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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:33 pm
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Agatha Morris stepped out of her custom Mercedes and shut the door behind her. She steps into the diner and takes a seat next to the young lady with the hood pulled over her head. She orders her usual, sunny side up fried eggs with hash browns and a cup of espresso. Of course she didn't eat it because she likes it, she can't taste things anymore. It took some time, but she doesn't miss it anymore.
She can feel every motor, gear, crank, and servo turn to process and break down the food in her bastardized digestive tract. She couldn't mull over that though, she wouldn't allow herself too. There was too much going on.
The waitress asks, "Will there be anything else Ms. Morris?"
Gidget looks up at her and smiles, "No, this is fine thanks."
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:32 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 11:31 am
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Justine sighed softly as she heard one of the waitresses walk by and refill her cup. She smiled softly and said thank you, and then quickly finished the cup. Popping the last piece of toast into her mouth, she reached over and felt for the ticket. Lightly running her fingers over the paper, she smiled. Moving away from the table, she pulled out her wallet and laid out enough money for the bill, as well as a nice sized tip.
She picked up her cane from next to her seat and turned towards the exit. She heard the bell above the door ring again, and heard a few pairs of footsteps. Although, one of them sounded... off? She frowned somewhat, concentrating on what was so weird about them, and not really paying attention to everything else around her.
She stepped backwards just as a large man quickly moved from his seat, and the two collided.
Justine let out a small cry as she fell forwards, into the table, knocking it over and landed on the other side. She knew in an instant that she was bleeding. She could not only feel the sting of the wound, but she could already smell blood, and she felt it pouring from her head.
The white cloth she had been wear slipped off, revealing hallow eyes sockets, black and scared from her violent surgery. She felt around on the floor for the cloth, and she could hear the man yell at her. "Why don't you watch where you're going Idiot."
Justine paused. She stood and turned towards the man, she wasn't angry, but she was upset. "First off, you ran into me, and second. I'm BLIND! So why don't you watched where you're going next time." She turned and got back on the floor and began to feel around again for her possessions.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 12:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 12:11 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:55 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 3:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:34 pm
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