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neutral_omens2005-11-30 02:45 pm
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Date: October 31st, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Ballroom
Status: Private (Famine and Pollution)
Summary: Famine and Pollution fly high and fall hard. A continuation of what happened in the Ballroom.
Pollution couldn't drag his eyes away from Famine's. He could he was high, drunk, both. Pollution couldn't trust the feelings that he assumed Famine was feeling. (Oh God, how couldn't he be feeling them when they pounded so hard in Pollution's chest?) They were products of the drink, without a doubt. But he couldn't pull away. Oh. Oh. His mind thought, unable to supply any thing deeper. Maybe those drinks weren't the greatest idea. Maybe they were the best idea in the world. He couldn't focus, couldn't move.
Setting: Tadfield Ballroom
Status: Private (Famine and Pollution)
Summary: Famine and Pollution fly high and fall hard. A continuation of what happened in the Ballroom.
Pollution couldn't drag his eyes away from Famine's. He could he was high, drunk, both. Pollution couldn't trust the feelings that he assumed Famine was feeling. (Oh God, how couldn't he be feeling them when they pounded so hard in Pollution's chest?) They were products of the drink, without a doubt. But he couldn't pull away. Oh. Oh. His mind thought, unable to supply any thing deeper. Maybe those drinks weren't the greatest idea. Maybe they were the best idea in the world. He couldn't focus, couldn't move.