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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 8:03 pm
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Unlife, or Life, however you saw it had given her a lot to think about lately. The additional memories though not her own had left her questioning things lately adding it all onto the things Red had already said making her a royal mess of emotions.
What better way to deal with that then the gym? Her jacket was tucked away in her locker, Sammy instead chose to wear one of her older white shirts, the twin scars still above her hip showing again for once, numerous dog tags rattling and waving around her neck. A pair from Siddie, another from a demon, the one made of Red's old bones, another made with two tokens collected from the horsemen fieldtrip, favors owed to her by Riley and Malodore.
She felt more at ease like this, feeling the tags sway and rattle around her neck as she launched another series of blows at the punching bag. She didn't need to think right now, she could just hit the bag and know that it was completely okay to hit the bag and that didn't make her the good guy, or the bad guy.
Just someone trying to work the stress away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 8:27 pm
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Jove felt like he had been sleeping forever. Ever since that bizarre dream he had, the one with the duplicate Jove holding his hand, the little pup felt like he was still struggling to wake up. Usually his dreams were fleeting, more often than not forgotten by the time he was dressed for the day. But these... The visions mirror-Jove had shown him were so vivid, and they lingered with him. Putting him more out of sorts the longer he dwelled on them.
So instead the pup went for a walk.
When one walks without a destination, with their mind on other things, the feet have a way of taking them down the most commonly followed path. And that was how Jove ended up in the gym, bare foot, wearing his old, simple clothes. Plain trousers, plain shirt, with a pale blue sweater pulled over the top. He looked very much like the same little snot who first arrived at Amityville. Except even then he had worn boots.
When he heard the sounds of activity from the gym, the little ghost tentatively peeked his head in.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 8:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:44 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:49 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:01 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:06 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:26 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:34 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:39 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:42 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:49 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:15 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:29 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:19 pm
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