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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 18:56:50 GMT -5
Eliza raised an eyebrow, and waited with a look as if to ask what he was going to do know. He seemed to be fucked.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 19, 2008 19:00:56 GMT -5
The spell managed to wear off and Sirius smiled. "Hey how about I tell you a story? I'm sure you'll like it. I know it almost completely by heart." He said. Eliza opened her mouth. "To answer your question, Yes Mongo read." He said tapping his head.
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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 19:03:44 GMT -5
Eliza narrowed her eyes but sat quietly waiting.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 19, 2008 20:38:17 GMT -5
Sirius smiled. "Prolouge: Mountains range of rubble, where our narrarator introduces: Himself-the colors-and the book thief." he smiled at Eliza's face. It was confused. "Chapter one: Death and Chocolate." He heard her snicker quietly. "What's so funny?"
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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 20:41:20 GMT -5
Eliza raised an eyebrow at him. Then smirked at the name of the first chapter. "I like chocolate, and Death is fun to cause." She told him with a smile.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 19, 2008 20:51:36 GMT -5
Sirius raised his eye brows. "What was that? She actually likes something! And I thought you were all gloomy and unfun!" He laughed before starting the first chapter. "First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, How I try. .::Here Is a Small Fact::. You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me.I most definitly [can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. .::Racton to the aforementioned fact::. Does this worry you? I urge you-don't be afraid. I'm nothing if not fair."
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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 20:53:43 GMT -5
Eliza looked at him pondering him. "What are you qouting?" She asked him with raised eyebrows.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 19, 2008 20:59:09 GMT -5
Sirius smiled. "The Book Thief. Ever hear of it?" He asked puting off the rest of the chapter until she answered.
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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 21:02:02 GMT -5
Eliza pondered a moment racking her brain before shaking her head. "I can't say I have."
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 19, 2008 21:16:16 GMT -5
Sirius continued. "-Of course, an Introduction. A beginning. I am death." Sirius glanced upward at the sky. He had been word for word until now. He decided to pick up on the surviviors. "The survivors. The ones who are left behind after I carry you gently away. They're the ones I can't stand to look at, though on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten Kungs. WHich in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever hour and color. It's a Story o one of those perpetual survivors-an expert of being left behind. It's just a small story really, about, among other things: *A girl *Some words *An Accirdionist *Some Fanatical Germans *A Jewish fist fighter *And quite alot of thievery
I saw the book thief three times." He finished the first chapter.
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Post by Eliza Blakenship on Sept 19, 2008 21:19:49 GMT -5
Eliza pondered his words. She was confused but didn't let it show, because of her stubbourn nature. She nodded and bither lip. "Hmm... Sounds like a nice story." She told him. Not that she would ever read it, but still.
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