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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:52 am
Without QuestionElton John- Road to El DoradoThe more I learn, the more I see The less the world impassions me The hungry heart, the roving eye Have come to rest, do not apply The frantic chase, the crazy ride The thrill has gone, I step aside I'd believe in anything were it not for you Showing me by just existing only this is true I love you, I love you without question, I love you The more I want the more I steal The more I hold the less is real All worldly things I follow blind In hope not faith was paid in kind The line is drawn, the change is made I come to you, I'm not afraid I'd believe in anything were it not for you Showing me by just existing only this is true I love you, I love you without question, I love you [list][size=10] [*][b]Name:[/b] [color=green][/color]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:58 am
The Rat: Gizmo
name_ Gizmo
nickname_ Giz
sign_ The Rat
age_ 17-24
sex_ male
eye color_ yellow
hair color_ original unknown, currently rainbow
hair style_ usually spiked all around
appearance_ very thin build, as if he doesn't eat as much as he should; often wears a semi-crazed or druggie look, eyes very vacant or very intense, staring holes through you or walls; has to be doing something or he twitches and paces around.
fashion_ euro-punk style
accessories_ 30+ piercing across his body
personality_ Generally laid back, observant; very passionate towards anything he's really into; likes to protect things/people he's in control of or watching over; can be greedy, anti-social, and extremely bipolar; he has random moments of deep thought, followed by doing something incredibly weird or insane. He's on half a dozen medications to control his disorders, and requires semi-constant supervision to monitor these conditions and medication taking, or he loses what sliver of control he possesses.
likes_ Sparkly things; cheese and crackers; working for Yu; the dark
dislikes_ Asylums; not remembering what he's done; waking up in strange places; forgetting important things; losing his memory completely; being in a cage; being useless to Yu.
relationships_ He had a girlfriend in high school; his parents moved away and he forgot he had one almost immediately; he gets flickers of memories of her, but doesn't know why or who she is. He's since moved away from his parents, and have forgotten them as well. He only remembers Yu, and his duty to him.
foods_ cheese and crackers; sliced pears.
hobbies_ Cataloguing his pills by color into pez dispensers.
obsessions_ knowing where everything is in the warehouse.
occupation_ Keeps watch over the warehouse, puts things into order, catalogues things, and cleans any relics that require it.
education_ basic.
ambition_ none, just remain where he is with Yu.
home_ warehouse.
family_ Yu, the other Zodiacs,
past_ In the past, Giz has been Yu's chief storehouse keeper. He's always been the one to handle and protect his artifacts. Sometime between now and the last time they manifested, Yu's hidden warehouse was discovered, ransacked, and his items scattered. Giz has spent the last several years hunting down the missing items, and recently Yu has joined him in getting some back.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:00 am
The Ox: Diesel Name:
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:01 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:02 am
The Rabbit: Seven Name: Algers Ghettern [Seven]
Specialty: Making trouble, harassment, getting under your skin, taking what he wants. He's Yu's dog, plain and simple- let him off the leash and he attacks in the specified manner. Particularly good at slipping into a situation as an innocent kid and blowing s**t up. Also possesses excellent manners and poise- but it takes a direct, growled order from Yu (and no one else) to get him to use them.
Skin Tone: light
Hair Color: Creamy gold-breown, touchable, long around the ears and soft.
Eye Color: Pale green
Distinguishing Marks: Very, very bad attitude.
Powers: Was originally known for heightened speed and strength in a startlingly small frame; such abilities have yet to manifest.
Weapon Of Choice: Machine gun (hidden in his backpack), various other firearms.
Favorite Colors: White and blood red, also pale lavendar (which he prefers to wear).
Favorite Weakness: Sex. And slapping the @%&# out of the ******** who say he's too young.
Favorite Sound: Whispers in darkness, Ely's laughter, guns.
Favorite Weather: Nap weather. Cold, rainy, curl-up-by-the-fire-with-a-book weather.
Dislikes: Adults. Kids. Most people, actually. Doesn't mind the Zodiac so much, untill Belle starts being a pain in the a**. Being cold and wet. Being treated like a cute little child.
Fears: Having control taken away from him completely, being ignored, not having a voice to make his opinions known. Being unable to protect Ely.
Personality: Seven is one extremely angry little bunny. If you've ever been gouged by a rabbit's back claws, you know they aren't as cute and fluffy as they appear on the surface; this is Seven with a vengeance. A heavy-handed father and a weak-willed mother in this life have left him bitter and angry towards the world. No one escapes this anger and lashing out except Ely- even Yu is a target, if he gets irritated enough. He doesn't lash out at Josie so much, either, but mainly because the man stands up for him and treats him like an adult.
The Rabbit is currently 14, in the same grade as Ely. His taste for 'extracurricular' activities [sex] and his habit of getting into fights and carrying weapons [machine guns] in his backpack has gotten him into no end of trouble- at this time, only his age keeps him out of prison, and that line is slipping.
When alone with Ely, he can be breathlessly wondrous, awed at the beautiful things in the world, and even show some of the pretty manners he has hidden. Ely is someone he trusts explicitly; everyone else gets whatever he's willing to give...which usually isn't much.
Past History/Position with Yu Huang: In the past, Rabbit was a calm-voiced advisor, mediating arguments and displaying a fair hand of balance when the other Zodiac were too chaotic or caught up in arguments to be lucid. There is currently very little trace of that advisor in Seven- in this life, based on his experiences, it may be gone completely. Only Yu can tell, at this point.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:06 am
The Dragon: [Not Yet Found]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:13 am
The Snake: BelleFriends Never Say Goodbye
Elton John- Road to El Dorado
There isn't much I haven't shared
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Will ever be, ask one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and tought me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye Name: Annabelle Hammond
Specialty: Negotiator and public relations, handles a lot of business for Yu, particularly in sensitive situations where tact and a light touch is required. Belle is also sometimes sent as a messenger to the other Gods, since her composure and elegance rarely offend those she works with.
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Hair Color: Straight, heavy dark brown, falling past her waist in Pantene shiny-straight layers.
Eye Color: Violet-gold
Distinguishing Marks: Model-tall, LONG legs (tends to be one of the first things you notice about her). Extreme composure, is very rarely seen showing any negative emotion- she is an expert at maintaining the polite mask when necessary.
Powers: None
Weapon Of Choice: Martial arts, with a focus on a highly aggressive style based on kicks and punches.
Favorite Colors: White and gold, with touches of purple.
Favorite Weakness: Chocolate truffles
Favorite Sound: A low, soft voice singing her to sleep
Favorite Weather: Sunny enough to get things done, or all-out flood weather.
Dislikes: Vegetables, inactivity, meetings, losing friends
Fears: Letting go
Personality: The Snake can be sharp-tongued and make decisions so fast your head spins, but her temper is rarely seen- her emotions are hard to discern, since she hides them well behind a calm smile. Around those she considers friends, she is warm and affectionate, as likely to laugh and hug you as she is to harass you into cleaning up your act. Has no problem speaking her mind, around those she trusts.
Belle has loooong legs, and is model-tall with long, straight dark hair. She is usually wearing semi-short skirts and causing distraction, if she's not dressed for business. She does NOT approve of 'shota' or anything like it, so she protects the younger 'members' from the older, lashing out at those that try to take advantage. This tends to fall heavily on the Dog's shoulders, since he is so attached to the Sheep, and irritates the Rabbit to no end. Overall, it is an effective defense- except that it takes away the attentions the boys are after!
Previous History/Position with Yu Huang: The Snake is one of the five Honor Guards that stood watch over Yu Huang. Belle stands ready to reclaim this title, once she has been re-bonded to her Master; she is perhaps one of the only ones of the original Guard that won't need extensive training. As such, she feels the need to protect them all- hopefully this won't make her do something stupidly heroic in the future. [/Josiah]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:27 am
The Horse: [Not Yet Found]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:30 am
The Sheep: Elijah
name_ Elijah Westchase
nickname_ Ely, Sheepie
sign_ The Sheep
age_ 14
sex_ male
eye color_ light gray
hair color_ white blond
hair style_ short, curly- cherubic
appearance_ Small, thin; beautiful, porcelain skin; large almond shaped eyes, full lips- tends to pout; always seems to be flushed around his cheeks; long fingers, does indeed play the grand piano; very soft, sweet, manipulative voice.
clothes_ School uniform; Summer/Spring- grey plaid shorts- his are fairly small, a matching tie and blazer, white button shirt and socks, black shoes; Winter/Fall- grey plaid slacks, white button shirt, blazer, white socks and black shoes; carries a soft brown leather messenger bag for his books.
accessories_ soft brown leather messenger bag, usually goes where he does; his cell phone.
personality_ Ely is highly dependent on feeling needed/wanted; he fears being alone and unloved and will do anything to stay with someone who cares for him or even shows him an ounce of affection; this has gotten him into LOTS of bad situations with very bad people. he's also picked up bad habits from them and an extensive knowledge of things he shouldn't know in his young age. He's very quiet, observant, sweet person; he loves without thinking about it, or desiring anything more than wanting to feel that same love returned, or at least a hug or a kiss... or- *shot*
likes_ physical contact, warmth, hot cocoa, the beach
dislikes_ being alone, the dark, disappointing anyone
relationships_ Several; he get used, tossed aside, and has to immediately find someone to re-attatch to or he freaks out.
foods_ frosting covered foods: carrot cake/cupcakes; white truffle chocolates.
hobbies_ soccer team.
obsessions_ feeling like he's wanted; physical touch.
occupation_ student o_o;
education_ Middle school!
ambition_ ...does getting a harem count?
home_ lives alone in a small apartment; not usually found there, sleeps over at other peoples houses, people he meets on the street or 'friends'... or Seven's.
family_ Parents overseas.
past_
history_ The sheep was one of Yu's assassin's, and one of the Honor Guard.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:32 am
The Monkey: [Not Yet Found]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:33 am
The Rooster: Alex"Two Coins" - Dispatch
I stick loneliness, you lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets
well the train skates into
Port Henry late sunday
sometimes when I'm riding high
feeling fine you know there's something
troubling yah,troubling my mind
so I reach into my pocket for some
small change
I reach into my pocket for some
small change
I want bones like iron blood like mercury
so I can tell you when I'm rising
and when I'm sinking in
[CHORUS]
we're gonna take it to the people
hey let's drink from the cup
share some luck
go ahead and laugh cause it don't
cost much
I stick loneliness, your lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets Name: Alex Bender
Specialty: the Rooster is a thinker and a builder. He is keenly observant and has a good memory, and a creative mind. He enjoys providing the counterpoint (playing devils advocate) in a discussion, and serves as a strategist. He is also an artist with a passionate appreciation of the works of others, and on occassion assists in the expanding of Yu's treasury.
Skin Tone: lightly tanned
Hair Color: Light brown/dark blond
Eye Color: Dark clear blue
Distinguishing Marks: Just above average height. Classically handsome, with a tendacy to obscure the fact with hair dye (always warm tones) and odd (if attractive) styles of clothing. He has a firebird tattoo on his back, his own design, starting between his shoulder blades and trailing down his spine.
Powers:
Weapon Of Choice: A katana, once. The swordplay is deeply imbeded in his memory, but may take time to resurface. Until the Rooster's proper knowledge resurfaces, Alex will have to be content with just fighting dirty and the karate training of a hobbiest
Favorite Colors: very fond of deep rich colors of all sorts, but especially rich red-browns and green
Favorite Weakness: Physical affection (of all sorts), and chocolate covered strawberries (not necessarily at the same time..but oh in a perfect world...)
Favorite Sound: Cicadas singing, light wind rustling leaves, and whispers
Favorite Weather: Hot with a light breeze and a bright clear sky
Dislikes: Social followers/people who try to hard to be something they aren't to fit in, Being lied to.
Fears: Serious self doubt, being completely alone
Personality: The Rooster is usually confident and charming, with a strong hedonistic streak. He loves attention and flattery (though truly false flattery irks him greatly), and enjoys catching and holding the attention of others. Though he is outwardly affectionate, he is very emotionally reserved, and fears the loss of his independance enough to prefer casual encounters to a search for 'true love'. In his world all friends should have 'benefits'.
Despite his pleasure seeking attitude, the Rooster is a very thoughtful and observant person. He remembers details well, and will frequently draw accurate and precise conclusions from the things he notices. He spends a great deal of time considering problems and questions, and is almost always willing to join a debate or discussion. He can also be quite serious and efficient when the situation demands it, and his strength lies in his ability to recognise such situations and act accordingly.
He has the potential to be very intense and passionate about things he considers worth while. This includes people he consideres close friends, and he will defend them with the same intensity. With that passion however, comes a sometimes over abundant tendancy to speak his mind regardless of the feelings of others - although he is not an intentionally mean or hurtful person.
The Rooster does not take serious loss of confidence well. It may take him a long time and serious effort to overcome a crushing blow to his self confidence, and he finds situations that cause him to doubt himself and his own mental acuity easily crippling.
Previous History/Position with Yu Huang: Advisor/Strategist
[color=sienna] Alex speaks in sienna...appropriately painterly.---
Various Rooster sign notes:
When it comes to making decisions of any kind, Roosters prefer to carefully consider all sides of a situation before coming to a conclusion. In conflicts, Roosters will push to the extreme but flee before open hostilities break out. Their reflective and analytical abilities sometimes get the better of them. They must constantly question their point of view to ascertain its validity.
Though sharp, practical and resourceful, the Rooster also likes to dream. And because he likes to dream, he will disappointed the loved one, for the reality will never match up to the dreams he would like to share with her. Although he really is sincere about those dreams.
Hardworking, resourceful, courageous and talented, Roosters are self-assured people. They possess powerful personalities and are notoriously dominant. In groups they are vivacious, amusing and popular. But Roosters can be conceited creatures, vain and boastful, with a strong egotistical need to constantly be the center of attention. Excellent at small talk, they can be the life of any party. Roosters are talkative types, outspoken, frank, open, honest -- but a little too blunt at times.
Their love life has all the elements of romantic excitement. They like the idea of dominating their partner, but this notion is more for fun and show than it is from real conviction. Emotionally, Roosters are said to be passionate and, though they may possess a very active sex drive, they tend to lack firm personal commitment when it comes to serious relationships. The salient characteristic attributed to these people is their honesty, and Roosters are never backwards in coming forward to speak their mind.
The main virtue in the Rooster character is loyalty: they make devoted friends. They always keep their promises and are always true to their word. When Roosters love and admire someone, they will even catch the moon just to keep them happy.
The Snake, Ox and Dragon understand Roosters. They would gain much from friendship with the Monkey and Boar. The Rabbit does not trust the Rooster and won't put up with his boasting.-------
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America
"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've come to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"
"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:43 am
The Dog: Josiah Name: Josiah Tamerlaine
Specialty: People, keeping Yu from doing stupid stuff. Josie acts as the connection point for the team, the listening ear, the strong shoulder, and the protection for some of the members with troubles like Giz.
Skin Tone: Light
Hair Color: Brown, short, falling in his eyes
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Distinguishing Marks: Dog pawprints tattooed across his chest like someone walked through ink XD
Powers: None
Weapon Of Choice: Currently, Josie does not use a weapon; he realizes this is a drawback when he could be needed to protect Yu, and is learning crossbow as fast as he possibly can. He does not remember any weapons training or the like from his last round of service- in fact, he has some of the fewest memories out of the Zodiac, but the most loyalty to Yu.
Favorite Colors: Blue, black yellow!
Favorite Weakness: A good steak (medium rare, please!). Playing like a kid in parks. Elijah >.>;;
Favorite Sound: The jingling of keys or gold coins, wind in his hair, familiar people moving around him doing familiar things.
Favorite Weather: Bright and sunny, with a touch of breeze! Also likes a mild rain, and playing in it.
Dislikes: People who whine about perfection, sitting around waiting for something to happen.
Fears: Being left behind, being lost (to the point of not being able to find his way through any means).
Personality: Golden Retriever meets Doberman. Full of smiles, warmth, irreverence, tricks, humor, and laughter, with an undertone of anger and violence towards anyone who harms one of 'his.' That term, of course, referring to ALL of the Zodiac and Yu himself. This is, unfortunately, true on both sides of the coin- he will stand up for others, but not himself, and will take a painful amount of verbal abuse and criticism before he'll actually say something against that person. In his eyes, it's usually his fault.
The Dog is not one of the more serious members of the team, unless he finds a good reason or is on real business. Josiah handles a lot of the personnel issues within the group, providing a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on as well as a slap in the face when you're doing something stupid. He acts as Yu's personal assistant, keeping him in line and occasionally yanking his leash when things get out of hand. He has almost no problems with any of the other Zodiac, due to his easygoing nature and empathy, so he acts as a connection point for the team.
Josie is not currently trained in any weapons, though he understands this is a shortcoming and is rapidly learning the crossbow to make up for it. In a fight, he throws a pretty damn good punch. Hs eyes are soft brown, with black hair that frequently falls into them; he is very attached to the Sheep, and thinks he is ADORABLE. Okay, yeah, he wants a bit more than cute from him, but he's a patient man- not one to scare him off. He is extremely protective of all of the team, even the crazy ones- he knows that sometimes you can't help being psycho, and will defend them from outside attacks.
Previous History/Position with Yu Huang:
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:45 am
The Boar: [Not Yet Found]
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:58 am
The Cat: Kuroneko
I thought he wasn't invited to the party.
So? He's making himself useful. xd
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:13 pm
The temporary burst of confidence that had risen with the strange encounter with Josie began to fade as soon as Alex found himself back in his own studio. The conversation felt surreal, like a dream, but the strength of his reaction left him more confused then before. It was ludicrous, the entire conversation, absolutely entirely beyond the grasp of logic and he told himself to dismiss it and move on, but the card the Dog had given him was burning a hole in his pocket.
By evening the restlessness had returned. He pushed himself into a new painting, and didn't sleep. His body demanded that he move, that he be somewhere else. It would fluctuate until it became a near panic attack that would drive him out of his studio and on long winding walks around the city. He found himself occassionally standing somewhere looking at the card that remained in his pocket. He tried to throw it away, everytime he brought it out, but talked himself out of it somehow each time.
He found himself easily forgetting to eat, losing himself in walking or painting, trying to put all his focus into action, even if he never seemed to be able to hit on the right action to kill the restless urge to motion in his chest. He thought if he poured himself out into something, put his whole behind what he was doing, he might regain some kind of balance - find his center again. He spent another night without sleep.
He watched the sunrise with his forehead pressed to the cool glass of his window, difted through his studio fidgeting with things. He washed his face with cold water, to try and clear his head, and remembered that he should make something to eat - wondered why he wasn't hungry.
He was getting a drink of water in the kitchen, when something slid across the corner of his periferal vision. The glass in his hand slipped free as he jerked his head to try to catch the hallucination. He turned back in time to watch the glass shatter on the floor, exploding into glittering shards as if he were watching it in slow motion. The sound reminded him absurdly of wind chimes, and fragments of glass sparkled like jewels in the splashes of light form the morning sun. He blinked, shaking himself and crouching to pick up the pieces of glass, succeeding only in cutting his finger on a sharp edge. And suddenly it hit him all at once, and he shuddered, covering his face with his hands.
"I'm losing my mind." He told himself quietly, "********." Then "********." again because his voice sounded harsh even to him.
He crouched with his face in his hands for a minute, gathering himself, then told himself firmly that he needed sleep. Just sleep. The stress of gallery reviews and so much work leading up to the opening was probably just manifesting itself in psychotic ways, just panic attacks and nightmares. He told himself over and over until he practically believed that a good night sleep would save his soul, and then forced himself to stand up, numbly bandage his bleeding hand, and walk to the drug store on the corner. The walk helped clear his head a little, motion easing the subtle background hum of restlessness that he couldn't seem to shake even with exhaustion.
He bought a little bottle of sleeping pills. Over the counter ones, he didn't bother to read the package, just grabbed one whose name he recognised vaguely maybe from a commercial. He paid for them numbly, distantly, half afraid he'd start seeing things again, mind already ahead of him, focused on what he had convinced himself would be the solution to his sanity's downward spiral.
He'd never actually taken a sleeping pill before. He didn't know what to expect, so he took one with a glass of water, wondering why drowsiness was listed as a side effect when it was supposedly the desired result, and sat on his bed. After a moment, he thought, feeling foolish, that of course it wouldn't do anything immidiately. He drifted around the studio, brushing things with his fingers, trying not to think about dragons and waiting for something to happen.
He wasn't expecting the wave of vertigo that hit him. His hand collided with a cup of pencils, sending them clattering across the floor as he caught himself when the room spun sickeningly. This wasn't what he'd expected dizziness would be like as a side effect. He sat down on the floor to avoid falling, leaning back against the wall, looking at pencils scattered around him and wondering how someone could be drowsy and restless at the same time. He wanted to close his eyes, but when he did it was as though all the chaos in his head was freed. The dream was vivid, and immidiate.
Warm darkness and the pleasing sensation of scales sliding under his fingertips, and the claws sinking into his shoulder failed to wake him. They slid down his chest and pulled away, with a shuddering tugging sensation as if he were being pulled forward, until he could see a great green dragon beckoning him forward, slowly being obscured by drifting green smoke. The summon so strong it was almost painful, but green smoke twinned around him, obscuring his vision, and filling his lungs making him dizzy until he woke up coughing at nothing, opening his eyes to pencils scattered across the floor - though they blurred occassionally. It hadn't even been a full minute, he wasn't even sure he'd fallen asleep. He didn't want to close his eyes again.
His head and eyes where heavy, but his body felt tense and feverish - restless body, adled mind. He wished fervently that had not decided this was a good idea. While he was placating himself with helpless regrets, his fingers worried the edge of something in his pocket. When he became sluggishly aware of it, he pulled the thing out and discovered he was holding the card the Dog had given him. One corner had been worn dull from slipping it in and out of his pocket, but the ballpoint pen phone number on the back remained legible.
It only took him one false start to dial it. He wasn't even really aware that he was calling Josie until he was lifting the phone to his ear and wondering why it had seemed like a good idea...
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