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[notwalking]

What the fuck kind of football tryout was that? There was a wall of fire. I shit you not, a god damn wall of hellfire. Someone in Babylon wants me to die.

That's why I stick to soccer and crew. I'll find those teams soon enough. As soon as my body recovers from the snakebites. Oh, yeah, there were snakes too. I fucking hate snakes. I fucking hate football.

God damn it. Captain? Drinks?

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[notwalking]

Tell me about it.

I went to an all boys' boarding school. All my stories start and end there. Things happened, people shot themselves because of their hypocritical asshole dads, I got expelled. The usual, buttercup, the usual.

Anyone else from your world here?

[qiluo.livejournal.com]

Shot themselves..? That's terrible! I guess that it's not much different there than it is.. in Taiwan. I've heard things like that happening.

Um.. I don't think so. Even if there were, they wouldn't talk to me.

[notwalking]

No, I think that thing happens all around the world.

Oh yeah? Why not?

[qiluo.livejournal.com]

I don't really.. know much of other places. That's a sad thought.

Because they wouldn't know me anyway.

[notwalking]

Ah. Yeah, you seem like the quiet type. I like that, though. Sometimes. On the right people.

[qiluo.livejournal.com]

I don't.. really like talking to people.

It's easier to type over this to others than.. talk.

[notwalking]

You're one of those people, then. Well. Interesting.

You like poetry?

[qiluo.livejournal.com]

Oh..?

Yes, I do. I like Dylan Thomas the most.

[notwalking]

Yeah.

Good. When I reform the society, you'll have to join. Thomas is brilliant. And death shall have no dominion, et cetera.

[qiluo.livejournal.com]

That's.. good then.. I guess.

Me? That.. doesn't sound that bad. Sure.