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Sex & Death Everywhere
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Aug 4, 2013
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Bat Country
Cabel Sokot exhaled and his breath turned to curling lines of smoke.

Caleb was laying across three desks he'd pushed together. The cigarette was held dispassionately between his two fingers; it was a look he'd perfected by spending too much time in fine art museums and hipster coffee shops. He wasn't supposed to smoke in school, but he didn't care. It's not like anyone was going to stop him.

Two people were dead and the third was in the hospital. It was probably Cabel's fault. He knew he should feel worse about it, but the only thing he felt was a restlessness in his legs. He tapped the left one against the desk, over and over again.

Cabel couldn't deal with this. He probably shouldn't be alone, he decided.

So he'd go on an adventure. All he needed was someone to go with him. He didn't get off the desk, but he tilted his head back and yelled, "Yo! Hey!"

He put the cigarette back to his lips and took another drag.

He waited for someone to walk into the empty classroom before he said anything.
 

Fidget

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Nov 12, 2013
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Augustine had been wandering the halls like a ghost, unsure of what to do. He felt like a caged animal, trapped in the school. He could feel the faint waves of restless touching the back of his mind. He assumed that was Gisa, telling him that she missed his presence. Shrugging it off, August figured that she could live a couple more hours by herself. It wasn't like she couldn't leave the house — he had even installed a cat door for her in case she felt like leaving. She was just too big of a baby. He heard a noise, echoing out of one of the classrooms he had just passed.

August paused uncertainly, trying to figure out whether or not that greeting had been directed at him or someone else. It didn't sound like anyone else was around, but who knew? Some people might enjoy talking to ghosts, for all he cared. The scent of smoke was what really perked him up, though. It smelled like tobacco smoke, but it was fire nonetheless. Drawn to the source of the smoke like a moth to flame, August hustled himself right to that door. He knew someone lurked inside, but almost didn't dare enter. What if it wasn't directed at him? He could probably just pretend to be fetching paperwork, anyway. Pushing the door open, August poked his head through the frame, his eyes lighting on the cigarette that he sought. "You that bored?"
 
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