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Post by Badaria Madraidal on May 21, 2010 18:31:26 GMT -5
I snapped the phone closed. How could an old lady like Granny have such a perverted mind was BEYOND me... maybe the years she had to learn? Who knows. I stretched out on one of the carts in the old run down amusement part. Not sure how exactly I ended up here, but it wasn't bad. It looked like a great place to raid for parts. 'In fact,' I thought to myself, 'that is exactly what I will do.' I got up and started to go for the control panels. I dug in my pocket and took out my Swiss army knife. Why they called it that, I didn't care to know. Didn't look Swiss to me.
I started to work on the rusted screws with a song in my head from an old song Granny had once sang... "In my other pants... there's a wallet..." I added in a quick whisper, "There's a wallet mother fuckers..." then continued with the song.
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Post by Jack King on May 23, 2010 12:00:59 GMT -5
Jack had been sleeping up until a few moments ago, he was nudged into wakefulness by someone's singing. He sat up from his make-shift 'bed' on the merry-go-round and looked around for the source of the noise.
There was purple cloth sticking out from behind the control panel which was apparently the source of the singing, and Jack yawned as he waited for the information to sink in. It was a few moments before he spoke. "Hullo?" He asked, voice slurred with sleep.
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Post by Badaria Madraidal on May 23, 2010 20:54:11 GMT -5
I froze for a moment at the voice. Who the hell... well, can't ask who would be here cause I was here. I peeked around the control box. "Oh hi there." I replied, mimicking the slur in his speech. I even managed a little wave as my other hand started to collect bits and pieces of parts. This was indeed random but then again, I always was. "Sleeping with wooden animals often?"
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Post by Jack King on May 24, 2010 20:20:50 GMT -5
Jack shrugged, "The typical spot of choice is the sleigh, but that's got a huge hole in it and I'll be damned if I sleep in the house of mirrors." He got up from his spot and stretched, looking back over in the newcomers direction when he was done. "Tear apart consuls often?" He asked, noting the wires sticking out of the machine.
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Post by Badaria Madraidal on May 24, 2010 21:09:34 GMT -5
"Uh... oddly enough, yes." I admitted and went back to work. "I'm looking for parts. I don't think I'll find what I need but I might find enough to make something else." I went to taking pieces here and there, and sticking them in my pockets. "Doesn't it get... I don't know," I waved one hand for the word I was looking for. What was it... boring? No. Cold? Hardly. Painful? Doubt it. "Lonely?"
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Post by Jack King on May 27, 2010 17:44:45 GMT -5
He cocked his head to the side and blinked. "Doesn't what get lonely?" Jack wasn't sure if she was talking to the consul, herself, him, or one of the merry-go-round animals. It was a bit difficult to tell from his current position, so he sat down next to her, cross-legged with his hands around his ankles.
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Post by Badaria Madraidal on May 28, 2010 12:33:59 GMT -5
"Sleeping out here." I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. "Surely you have a house of some kind to sleep in?" This was odd, to say the least but everything is odd to me and more so when I am anywhere near a topic.
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Post by Jack King on May 28, 2010 14:49:50 GMT -5
Jack shrugged. "Yeah, the barracks and my house, but both of those places are a lil unappealing for the moment, so I just nap outside." He didn't really want to say WHY they were so appealing unless asked. No one wanted to look like a coward because of an older sibling. No one. No matter how horrifically terrifying they were to give you justification.
In an attempt to change the topic, Jack spoke again. "I don't think I got your name, I'm Jack, Jack King." He extended a hand, it was only polite to give your own name when asking for someone else's.
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Post by Badaria Madraidal on Jun 5, 2010 12:21:32 GMT -5
I grinned and gave him a firm handshake. "Badaria Madraidal. You can call me Bad for short." I gave a wink at the end. Not sure what to do then, I looked back at the gears. "It doesn't look like there is a size I need here... know where I can find some small clock work objects?"
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Post by Jack King on Jun 7, 2010 16:50:47 GMT -5
Jack shrugged. "I can't understand much tech other than a duel disk, but the haunted house might have something like that." The systems there probably used smaller parts due to the slight things you would see out of the corner of your eye in there, leading up to huge scares afterwards. A bit of an ingenious way to mess with the mind actually.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you looking for clockwork bits?" It's not like he could be blamed for curiosity, it was a common thing with humans after all.
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