*pulls out laptop*
"lets see...uh..."
*computer crashes*
"...what the [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] i'm going to [bleep]. this computer is a [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]"
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*puts laptop away*
"guess it's not working"
*gets out book*
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*picks up a log and tosses it into the fireplace, then brushes paws on my pant legs*
*lays down infront of the fire and goes to sleep*
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*gets out tape recorder*
"you dont see these much anymore"
*puts in tape and presses play*
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*twitches ears and lets out a low growl*
"I hate <insert oldies band here>!"
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you don't like The Beatles?
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<3 Grateful Dead
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*puts on Led Zeppelin*
"rock music at its best"
*plugs in headphones*
"better?"
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*lays back down and falls back asleep, drooling*
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"I never said it was 'oldies' music, its just on tape..."
*gets out record player (the really old kind, with the horn)*
"now if you want oldies...I don't have any, I'm 14"
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*rolls over so the fire can warm my back*
"Pup."
*holds a paw over both eyes to shield the light*
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"...whatever, i'll be 15 at the end of March"
*starts reading again*
*gets to page 500*
"wow, I just started rereading this today"
*another brick in the wall by pink floyd plays in headphones*
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*Searches franticly for Breaking Benjamin CD*
*And CD player*
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the band are having fun skiin' and shooting the breeze and the fish when mace walks up to a sad and forlorn looking roadwolf staring down at some old photos "whats a matter, my man" she asks as she sits down . wiping a tear he answers ":just remanicing about the old days, back when we used to play together in that little bar down in atlanta you know the one" she thinks for a while "oh yeah, "The Wolves Den" nice little place that was. hey do you remember the time you got plastered and dared the entire bar that you could climb the bar wall using only your lips" (cheering up and laughing) "yeah i spent a week pulling splinters out of my tounge" mace then replies "yeah those were the days, hey i got an idea, lets get back to the bar and i'll tell you about it" "you got a deal. hey boys times up lets get out of here" the guys put the boat back on the trailer hook up the truck and drive on back
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*pulls out fancy top of the line CD player/DVD player/satellite TV*
"can't help you with the CD though"
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*flops over*
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*gets up, puts another log in the fire, being careful not to step on anyone*
*yawns* "I'm tired"
*leaves bag of cookies on table and lays down to go to sleep*
(its one of those resturant bench chair things)
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*opens one eye and sneaks over to the table to steal a cookie*
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"Well ....i spose i should bring some of me into this place again..." Writing got up, walked over to the stage. Behind the curtains shuffling is heard and then the curtains open with Writing and a unknown band behind him. A beat started inside Writings head, his foot started tapping like a countdown, all of a sudden...*
*Writing yelled into the mic, kicking over the stand* "Lets go!
With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Oh! Yeah!
This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
Lets go
Would she hear me if i called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something to be going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall [tears don't fall]
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come...BACK HOME!
Your tears don't fall
They Crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come HOME! "
*Writing wiped off the sweat from his brow and bowed*
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*rewinds tape*
"I taped it hehehe"
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*Writing jumps down from the stage, shaggy hair everywhere* "Really? Awesome! You totally rock SciFi!" *plops next to SciFi on some beanbag chairs*
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*bolts from the table where the cookies were placed and rummages through the back room, returning with an eletric guitar and an amp*
"lets get this started!"
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"yep, I taped it"
*plays it*
"sounds pretty good for a tape eh?"
*rewinds and gets out a blank tape*
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*whips out cellphone and sends out a mass text message to all the lady wolves in the area*
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*pulls out computer and emails everyone who doesn't have a phone*
*pulls out cell phone and calls people with regular home phones only*
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