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Post by Illusion on Oct 19, 2006 13:54:38 GMT -5
Travis raised an eyebrow at him, "And why would that be?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 26, 2006 16:11:47 GMT -5
John chuckled, "It's more or less in my nature to do everything."
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Post by Illusion on Oct 27, 2006 23:12:02 GMT -5
"My, that must take practice," Travis said with a smirk, "So everything you say?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 27, 2006 23:21:53 GMT -5
"Pretty much."
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Post by Illusion on Oct 27, 2006 23:24:25 GMT -5
Travis laughed slightly and took another drink, "Well here's to all you can do." he said, raising his beer and draing the last bit, his eyes dancing mischeviously.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 27, 2006 23:43:28 GMT -5
John raised his glass as well, but never had the pleasure of drinking it, which may have bee nice when his head suddenly jerked forward like he'd been hit in the back of the head with a two-by-four.
A solar eclipse. Blood, sprayed across a brick wall.
John sat up again, his head pounding. He was clearly shaken. He looked at Travis, only for a brief second until another one hit. This time sending him to the floor.
The eclipse again and the blood. John screamed as the images ripped through his mind. A wolf. John was starting to get dizzy as the pain refused to subside. He screamed again, both in pain and anguish as he watched. 'Please!' a familiar voice screamed. John could see his face, covered in blood, his eyes welled with tears 'Please just leave my son out of this!" Blood covered the ground. Everything started to meld together. The eclipse. Then, everything went black as John passed out on the floor.
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Post by Illusion on Oct 27, 2006 23:58:28 GMT -5
Travis stared at John's limp body for a moment, almost afraid to breath in case that set off... whatever in the hell that was. And what in hell's name was that? A seizure? epilepsy? some violent ritual that only John knew the secret too? He abruptly shook his head and slammed the glass down on the table as he practically leapt out of his seat and kneeled down next to John. "John?" he said and with a wince on John's behalf as he gently lifted up his head.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 28, 2006 0:15:19 GMT -5
John slowly came too. Where was he? Not sure. Okay, next question. Oh hello Travis. At least he thought is was Travis. His vision was blurred. John moaned as he tried to get up. PAIN! Okay... not a good plan. He relaxed, letting Travis support him. "What the hell happened?"
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Post by Illusion on Oct 28, 2006 0:22:12 GMT -5
Travis just sort of blinked at him and tried to remember what exactly happened, "Not sure exactly, you screamed and I think your head whipped back or something and then you were on the ground. It all happened very fast." he said, situating himself so John's body was more comfortably leaning against his. He suddenly made a face as he felt liquid beginning to seep into his pant legs. "Oh and you spilled your drink."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 28, 2006 0:27:13 GMT -5
None of John's body seemed wanting to move. "I can't see." Why did he say that? Granted his blurred vision wasn't getting any better, but it wasn't getting worse either.
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Post by Illusion on Oct 28, 2006 0:40:38 GMT -5
Travis frowned and waved his hand fairly close to JD's face, "Nothing? Could you see that?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 28, 2006 0:50:27 GMT -5
John winced as he sensed the movement close to his face. The night club was dark and he was pretty sure the only way he really could tell that Travis was there was because he could see him in color. "Everything's... hazey." John tried to sit up again... it didn't work out.
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Post by Illusion on Oct 28, 2006 0:57:18 GMT -5
Travis caught him as he fell back and gave a soft sight, "Alright, first things first I think we need to get you out of here." he said and then very carefully proceeded to stand up, pulling JD carefully up with him. Rummaging in his pocket he pulled out a bill and handed it over to the bartender "Keep the change" he said and then slowly started helping John over to the door.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 28, 2006 1:03:49 GMT -5
Then, it hit him. John remembered what he saw. So much blood. He head ached. It was everywhere. John suddenly vomitted onto the club floor.
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Post by Illusion on Oct 28, 2006 1:11:33 GMT -5
Travis hastily backed up to avoid getting it on himself and then gave JD a sympathetic look. "I think we may have to make a small detour at the hospital." he said, gingerly stepping them around the puddle of vomit.
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