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[Recap] ((Incomplete))

Mon Oct 19, 2009, 5:11 PM
Sometime after returning from Gareth's labs, and before the jailing, Parsnip lay in his bed.
He was reflecting upon the recent things he had done. He had murdered a man, no, not a man, Gareth was much lower than man. He was dirt. Filth. He had saved two children from those labs. He had helped end the labs once and for all.
He had also been unable to save the man he had spent so much time with in that cell. Otto Greskn. Kean and Meinuelp's father.

Parsnip turned in his bed to look over at the bookshelf with tired eyes. The bookshelf appeared to be stuffed with nothing but books. Some of the books had blank pages, for they were not books, but empty journals. For the first time in his life, he decided to start writing. He told himself it was an exercise to keep the mind sharp. In all actuality he needed to vent. Somehow. He lifted a journal from it's shelf, grabbed a pen, and began writing.


"I've never done a thing like this before, aside from exercises in the education of my youth.

This recent turn of events has been, to say the least, troubling.

One evening I had left my room, I cannot quite recall the reason as to why. I heard voices coming from Greskn's room that I did not recognize. Far too many voices. I stopped and listened for a moment before revealing my presence. I opened the door to find quite the array of people. Kean was not there, instead there were many people in labcoats, a woman, a black haired man with mousy features, and one more. I would soon learn his name was Gareth. He looked to me with those disgusting eyes as I entered. He would not tell me what was going on. I pushed, and still received no answer. Fearing for Greskn, I resorted to using one of my grenades to force the man into telling me. The mousy man seemed to be some sort of assistant. He took the unconscious woman and fled, along with Gareth. The rotten cowards left their own men to die in the blast. I refuse to feel guilt for those who work for Gareth, however.
I gave chase. Gareth screamed at his assistant to get to 'the car'. He then turned on me with what seemed to be syringes? I released a second grenade and continued after the assistant. This car would lead me to where I needed to go I figured. Upon reaching the front yard, I readied a third grenade and took the assistant and the woman as hostages. Gareth then agreed to show me where Kean was.

He told me I would not like what I was going to see.

He was correct."


(( I'll keep adding to it as I get more. Muse died on me. We really needed a summary of the lab plot. xD; ))
(( The rest will be added in my way of summarizing, as I don't have the time to write so much out. Sorry. ;A; ))

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:iconreckonimrose:
((You actually found a really good place to stop! XD Perfect cliffhanger. Can't wait to find out more about what happened!))
:iconlittle-thief-alki:
(( I should involve myself in plots but I don't think Alki could fit herself in anything in the OCRP. xD ))

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Cinnamon: What's a Texas?

Alki: I think it's a state in a country in a continent in a world on a planet on a solar system on a galaxy in a universe.
:iconsir-parsnip:
(( Aww, I bet she could~! ))
:iconlittle-thief-alki:
(( xD I could try. I'd have to look for some plots. ))

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Cinnamon: What's a Texas?

Alki: I think it's a state in a country in a continent in a world on a planet on a solar system on a galaxy in a universe.

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