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| Remembering things best left forgotten. [ open ]; --Medical Pavilion | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 30 2008, 12:24 AM (313 Views) | |
| . Evelyn Baker | Jun 3 2008, 01:03 PM Post #11 |
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"I'd say so," she replied to his question with an amused smile. Letting a silence pass between them, Evelyn was surprisd to find that it was not an awkward one. Both seemed to be occupied with their own thoughts, and Evelyn was content simply to have another person walking alongside her. Without family or even so much as a cat to come home to at the end of the day, life in Rapture for her was a lonely one. She hoped to resolve that soon. She hoped to find her family, but the search had proven useless so far. Shifting her eyes around the city, Evelyn wondered how anyone could ever bring their family to a place like this. She knew her father always had been overly concerned with money and often worried about the legacy he'd leave for his children and grandchildren, but to deny anyone a chance to see the sun, or feel a warm summer breeze across your face? Evelyn couldn't possibly understand. |
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| . Arthur Bandt | Jul 18 2008, 11:40 PM Post #12 |
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Waiting for the next bathysphere, Arthur pulled the door open and motioned for Evelyn to go inside before he followed her in and shut the door, the unit set to head to Olympus Heights. He sat down on one of the benches and stifled a yawn as he peered out the porthole. Even yawning made his throat hurt. That probably wasn't good -- especially with all the performances scheduled soon. Arthur absently pat the messenger bag on his lap. He figured he would use one of the medical kits he rattled out of the machine earlier before he ate. Or probably after, since he knew he wouldn't be able to get anything done before he stomached some of those damn noodles. There must've been some kind of drug in those that made him want to always go back for more. He was already salivating. "An octopus," he murmured, planting his finger against the glass like a little kid. Bandt could already see the sign for Happy Noodle through the water and instead of just his finger he practically had his whole face against the glass now. Dinnertime. |
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