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Post by Dr. Zander/Miles on Nov 4, 2005 23:52:45 GMT
*Rain. Natures way of cleansing itself. Wiping away all that spoils the surface of planets, driving people indoors to wait out the storm, and start anew tomorrow. Rain. The tears of Angels, a healing power for all who let it wash over them. A substance of mere hydrogen and oxygen, but an indestructible symbol. Of Life. Of Hope. Rain.
Dr. Naramis Zander sloshed his way through the puddles that were forming on the street. His clothing and hair soaked. His glasses fogged. He was the only person outside at this time. He enjoyed the isolation, espically now. He looked up to the sky and blinked to keep the drops out of his eyes. He could manage nothing out of the slits he formed with his eyes.
Rain.*
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Post by Dr. Zander/Miles on Nov 4, 2005 23:59:20 GMT
"Excuse me. Uh, sir, are you ok?
*Broke a voice through the soft pitter-patter of drops in the street. Zander looked down and saw a ghost of a figure through his blurred glasses. He took the spectacles off his face and wiped them on his drenched shirt. No help. He couldn't see who he was talking to.*
"Fine. How can I help you?"
"Are you sure? I know several people who can help you if your having problems...
"What are you talking about?"
Only a man who is down on his luck, or depressed is out walking in a storm like this....What's on your mind?
"Nothing."
*The Doctor began to move past the figure, who was a man, judging by the voice. He had no need to be analyzed here.*
"You're a terrible liar, Dr. Zander.
*Zander stopped and looked at the figure.*
"How do you...."
"You're in a very small galaxy Doctor...I know a lot about you, perhaps more then you'd like me to know....
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Post by Dr. Zander/Miles on Nov 5, 2005 0:06:14 GMT
*Zander stood casually with his arms crossed carefully in front of him.*
"You don't know anything."
"Are you so sure about that, Doc?"
"I'm sure enough to know that access to my personal files is an entremly rare thing to come by, so yes, I am so bold to take this stand."
You're a Bio-Chemist by profession, but in reality you're nothing but a crazed psycho killer. You've murdered 7 people in the past week, in fact, 7 people in one day.
"You have no proof."
*The Doctor said cooly, narrowing his eyes.*
"No one does, and that is how you intended it Zander. There are more secrets about you. You're a Psychologist with an emphasis in Psychopharmacology. You know a lot of the mind, and a lot more of insanity."
"If you say so."
"I do, Doctor. I do. And I am in need of your services."
"Of which do you speak, Sir?"
*Said the Doctor with a slight smirk.*
"All of them."
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Post by Dr. Zander/Miles on Nov 5, 2005 0:24:50 GMT
"You are a brilliant man, Zander. And you're ingenuity was wasted back at the facility."
"You're trying to sucker me, Sir. I do not respect such attempts on my ego."
*The man seemed to chuckle at this. From what Zander could make out he began circling Zander as if he were prey.*
"Of course. You respect the Mind, and it's rule over the body. You're a strong advocate of Chemical Therapy on the Insane, so strong that you like to experiment on them yourself. That is what I need."
*Zander had been following him around. He was intruiged by the proposal, but he still had to be careful.*
"You're babbling, Sir. I force myself to question Your Sanity."
Heh. Go ahead. Might do you some good. But, I'm not here on my behalf. There is an Asylum that needs your...assistance.
"I'm sure."
"Don't be so cold, Doc. I'm offering you a job here. Something you need! Here, go to this location if you're interested. You'll get all the answers you need there.
*The man started to depart quickly.*
"And who should I mention to them when I arrive?"
*The man turned, but still maintained his walk away from Zander.*
"No one, Doc. No one."
*Zander squinted off in the distance then looked down to the card which he pocketed quickly to keep as dry as possible. He then turned and headed to find shelter.
Rain. Natures way of cleansing itself. Wiping away all that spoils the surface of planets, driving people indoors to wait out the storm, and start anew tomorrow. Rain. The tears of Angels, a healing power for all who let it wash over them. A substance of mere hydrogen and oxygen, but an indestructible symbol. Of Life. Of Hope.
Rain.*
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