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blackholesandrevelations) wrote2008-04-08 12:09 pm
blackholesandrevelations) wrote2008-04-08 12:09 pm
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No one can tell them apart. Aeryn, tired of their arguing, gives one a green shirt and the other stays in the black.
Things go wrong. They always do. And it just keeps getting worse. Bombs and poisoned chromextin. Talyn screams through Crais.
People die. People lie. Talyn is scanned by the Peacekeepers and he takes off, immediately.
(black-shirt John, Aeryn, Stark and Rygel are all there with Crais)
John stood in his room, D'Argo behind him.
Winona's gone. Notebook, gone. His favourite shirt, gone.
Aeryn, gone.
He finds it a little harder to move on.
Things go wrong. They always do. And it just keeps getting worse. Bombs and poisoned chromextin. Talyn screams through Crais.
People die. People lie. Talyn is scanned by the Peacekeepers and he takes off, immediately.
(black-shirt John, Aeryn, Stark and Rygel are all there with Crais)
John stood in his room, D'Argo behind him.
Winona's gone. Notebook, gone. His favourite shirt, gone.
Aeryn, gone.
He finds it a little harder to move on.