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Date Posted: 09:54:29 05/11/02 Sat
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Kiasin
's message, "Conflict" on 23:52:33 05/10/02 Fri
Pure freedom, his life was his own. Of course it always had been. He had always been the one to run to, the one to approach for help. Such were the burdens of a genius. But right now? He could have been thought of as nothing more than a pot head, or a rock star, or both?
Raken was standing on one of the tables in his workshop, build from the ground, from scrap, by him, ever since he was six. Now he was nearly a man of twenty, and he always had a lot of free time on his hands.
Shouldn't you be training? Isn't that the Saiya-Jin way? Fuck you, I've done nothing but train since I was old enough to walk till I was nearly eight. Screw the world, I'm a thinker, not a fighter, but hell if I don't give you run for your money if you piss me off!
A smirk played on his lips, fingers flying over the strings of a guitar, like he was some rock star on stage, playing for the masses. Over his ears was a set of headphone blasting loud enough it could blow a normal person deaf from the sheer power of volume. Ah, what was the name of that band? Godsmack? Disturbed? Fuck it, who cares, there was a power in the music.
Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is mine
My most valued posession
Hind sight is always 20/20
Looking back is still a bit fuzzy
I speak of mutually assured destruction
Nice story...tell it to readers digest!
Feelin' paranoid
True enemy of false friend
Axiety's attacking me
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet.
Sweating Bullets!
Raken played along, near flawless following of the notes. Even though he couldn't remember the name of the band, he was sure it would come to him later. Right now, all he wanted to do was jam. His nearly black green hair spiked in the natural way of his race bounced around his face. Even his tail was into the groove, lashing around wildly. He was probably a very comical sight. A Saiya-Jin with a guitar, jamming to a band he couldn't remember, and playing it as though it was his own creation.
He jumped dowm from the work bench when the song was over, and went to go change the music when he felt it, a near explosion of energy, and it was right outside his door. He set the guitar down on the table, then pulled off the headphones from his head, his ears straining to readjust to the natural sounds around him.
He turned and opened the door to his shop, peering straight into a pair of very weary, but angry pair of emerald eyes. Raken took a step back, and saw the limp, nearly dead body of his cousin in the man's arms.
"Holy sweet Jesus, Shirow, what the fuck happened?"
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