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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 10:15 pm
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Matt walked into his own small office, more of a cubical, and sat down in his chair. There he waited for Jenkin's usual arrival but something just didn't settle right. The alchemist hadn't seen Jenkins at all today and yet most the time Gemini loved to mock and tease Forge. He lifted his feet and then rested them on his desk as he leaned back in his chair. Placeing his hands behind his head, although cold and stiff, he stared up at the cealing and made images in his mind. Before he knew it, Matt had fallen asleep in his chair; the door to his small office was wide open.
His office was normally wide open since he was more of a grunt than an officer. This ment he was mostly being the State's lap dog and doing as it pleased than to sit around and relax. However, he did that anyways when on missions. The days seemed slow now, the whole problem with Scar was getting to much for the Fuhrer.
The act of himself saving Scar haunted his memories. All he could dream about was when he would be standing in a dark corner of a large room, one other State Alchemist with him and two Ishbalites. One had gotten the "Get out of captivity - free card" and the other was sentenced to death. The one that was let off had a scar in the shape of an X on his head, it was Scar no doubt. The other was hard to tell in the dark but he barred much resemblence to Scar, indicating sibling relations.
It was then that Scar was lead out of the building by another officer while the second State Alchemist fired at the male Ishbalite. All that could be heard was the cry of pain and anger coming from the man who now haunts Central.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 6:00 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 11:26 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 3:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:06 pm
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Matt twiched in his seat. His hands and arms hanging off the sides of his chair, sleeping quietly. A couple alchemists wandered by and giggled while others had the earge to close his door and beat him to hell. Either way, the Forge Alchemist felt care free.
The dreams were now over and he slept calmly. However after a few seconds he felt the presence of something dark, watching him. All he could see were a pair of red beedy eyes. Suddenly a loud crash just outside of his room caused him to jump up in his seat and looked around. When he turned around he could see two officers sweating and chuckling innocently as they stared at a large box that had fallen infront of them.
Apparently they were tyring to pick up the paper work and other files for Mustang and deliver them to the Fuhrer but unfortunitly one of them had lost their grip. The papers were now scattered out of order and all over the floor.
Matt grumbled to himself, wiped the drool from his mouth and then stood up, as he started to wake up, he waddled around a bit before his body had regained it's posture. The alchemist left his office and then began to head off to the cafeteria, placeing his hands in his pant pockets as he entered the large room.
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Scar approached the grave site and then began to look through the large building which contained many dead bodies that had not been obtopsied. It was then he started to look for Lieutenant Jenkins,the Gemini Alchemist. After what felt like an hour of searching, he had located the Lieutenant, wrapped in a large bag.
Quietly he unzipped the bag and then gasped in astonishment when he had noticed the exact kind of work he himself specialised at. The Gemini alchemist's brain had been scrambled and fried. "But how, I didn't kill him!" He shouted to himself in his head.
It was then that, when he started to study the body, he noticed a clean gash through his stomach. Only an object such as a knife or sword could have done that. "But who would attempt this and why?" Scar thought to himself and then turned away to start exiting the building.
When he reached the outside, Scar stopped and put his shades on, walking away from the grave site he looked around; he felt a presence of something dark lurking through the shadows but he couldn't point it out. Something was following him, and when he tried to see what it was, all he could see was a blur before the creature had vanished.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:47 pm
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