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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:24 pm
A field of wheat. A small house. This house and wheat field dont ******** around. None of that, row of bushes bullshit, the field comes right up to the house to say hello. A robot toils tirelessly in the field, a nice big daedelus robotics logo stamped on the back. An old man sits on the wooden porch, on a small bench. He stares into the field, his eyes glassed over, not really hearing the music being played from the robot. Not really seeing the field of wheat. He is the perfect example of a man lost in thought. You could walk up to him and sit down next to him, and he might not even notice you.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:52 pm
It was a pleasant enough day. Heather was glad to be finished with her work, and able to run around a bit, before going home. Being the manager for a radio station was sometimes harder than herding cats.
Once she had finished with her daily paperwork, Heather decided to zoom off to the countryside to check it out. She stopped by what appeared to be a farmhouse... But the field came right up to the porch. She then noticed the robot, from Daedelus Robotics working away, while playing her station.
This farmer has good taste, Heather thought, only then noticing the older man sitting on the porch, stairing off into space. She shrugged, leaving the man to his private thoughts, then looked back at Crosshaven...
"Hey, I can see my house from here..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:48 pm
(( eek u read minds? i was thinkin to myself the robot would be blasting some blasphemi crack radio))
The man, as expected, just continues to stare mindlessly into the field of wheat. Both of his hands are in his lap, closed, as if holding somthing very precious. The item must be extremely small, as it seemed to fit easily into the space inbetween his cupped hands. After a length of time that could indescriminatley be described as a second or an hour, he very slowley looks down at his closed hands. He opens his hands only a crack to look into them. Whatever it is in his hands seems to upset him greatly, and he begins to weep queitly, but with a confused expression on his face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 2:22 pm
((Hehehe. Nope. I just figure WTMI's the best radio station in the area... Humble ain't I? And not even the station manager's safe from being blasted by Blasphemi.))
Heather's accelerated perception made her notice things quickly... So she noticed right away that the farmer had started weeping. She looked at him puzzled, her urge to perform random acts of senseless kindness warring with what she felt was his need for privacy. Finaly, she coughed, politely.
"Uh... Hi?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:29 pm
At first he seem's as though he hadnt heard, but after a second he looks up. His eyes are bloodshot, and his hands quickly hide the thing he was looking at. A sound like metal scrapping on metal is heard in his hands when he moves to cover it. His rapid breathing and gasping stops just long enough for him to get out a strained
"hello"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:54 pm
"Oh... Hey, didn't you wander into the station, one time?" Heather said, reconising him.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 9:15 pm
He walks slowly up the path that will lead him to his old friend's house. The wind moves the fields, and his hair, in the same pattern of give and take. He is dressed down today, looking casual, in an argyle sweater and cozy cordoroys, like before he was governor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:23 pm
((sry, my comps been all weird. Forgive me crying )) Nick very slowley looks at heather with an exasperated expression, like she said teh exact opposite of what he needed to hear right then. Somthing about the sentence just freaks him out, and he moves the thing in his hands into his pocket, and begins rocking back and forth slowley.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:55 pm
((No worries))
He takes a long, studying look at the robot in his friend's fields, and then continues on to his front steps. Halfway up, he sees Nick there, rocking like a scarred child, and leans in on the railing, looking worriedly to Heather.
He heads to the top, and sits down, scooting up to Nick's side. He watches him a moment more, and tentatively touches his shoulder. "Nick....?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 4:30 pm
He looks up at nate suddenly and stares at him, his face a mask of horror and confusion. After ten seconds that could pass for an hour his face cracks into a smile, still shining with tears.
"Oh, Nate, its you."
After another couple of seconds he says "its good to see you"
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 4:41 pm
The boy's face almost looks afraid for that moment, then he regains himself. He doesn't mention the tears, or act like he sees them, but his voice is feather soft and hesitant.
"Good to see you too."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 4:59 pm
He smiles, and falters slightly when he see's the worry in nates eyes, like he's almost confused by it, but after another second he invites them both inside for a cup of coffee, getting heavily to his feet and smiling again, just slightly nervous.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:05 pm
"Coffee? Oh... Okay... I about to leave, actually, but if you want the company..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 11:55 pm
"Coffee sounds great." He picks himself up and follows Nick inside. On his way over the threshhold, he comments softly to both of them. "This is a little slice of heaven. Peaceful, alive. I love your place. Sure beats living in the city."
The tension is gone from his voice and he again looks confident and comfortable.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 9:44 pm
Nick smiles at both of them, he looks as though the previous incident is completley forgotten, and he pours three cups of coffee, offering cream and sugar to both of them, taking none himself. As he sits, his left hand reaches to touch a pocket on his jacket, he looks puzzled, but sits and dismisses whatever had puzzled him, and smiles to nate.
"So, what brings you into my neck of the woods?"
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