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Luke Valentine
valentineluke
23 January 2007 @ 07:38 pm
 
The tension in the air has gotten to the point of being oppressive. I find myself at times overwhelmed with the urge to pace the building. Feel like a tiger in a cage, the bars all around bearing down on me.

It's driven my brother into hiding.

I hope for an end to this soon.

(The journalist is asking the Major for help.)
 
 
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Location: Building 9
 
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[identity profile] kitsunesmile.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
...It's gettin' a bit outta hand. 'f there are deities here, 'm wonderin' why they ain't stoppin' us from tearin' this place apart.
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[identity profile] lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:27 am (UTC)
Because this city feeds off of misery, and letting you lot stay at each others throats causes a lot of it.
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[identity profile] kitsunesmile.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
An' what's th' point o' that 'f everyone is dead? An' if th' whole place is destroyed?
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[identity profile] valentineluke.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
They get themselves another ant farm.
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[identity profile] kitsunesmile.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)
Tch. Sounds stupid. Guess I can't complain, 's what reunited me 'n' Ran.
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[identity profile] valentineluke.livejournal.com on January 24th, 2007 05:53 am (UTC)
Hmm.
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