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CharHistory Ag'rik    I learned early that I had a knack for brawling.  I never made too many friends, but the ones I did make were close friends.  I used to have a family too; a loving wife (Atl’anta), two kids (two little girls, Kl’real and Ll’ara), damn I loved them.  We lived on Af’el in an underground city.  I was in charge of a mine; though I inherited it from my father, I did work in another mine before taking over my father’s mine.  Still, I was very young, I was strong headed, that was the only reason I survived, I was tough (how young? I inherited the mine when I was equiv. 20 human age).  
  One day, two years after inherit
RP Story Anuket Hailey Pt2    It's cold.  I can't remember the last time I felt so cold.  Yet my body does nothing.  No goosebumps rise on my skin, there is no chattering of teeth, no shivering.  I cannot get warm.  I curl into the tightest foetal ball I can make of myself, heaping the blankets over my head.  Yesterday I wouldn't have been able to do that.  Yesterday the choking warmth of the stale air trapped with me would have left me feeling like I couldn't breathe.  
  Tonight I am not breathing.  I draw a raspy breath, like I am a newborn infant who does not know how to use
CharHistory Anuket Hailey Pt1    Anuket counted the trills of the ringing phone without surfacing, but it stopped before the fourth ring, and she relaxed slightly.  Someone moved close to her desk and dropped an envelope on the open expanse of wood-look laminate.  She pulled herself out of the coding she was working on unwillingly.
  “I just need this mailed,” the intruder said as she looked up.  She afforded him the most genuine smile she could manage, nodding, and he walked away satisfied.  She saved the text file, checking the formatting again to make sure that it would import correctly, then picked up the envelope and the file that had been left with it.

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GAME SYSTEM: Vampire: Requiem
SETTING: alternate Canada
TIME PERIOD: October 2008
GM: Jono & Dusk

STYLE: short story
WRITTEN: 21/5/2008

Strong Language warning: there's no "drug" or "supernatural" references options and we want to, y'know... protect the innocents 'n' stuff... right?
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