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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:53 pm
667 Sea Spray Road's pent-house apartment was a modestly furnished apartment. The living room was a little Spartan but that was to be expected, since Julius Burns had just moved there only two weeks ago. The refrigerator was also rather barren, but that was a fairly easily fixable problem. The bathroom, was a pleasant shade of blue, and not too cramped, and was attached to the bedroom, which was lavishly furnished with a bed, two chares, a small bed table, a TV, and a tall iPod Tower on which lay Julius's iPod, and another table on which sat his laptop. However at the moment none of that mattered. Julius stumbled into his apartment, after almost falling asleep on the stairs on the way up. The lights were off and he left them like that. He didn’t even bother to brush his teeth or take off his pants. He was so tired; he barely knew what he was doing. He stumbled into his room and barely managed to get enough coherent thought through his head in order to get his iPod to turn to Chris Botti's soft blues saxophone jazz before getting under the covers of his fairly comfortable, but warm bed, and falling asleep instantly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:53 pm
Julius woke up. He felt incalculably better. But he was groggy; he had found that no matter what there was always a down side to life, however small it was, his mind always he the ability to find it.
"Odd", he thought, "I’m here on an extended vacation for personal reasons and he had already wasted.....,” here he glanced at the clock and it took him a full minute to realize that it was 11 at night, the next day. “22 hours on sleep. An entire day wasted."
He sighed and rolled him self out of bed. He needed to find his daughter.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 4:08 pm
"OK", Julius thought to him self as he stumbled sleeply towards desk that held his LapTop and day old Wakdonlalds meal, "Lets see if I can make sure my daughter is -". There he was cut short in his thoughts when he triped over the broom handel that was lying on the floor. "Odd", he thought as he fell a fair distance from his normal hight to the floor,"when did I get a bro-." This thought was promptly cut short however when he knocked his head on the desk, and instantly passed out before he had finished falling.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:04 am
As he lay unconscious and bleeding from the head, on the floor, he dreamed.
It was one he had not had for a long time. Not since he was first Crushed by T.D.Q back when he was someone else….. Scapegoat Lad. It started of strange; he stood in the middle of a misty old wooded area surrounded by trees, the smashed remains of his old apartment, and his x-girlfriend. But the worst part about this dream was like absolute silence. Which made it even harder to understand, and even more upsetting. His X was about 5 feet away from him yelling crying and all time throwing things at him which were shattering on the trees surrounding him. But that was the main problem. She would never leave that spot. His daughter was out there crying. He couldn’t hear it but he knew it. Just as he knew he would die in the dream. He ran into the woods searching frantically all over for his precious baby girl. The one he hadn’t seen in over 15 years. He knew he wouldn’t find her but he knew he had to try. He knew what was next. He tripped over the root he didn’t see, but knew was there, and went tumbling to the ground. He then found him self unable to move from the sprawled position in which he found himself. Here was the end he knew, as it always was. The mist rolled over him slowly and just as it reached his head out from behind a tree steeped Lt. KillJoy, with his smile so large and bright it looked like the cat’s in Alice in Wonderland. It just grew brighter and brighter and brighter until the whole scene just whited its self out.
He awoke crying.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 6:42 pm
Julius was crying when he woke up. As he sat up, he brushed the tears from his eyes, and picked up the broom handle lying on the floor, and threw it across the room. It was a miracle he hadn’t tripped over it when he had come in, in the dark when he went to bed 2 days ago. With a long shaky sigh he got up and headed towards the bathroom. He got into the shower and stayed there for what seems like eternity. When he stepped out he felt better. He went to the mirror to give himself a look over. It wasn’t too bad; the only thing wrong really was the newly formed cut across the top of his forehead. He brushed his teeth and left the bathroom. Getting dressed from his suitcase he steeled himself for the task ahead. He was going to see his daughter, he was going to see her for the fist time in over 15 years. Locking the door to his apparent behind him, he went to go hail a taxi.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 1:36 pm
Once home Julius took a breif nap. When he awoke he dove into the bathroom and less then 10 seconds later out came Super Duper Broadway Man in all his glittering glory. Quickly he blasted out of the appartment to a place were he knew he could be safe. He had seen this place on his drive into Dlemore.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 7:07 pm
The last time Julius was where he had had his original costume. The only way he had even gotten the taxi driver here was to convince him he was a Phantom of the Opera fan. He walked into the apartment looked around and sighed. He took of his mask and threw it on the couch. On top he threw his cape and tux. Bare naked he walked to the fridge and got out a can of Moxie. He loved moxie. The first time he had had it was when we had dating her......, she was beautiful in the moon light that night. Her hair had shone with all the brilliance of the moon and her eyes had sparkled like lake behind her.... He was jolted back to reality be someone car backfiring. He was crying in his drink. He went to take a shower, and surprisingly he actual did feel better when he was done. He put on his favorite pair of jeans, a new shirt he had picked up in town and shoes. Be for leaving he pealing 4 or 5 hundred dollar bills out of the wad he had brought with him fro home and set out for the park. He needed to think. 
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