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[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ he had it down to an art these days -- eyes locked on the laptop's monitor while his hands blindly and fiercely tapped at the right keys. with no hands to hold his cigarette, it dangles from his lips, the ashes threatening to break off into his lap at any moment. yeah, he's in the building most people seem to stay in, spending his time at a counter in one of the overly stocked kitchens.

just, you know, needed to get away from the horribly claws of sandwich the demon kitten for a bit. ]

I really, really, really, really fuckin' hate this god damn game.

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[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. Sorry again, Mary.

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

....You're apologising.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

I am.

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

...You don't usually apologise. Gailardia, what did you do?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

N-nothing. I just wish you would believe me.

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

Your jokes can be very hurtful sometimes, Gailardia.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to hurt you! I'm not joking.

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

We both know there is no other Gailardia. I don't know how long you plan on keeping this going...

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

This place has versions of everyone. Well, almost everyone. I'm just another version of the Gailardia you know. Put all the differences together and you'll see I'm telling the truth.