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milliways_bar2006-02-21 01:39 pm
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There was a gothboy over in the corner, tucked away into a booth, though you wouldn't know it to look at him, except maybe for the chipped nailpolish, black of course, and maybe a hint of smudged liner around his eyes.
Well, and the fact that he was dressed head to toe in black, but there were other people besides goths who did that, right? Like assassins and theives and things?
He was going through another sleepless patch, or maybe an extention of the same one, sometimes it was difficult to tell really. He had cocoa, and a bowl of macaroni that was half-eaten. He also had a notebook, but mostly he was just staring at it, not writing in it.
(lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes left, then slowtimey, if that works for you, tag away)
Well, and the fact that he was dressed head to toe in black, but there were other people besides goths who did that, right? Like assassins and theives and things?
He was going through another sleepless patch, or maybe an extention of the same one, sometimes it was difficult to tell really. He had cocoa, and a bowl of macaroni that was half-eaten. He also had a notebook, but mostly he was just staring at it, not writing in it.
(lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes left, then slowtimey, if that works for you, tag away)

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"Clive? Are you okay?"
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"I know that feeling. Any particular reason? Or just evil sleeplessness?"
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He blinked again, "No notebook today." He noticed things, eventually.
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"Been cured. Took a lot, but it was done. I owe a few people a lot for it. But it feels good to be able to talk."
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"Wish I could help you out, but I dont know anything about dreams, sorry."
He smiles.
"What else have you been up to?"
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