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[29 Jun 2009|03:27pm] |
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The cool breeze on a dark cloudy day has got to be the best wind to smoke in, refreshing air with the intoxicating narcotics, how oxymoronic. How appropriate. Now if only there aren't any rain to extinguish my ember it would make a first good day for me in quite a while.
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[25 May 2009|10:52pm] |
Tokito removed his fag and bent towards the boy's face, blowing a lungful of remaining smoke towards the kid. He watched the kid breath in at the same time, sneezing at the toxic fumes. That woke the kid up. He straightened and sucked another lungful while watching the boy wake up. The kid groaned and sat up, turning towards him but tilting his head so that his ear is facing him. After watching the kid watch him for an inscrutable amount of time, he blew another puff of smoke into the kid's face, wondering if the boy had fallen asleep while sitting. The boy flinched and drew back this time, avoiding the smoke. Satisfied that the kid is alive and lucid, he stepped away, careful not to show his back to the boy and started walking towards his groceries.
Hearing a crash while he was getting his bags, he turned around to find the pale flesh of the boy disappear behind a pile of trash again. Figuring that the kid wasn't a threat, Tokito started towards his current residence.
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[20 May 2009|02:46pm] |
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Stepping into the dark end of the alley brings back vague sensations of unease and an irresistible urge to keep looking over his shoulder. Remembering that this isn't where he was before did not suppress that instinct. He heard the shuffling noise again and turned towards it, keeping his hand on the gun. He saw a flash of skin under the pile of garbage and moved his hand sweep the putrid pile away from the body, revealing a young boy of around eleven, lying unconscious under a precariously placed wooden picture frame which kept the pile of garbage from smothering him. The boy stirred and opened his eyes when the noise he made woke him, revealing white milkiness of the unseeing. Coupled with the ugly black and blue smudges on his body and the visible rib bones, it doesn't take a genius to figure out where he came from.
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[14 May 2009|01:55pm] |
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He turned into the alley, shaking out his smokes with one hand while juggling his handful. Dumping the bags at his feet about halfway into the dark alley, he snapped his lighter to ignite his cigarette. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he added to the mistiness of the night. Turning his head at a noise near the end of the alleyway, he sauntered towards it, fingering his revolver for comfort. There shouldn't be anything suspicious in these area, but old habits die hard and it was always better to be safe than sorry. He has learnt that lesson once already.
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