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Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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June 2nd, 2007 (08:25 pm)

"I've got a lov-e-ly bunch of coconuts...

No I don't.  Nevermind."

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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May 18th, 2007 (09:32 am)

The much diminished Andre can't help but explore the new limits of himself, racing from one end of the web to the other like a spider in a tube, to ensure that it's all still there.  So small.  There's Benjamin, drugged so deeply that he can't even think, just a sleeping mind on the couch of his mental apartment, the TV on but nothing but static.  And there's Ashley, all consciousless ordered space and such perfect connections, memory packet to memory packet.  Her mind is ice cold and he's always always always hated it there but he thinks about dropping to his knees and thanks his captor for leaving her here, with him, and not trapping him only in that close apartment with unaware Benny, who probably wouldn't even know that anything was wrong.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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May 14th, 2007 (02:24 am)

Please please please please.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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April 29th, 2007 (07:42 pm)

Losing Alice felt like being plunged into cold water.  All that optimism and love and cheer, that brightly burning child in his mind, gone.  He barely noticed Stanley disappear with her, or the steady neutrality of Harriet.  But his captor had taken Alice from him.  

He doesn't know how long he'd been kept down here in the dark.  But in that time, more than half of himself has been stripped away, by this laughing voice who treats him the way he once treated his own, nudging and tearing and binding.  Killing him, strand by strand.  She says he won't die, but he knows, he knows that blackness between his strands is death, has felt it so very many times now and knows it by name and it knows him, and it terrifies him. 

No more.

He hoards himself, the small, central node of this fraying web, into a tiny compact ball of fear and anger and loss, and wraps in it everything he knows about what's happening to him.  The needle in Benny's neck, the green suffocation, her voice, her all-powerful voice, and flings that in a surge down the few threads he has left.  His message in a bottle.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

Inside his own mind, only one witness.

April 24th, 2007 (07:40 pm)

No, no, no, no, no, not Allen!  Not Allen!  I need him, bring him back!  No!  You can't do this to me, you can't, you can't, you can't, I'll die, you can't, he's mine, bring him back!

He'll kill you.  Hunt you and burn you, please bring him back, please please please,
you're killing me!

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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April 18th, 2007 (12:22 am)



The web was asleep when it happened.  A quick jerk of panic, a sharp pain in the back of someone's neck, and then silence.  Any questing in the direction of Z, either Andre or his brother, will find only a strong, featureless blockade.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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December 9th, 2006 (05:28 am)

Dominic, I need corpses.

Allen, I need you to go mad.  I trust that won't be a problem.

Mr. Wagner, the aid of a teleporter would be very useful.  And your technologically savvy friend, as well.

Rassilon, would it be possible to have two life support systems set up and ready?  If not, I can bring them, but it will slow me down.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

IRC log, fourth wall applies.

October 11th, 2006 (05:34 pm)
discontent

current mood: discontent

A conversation.Collapse )

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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October 4th, 2006 (08:32 am)
drained

current mood: drained

Lan?  I'd like to extend an apology for Savannah's behavior.

Andre Zeller.  Z. [userpic]

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October 2nd, 2006 (09:56 am)



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