his brother; appartenly, any damage he did, wasn't permanent. He hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 1:26 pm
Why can't I hear them anymore? Am I going deaf... er... so to speak. Greg shook his head, Maybe... Just maybe, I'm learning how to control this absurdity Greg grinned at the thought.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 9:50 pm
Me and Zack stood outside Greg's room. I was very tempted to knock, but I decided it would be best if Zack were to do it. I could feel that he still felt a bit guilty, so I wouldn't rush him, and let him do the knocking, when he was ready.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:45 am
Greg felt slightly worried, I can't at all... Can I still... Greg felt his worry feed off of his confusion. He gulped, then raised his left hand and spread his fingers apart. He faced the window, and pushed against the invisible resistance; The window opened quickly, then, seeing his success, he closed it again. Maybe... Augh! I don't know! Greg, to his own surprise, realized he would sell his soul for the endless babble he was used to. Silence was no longer welcome. The dull roar had become part of him, and now it was gone. Greg felt like someone had cut off one of his limbs. Or, as a more apt analogy, ripped out his lungs. Sure, he could breathe, but it felt wrong. Like he was hollow.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:21 pm
What was Zack waiting for! I started to tap my foot impatiently. I just couldn't take it any more; I stretched out my hand and pounded on the door a few times.
"David!" I glared at him. He hadn't changed really at all. I shook my head and then looked back at the door; nervously waiting for Greg to answer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:03 pm
Greg didn't bother to stand up, he looked at the doorknob and watched it twist and open the door to reveal David, who Greg had know was there, and a conjoined Zack and Mark. Weird, it seems David was over riding Zack and Mark's minds. Greg smiled nervously and walked up to greet them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:46 pm
I smiled at waved, "Hey Greg!" Me and Zack took a step inside the door after David. I looked around the room, and noticed it was incredibly tidy. I laughed inside my head, Hehe, I wonder what he would think of Amilia's room
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:07 pm
An awkward silence seemed to fill the room. No one was talking, so I motioned toward Greg. Trying to give my brother the cue to start talking.
I looked down at my feet ignoring David. "Hi... Greg. I just... I wanted to... apologize for... by behavior... earlier. I didn't mean to make you angry or... upset. I'm sorry if I did."
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:33 pm
"Uh... No, it's fine... I probably would've acted the same way; emotions are so pesky aren't they? Never giving you one moment of peace..." What Greg didn't mention, is that he did have silence, and he didn't want it. All that glitters isn't gold, I guess Greg shrugged. "So, how do you like being reunited with your little brother?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:18 pm
Greg looked down to his feet, wishing that he could hear their responses. He used to be able to, even after they were reunited. But now... Greg wanted to smash his head on the wall in frustration, and he believed that if they weren't there, he would.
((GTG, bye))
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:32 am
"Well... If the feeling I'm getting from being stuck to him, I'd say he's really happy!"
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