Thank you BelovedThank you, Beloved. A large glass filled with red wine balances on the corner of a cloth-covered table on the left of stage, closest to the audience. A woman of medium build, dark hair, in a long dark coloured dress leans up against it. A chair is behind the table, diagonal to the table itself. There is a 'door' to stage right. Light is focussing on the woman. (Brief pause, wistfully) There's this thing I used to love when I visited Japan. See they have these things called 'Host Clubs'. They were pretty particular to Japan, and I liked them. I could go there and be myself, and not have to worry what they, or anyone else, thought oThank you Beloved
Fredrick P Montgomery: VictimFredrick Peter Montgomery: Victim Hands shaking he reached for the web-cam sitting on top of his monitor and adjusted it. As Mr Montgomery inspected himself on the monitor, he found that the sweat beading his brow was visible. Carefully he wiped it away. Around the world over a thousand 'netizens' sat at their computer terminals watching the proceedings. Just as he had, they had been waiting months for this day to come; for the day that their HFSE would come into action. This edition of the 'Human Flesh Search Engine' had done their work extremely well this time around. Collectively they knew everything there was to knoFredrick P Montgomery: Victim
Dr E M JohnsonDr E M Johnson Eric walked through the hospital corridors uneasily. He had to visit his father, who had just been admitted for an operation. He shrugged off the feeling, believing it to be his own insecurities trying to take hold once again. He strode down the hallway, recognising the pattern on the wall. He acknowledged that the hospital hadn't changed much in the last fifteen years. He could remember running through the halls, usually trying to find his way to the cafeteria. The doctors had been kind to him, and the nurses had ensured that he was safe and comfortable. 'For some reason,' Eric thought to himself, 'I stiDr E M Johnson
Cup of CoffeeCup of Coffee Her high school portrait stares up from the page, the same sharp eyes she showed us today.Cup of Coffee
She knew what he was like behind closed doors, She could tell us anything we needed to know.
This waif of a girl, strong and intelligent, held the keys to his cell inside her memories.
As I entered the room her eyes locked with mine, and I soon learned that knowledge had to be deserved.
Two days later, as I locked his cell door, he was muttering curses at the girl who gave in to the law f
Hmm, to my watchers.
b0x0rz-less
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Is that a mango i see? *Pounces on it*
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"suspitions eye is cast upon you."
MOOMBA
DRAGON
(mraw)
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"suspitions eye is cast upon you."
MOOMBA
DRAGON
(mraw)
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"suspitions eye is cast upon you."
MOOMBA
DRAGON
(mraw)
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