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  <updated>2008-01-07T02:54:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:15934</id>
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    <title>Moving Again</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T02:54:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T02:54:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(( OOC: This post is made before he gets trapped in the magic circle with Plasmius. ))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like I'm moving yet again. Masters has purchased a new and bigger house for us. I'm kind of sad about it. I've gotten used to living in Lancer's house. It had certain conveniences to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I'm never going to visit Lancer again. I'll probably be bouncing back and forth between Masters and Lancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put like that, it almost sounds like we're some dysfunctional family where the parents have decided to get a separation.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:15778</id>
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    <title>Detector, Detector</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T02:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T02:59:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Kwan walked up to the front door of Masters's new home. He had the blueprints and list of parts he would need shoved into the back pocket of his pants. Swallowing nervously, he unlocked the front door and entered. He glanced around the entry way as he closed the door behind him. It didn't look like anyone was there. But the place was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How am I going to find him in here without getting lost?" he muttered with a sigh, walking farther into the hallway.</content>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2007-08-15T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T23:04:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T23:04:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It hit me this morning  as I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's name is Natsumi.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:15150</id>
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    <title>Job Hunting</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T01:44:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T01:44:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Job hunting is harder than I thought. [sighs] I've put in applications at a bunch of places, but so far, I haven't heard back from any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put in an application at the Nasty Burger. Hey, Val, do you know if they're hiring right now?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:14932</id>
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    <title>Not Dead!</title>
    <published>2007-07-23T03:30:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-23T03:30:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm sure you all saw - or heard about - the Renaissance collapse not too long ago, along with a portion of the downtown area. I'm borrowing Lancer's computer for the moment to let you all know I wasn't near it when it fell. I'm fine, wasn't harmed, got a place to stay, so there's no need to worry about me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:14774</id>
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    <title>RP with Fright Knight</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T05:51:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T05:51:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Kwan stumbled back as Fright Knight beared down on him. The wooden practice sword flew from his grip, clattering upon the tiled flooring as Kwan tripped over his feet and landed hard on his rear. "What the hell?" he shouted, rage coursing through his veins. "Didn't you promise Masters you wouldn't try to harm me?"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:14292</id>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2007-03-25T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T23:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:29:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm so happy that game is over with! I nearly died during the boss battle in the Gear Temple. And as much as I hate to say it, if Kinmuno hadn't been there with potions, I probably would have been dead for sure. I can't believe how many of us ended up in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and um, Lancer? I'm really sorry about that thing! Really, really sorry! I don't know how I can make up for that mistake, but I'll try!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:13982</id>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2007-02-18T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T07:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:28:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Finally back from Japan. It was an interesting trip. I didn't get to do a lot of sight seeing though I did get to visit a hot springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to read some that book you gave me, Lancer. Very interesting stuff. I might have to try some things out with this new information. Not entirely sure what yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should have thought about getting some souvenirs for everyone, but I kind of spent most of what little money I had on polishing materials. Don't ask.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:13726</id>
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    <title>Through the looking glass; RP with Lancer</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T01:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:27:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Kwan sighed as he hefted the book bag over his shoulder and walked up to the front door of Lancer's house. It had been a while since the whole mishap with the first casting of the gender switch spell, and now he was going to try it again. He had brought some of his girl clothes with him in case he managed to do the spell right this time. He prayed he would get it right this time. Reaching the front door, he knocked and waited for Lancer to answer.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:13415</id>
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    <title>Kwan's gifts</title>
    <published>2007-01-03T03:18:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:25:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( Since I can't seem to FUCKING edit my entries, because every time I try, FireFox closes. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; I'm going to post what he got everyone here just so the characters know what they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash: rare Rainbow Tickle-Me Cuddly Buddies&lt;br /&gt;Danny: stuffed Pikachu&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: a computer game&lt;br /&gt;Lancer: a crystal blade for carving runes &amp;lt;-- I'd like to know how he reacted to that since Amanda said "And when you give it to Lyonell tell him he's not allowed to refuse."&lt;br /&gt;Vlad: some little invention that I'm entirely sure what it is yet. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;;;;; But I'd like to see his reaction to it too. XP ))</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:13235</id>
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    <title>Christmas</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T08:03:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:25:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Well, Christmas came and went. I decided to give anyone their gifts early and just spend Christmas day relaxing in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone liked their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response to gifts I got:&lt;br /&gt;Dan, you're an ass. But you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;Dash, what the hell are you getting me that's going to make me freak out?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:12494</id>
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    <title>Spazz Alert! RP with Dash</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T05:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:21:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Kwan walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.  He looked around the locker room to find the rest of the team had already showered, dressed, and left.  Shrugging, he didn't really mind being the last one out of the locker room.  He walked to his locker and blinked when he noticed Dash remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coach sure is working us hard lately," he commented as he opened his locker.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:11886</id>
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    <title>RP with Vlad</title>
    <published>2006-11-03T22:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:18:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( OOC: Takes place after Lancer puts the curse on Kwan.  We hope to make this a quick RP. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan slipped into her room, breathing a sigh of relief that none of the hotel employees had stopped her.  Phantom sat on her bed and tilted his head at the strange girl that smelt like his owner.  Ignoring the puppy, Kwan quickly changed into her costume.  She would be meeting Danny soon to go to the Halloween party.  After changing, she looked herself over in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least few people will know it's me," she mumbled to herself, feeling embarrassed about wearing such a revealing outfit.  Searching through her closet, she found a long coat that would hide the costume until she got to the party - not to mention keep her warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go, Kwan slipped out of her room and crept toward the door to leave the hotel suite.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:11521</id>
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    <title>Gender Bent; RP with Lancer</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T19:23:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:14:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( Takes place day of Halloween, after school/before party. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan walked up the steps to Lancer's house and rang the door bell. He was still nervous and curious about what Lancer had wanted him to talk to Danielle about.  Surely the man hadn't wanted him to do something with magic in front of the girl.  Kwan hadn't even told Danny about his apprenticeship.  And he didn't plan on telling anyone before he told Danny.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:11418</id>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2006-10-30T08:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T16:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:13:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Wow. It's been a while since I last looked on here.  School and other things have kept me pretty busy. And it seems that has caused me to miss a lot of stuff.  Like Lancer getting the school principal to agree to let him have a snake for a class pet.  Makes me wonder what else I've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom still has a habit of vanishing mysteriously from the hotel room, and I've yet to figure out how he keeps managing that. I've checked the apartment over and over again, and there's no possible way for a puppy to slip out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up pretty soon. Danny and I have picked out our costumes. Heh, this should be a rather interesting night.</content>
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    <title>Fight and Flight; RP with FK</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T23:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:12:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( Timeline wise, this (and the first lesson with Lancer) takes place on Monday of the second week of school. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got home from his first lesson with Lancer, Kwan sat at his desk and started to work on his homework.  He got through some of it before dozing off in the middle of his algebra homework.  Two hours later, he woke up when his head slipped off his hand and slammed into the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow,” he muttered as he sat up again, with a hand to his forehead.  He hadn’t expected to get this tired after the first day.  After putting his homework away, Kwan climbed onto his bed with Lancer’s books.  He decided to try the energy manipulation once before settling down to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting cross legged, he held his arms out with his hands cupped like he had done at Lancer’s house.  He was just starting to concentrate on pooling his energy into his hands when Fright Knight appeared in his vision.  With his concentration broken, Kwan tried to quickly pull the energy back into his hands in fear that it might go out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t do that!” Kwan snapped, glaring at the ghost.</content>
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    <title>Apprentice; RP with Lancer</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T03:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:11:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Kwan walked up the steps to Lancer's house, sighing as he knocked on the door.  He knew it was important for him to have Lancer teach him everything with the meditation and stuff, but he was already beginning to feel the exhaustion that would come with this year juggling school, football, ghost defense training, the stuff with Lancer, and interning at Axion.  At this rate, he worried that the ghost defense training and football, assuming Danny got the mascot role, would be the only time he got to spend with him boyfriend.  He waited patiently on the front step for Lancer, ignoring that annoying feeling that he had got in every class he had with Lancer so far.  Fright Knight obviously still didn't trust, or like, his teacher.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jockofalltrades:10046</id>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2006-09-24T12:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-24T19:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:07:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Man, it feels like a life time has passed since I last updated this thing.  I don't even know where to begin talking about what's happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, you are an ass for making that wish.  But then, I'm sure you know that already.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be when it happened.  Though I still wonder why my whole wardrobe was changed into dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny, whenever possible, I'd like to talk to you in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash, I still want to know what the hell that thing this weekend was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where the heck did Phantom run off to...</content>
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    <title>A Future...</title>
    <published>2006-09-24T19:17:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-16T19:29:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( OOC: Random not to be RPed to thing that takes place after the whole time trippy thing but before the gender bender weekend is over. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she got back to her room, Kwan climbed onto her bed.  She seized one of the pillows, hugging it to her chest as she curled up on her side in the middle of the bed.  The image of her counterpart with Masters's counterpart wouldn't leave her no matter how much she tried to push it from her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me&lt;/i&gt;, she thought, remembering how the castle's magic had made Lancer somewhat crazy.  But she knew that wasn't it.  Her counterpart had stared at his Masters with love in his eyes.  She seized the pillow tighter, her heart hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could I betray Danny like that?  I love him.  So why did he betray Danny?&lt;/i&gt;  Kwan tried to understand what had happened in that timeline to cause this betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifted one arm so she could stare at the scars still on her wrist.  Having Danny break up with her had been painful enough.  If Danny had been sealed away, what would she have done?  Could she survive years of him being locked up without knowing if she could ever free him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stung at her eyes.  Kwan knew she wasn't strong enough to live through that pain.  Years of trying to break Danny out of that sarcophagus would eventually wear away what little hope she had in her until there was nothing left but despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then adding to that the inability to protect Danny's family, her teacher becoming mad with power and turning evil, Dash... most likely dead like so many others.  She could already feel her heart crumbling under the pressure of such pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to become stronger&lt;/i&gt;, she thought, glaring with determined eyes at the wall.  &lt;i&gt;I have to stop this future from happening&lt;/i&gt;.  As she thought of ways to help her prevent this future, she began to doze off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Breaking out the Boys; RP with Vlad</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T21:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:06:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( Continued from &lt;a href="http://striking-fear.livejournal.com/4498.html"&gt;this RP&lt;/a&gt;. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan held on tight to Masters, her arms wrapped around the man's neck as they flew toward Pariah's Keep.  It was as much fun as flying on her own as a bird, but fun was the last thing she had her mind right then.  Fear and worry coiled in her belly.  What if this plan failed?  What if they couldn't free Danny and Clockwork from their prisons?  She squeezed her around Masters's neck, praying their plan would be a success.</content>
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    <title>So Many Dresses</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T22:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:03:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(( Not to be RPed to.  Just... Okay, I was bored and decided to have Kwan try on some of the dresses.  XD;;; ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting alone in her hotel room quickly became boring.  No one was online so she had nothing to do on her laptop except put on her play list.  Music filled the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least my taste in music doesn’t seem to have changed,” she told Phantom, grinning as she leaned over and scratched behind the puppy’s ears.  Phantom barked happily, wagging his tail.  “Too bad I’m so bored.”  She sighed, looking around her room for something to do.  Her gaze was drawn to the open closet, and she cringed.  “I don’t get why my whole wardrobe changed because of this wish,” she said, frowning as she climbed off her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over and stood in front of the closet, looking at all the dresses inside.  She grabbed one dress off the hanger.  It was a pretty white one with pink flowers.  It would like nice on a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan swallowed.  Well, she was a girl for the time being.  She glanced around nervously before sighing.  &lt;i&gt;Why am I so worried about this?  No one is around to see&lt;/i&gt;.  After tossing the dress onto the bed, she stripped out of the jeans and shirt she had bought earlier that day.  &lt;i&gt;Why do I have to be wearing a black lace thong?&lt;/i&gt;  Kwan shook her head and picked up the dress.  She put it on and zipped it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well?” she asked Phantom as she ran her hands over the silk brocade of the dress.  It was smooth to the touch, and Kwan bit her lip, not wanting to admit she kind of liked the feel of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom barked and nudged at Kwan’s hand with his wet nose.  Kwan smiled and patted the puppy’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, yeah, it’s pretty,” she agreed.  “But it’s too short to wear out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and walked back to the closet to search through it for a more suitable dress.  She tried on a few other dresses that she thought were pretty.  Most of them were too short in her opinion.  She set aside a few dresses in a “maybe” pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope this spell wears off soon,” she mumbled as she stripped out of another dress.  She flopped onto the bed, wearing nothing but her underwear.  “Ick! Why do I have boy bands on my play list?”  She quickly scrolled through the list until she found some heavy metal.  “Now that’s better.”  She glanced at the clock and cringed.  “How did it get so late?  Phantom, down!” she ordered, pointing off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom whined but obeyed and jumped off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan sat up as she turned off the music and shut down her laptop for the night.  After carrying the laptop over to her desk, Kwan climbed back into bed, drawing the covers over her.  In her search through her clothes, she didn’t find any kind of pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please let everything be back to normal when I wake up,” Kwan prayed to the ceiling before she reached over and shut off the lights.  She rolled onto her side, drawing the covers tightly around herself as she tried to drift off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>RP with Danny</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T18:13:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:02:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="ReD"&gt;Kwan waited in the lobby of The Renaissance hotel.  He paced, running a nervous hand through his hair.  Danny would be arriving at any moment, and Kwan was worried about how things would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldness pressed on his shoulder, and he knew it was the Fright Knight.  He knew the ghost was trying to comfort him, or at least make him stop pacing so much - why would this ghost even care about him?  The Fright Knight was only hired to make sure he didn't go commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, he walked over to one side of the lobby and sat on one of the benches, and he continued to wait for Danny.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>RP with Fright Knight</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T04:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:00:14Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="Red"&gt;Kwan walked into the suite that Masters’s had paid for him.  After shutting the door, he bent down and unclipped the leash from Phantom’s collar.  Phantom barked happily before darting off to explore more of the hotel room.  Kwan smiled as Phantom vanished from his sight, but it soon faded to a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All right, Mr. Disembodied Voice,” Kwan said, glancing around the room.  “I know you’re here somewhere so just come out and show yourself.”&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>jockofalltrades @ 2006-09-10T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T04:15:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T17:56:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Just another quick post.  I just got a new labtop.  Dude, this is so much better than my old computer.  Much better parts inside it than the ones I managed to get for the computer I built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm all right.  I've been home once since the Faux thing.  And that was only to grab a few things and take Phantom with me.  No way was I leaving my puppy there!  No, I have no plans on ever returning to that house again.  If I never see my parents again, I will be greatly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's stuff I don't really want to talk about.  I just didn't want anyone to panic because I haven't been around a lot and all.</content>
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    <title>Nightmare; RP with FK</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T21:16:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-16T16:34:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="ReD"&gt;He tossed and turned in his mind as the nightmares haunted him again.  Faux was there.  He was always there, and Kwan couldn’t fight against him.  He knew Faux was gone, defeated, no longer a threat, but the ghost wouldn’t let him rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never die,” Faux always told him in the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words chilled Kwan to the bone and made his heart stop in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll never die&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words continued running on replay in his head until he shot off the cot in a frightened panic, struggling for breath as sweat coated his entire body.  He sat on the floor, his blankets in the tangled mess around his legs, as he glanced about the dark office.  Phantom continued sleeping under the cot, undisturbed by the thump of Kwan falling off the cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakily, Kwan stood and rushed out of the office.  Bile rose in the back of his throat, and he hurried to the nearest bathroom.  He made it to the stall in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You liked being controlled by him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears sprouted at the edges of his eyes, and he tightened his grip on the sides of the toilet.  He waited for another bout of vomiting, but nothing more came up, even after several minutes of his stomach heaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disgusting.  You’re sick and disgusting.  A worthless mistake&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan reached into his pocket, finding the small razor he kept hidden there.  Retrieving it, he stared at it, held over his wrist and ready to cut another line across his wrist.  Escape.  A blissful, dark, silent place to escape to was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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