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realityshifted2008-09-02 05:05 pm
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[James stumbles forward, confused by his surroundings. In one hand he clutches a heavy pipe. Both the pipe and his clothes are covered in monster gore, and combined with his disheveled and distant expression, he looks more than a little out of it. He pauses for a moment, then calls out.]
W-where...?
Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?
[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]
What's going on? Where am I?
W-where...?
Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?
[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]
What's going on? Where am I?

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It wasn't always like that, though.
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[pause for a sec' while James pulls out her pictures and holds it up]
I'm looking for her. Have you seen her anywhere?
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Did she get separated from you?
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...She died a few years ago.
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