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''First of all, I apologise for my months of absence, my inbox is absolutely stuffed with spam and the concerned and increasingly irate mails from you three readers. I was indisposed.'' | ''First of all, I apologise for my months of absence, my inbox is absolutely stuffed with spam and the concerned and increasingly irate mails from you three readers. I was indisposed.'' | ||
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He closed his eyes, listening to the people, the cars, the cacophony of the city. After TFOR everything was different. Subtly now, which reminded him that he was already forgetting what being human was like, which was a frightening realisation in and of itself. | He closed his eyes, listening to the people, the cars, the cacophony of the city. After TFOR everything was different. Subtly now, which reminded him that he was already forgetting what being human was like, which was a frightening realisation in and of itself. | ||
Smell, sound, sight and touch were different. This could be blamed on the fact that his senses ''were'' different, he could hear a far greater range of sounds, it was far easier for him to identify smells, and his sense of colour had deteriorated slightly. Nevertheless there was more to it, this wasn't ''his'' body, his body was that of a gangly student who spent long nights and days glued behind a computer screen and didn't have trouble with stairs. He wasn't Alexei at all, just some cheap disease induced shade of his former self, and ... “And I need a fix of antidepressants.” he said to himself, startling to old biddy who had been cautiously floating around the bus-stop and him for five minutes now. The whole torch affair had given her a dreadful fright and she just wished that all these TFOR people would go somewhere else, preferably not here, perhaps Europe or something. | Smell, sound, sight and touch were different. This could be blamed on the fact that his senses ''were'' different, he could hear a far greater range of sounds, it was far easier for him to identify smells, and his sense of colour had deteriorated slightly. Nevertheless there was more to it, this wasn't ''his'' body, his body was that of a gangly student who spent long nights and days glued behind a computer screen and didn't have trouble with stairs. He wasn't Alexei at all, just some cheap disease induced shade of his former self, and ... “And I need a fix of antidepressants.” he said to himself, startling to old biddy who had been cautiously floating around the bus-stop and him for five minutes now. The whole torch affair had given her a dreadful fright and she just wished that all these TFOR people would go somewhere else, preferably not here, perhaps Europe or something. | ||
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The bus comes and he carefully steps into the bus and folds one of the front seats, sitting down there for the ride. He holds onto one of the poles as the vehicle pulls away to whisk them away to regions unknown, in this case the bus terminal. From there he went on to Rob's place up in the mews of an old hotel adjoining this teefer centric bar. | The bus comes and he carefully steps into the bus and folds one of the front seats, sitting down there for the ride. He holds onto one of the poles as the vehicle pulls away to whisk them away to regions unknown, in this case the bus terminal. From there he went on to Rob's place up in the mews of an old hotel adjoining this teefer centric bar. | ||
''My kind of place now.'' He thought as he entered the hotel and stops dead in front of the stairs. | |||
''Drat.'' | |||
Sure, a couple of steps he could handle but going down several flights of stairs was a big no no | Sure, a couple of steps he could handle but going down several flights of stairs was a big no no, that's what other people are for. | ||
“Um sir. Is Robert Gallian in?” Alexei asked the desk clerk in his now sexually ambiguous voice. | “Um sir. Is Robert Gallian in?” Alexei asked the desk clerk in his now quite sexually ambiguous voice. | ||
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17:53 na-na-2038
First of all, I apologise for my months of absence, my inbox is absolutely stuffed with spam and the concerned and increasingly irate mails from you three readers. I was indisposed.
I caught the Torch and got lucky. I am now a Teefer, TFOR victim, I was one of the 33, forgot to pass the torch, got lit up, etc. the euphemisms keep on coming.
Needless to say, this is a bit of a bummer.
On a bright note, TFOR did not debilitate me severely, which means to you, dear reader, that you can enjoy rants about my arse that's now the size of Saturn for the next couple of months. To me it means that I can pick up all my little hobbies where they left off, which is just peachy. Seriously, where would you be if you couldn't RP anymore.
Seriously though, the last couple of months have been pretty tough, I had to relearn to do pretty much everything, including breathing. Which also has it's emotional effects, I had to spend the last month kicking off antidepressants. So, now with college in shambles I'm using the free time to re-establish my online contacts, resubmitting my chars and getting used to life being not quite human.
Which brings me to the point where I stop dawdling around the point and tell you what I have turned into. For those freaks that think this kind of stuff is awesome your time has come. ;)
In short order I am a 'Taur' cat thing, if you don't know what it is, look it up, that's what dictionaries are for. I enjoy the luxury of a nice silvery coat of fur and similarly coloured hair. Point and laugh at your digression.
And with this I sign off again, I do hope that I have entertained you three and that you bother to check this page again for updates.
~Alexei
He submitted the blog and eyed his wardrobe, mostly stuff left over from before. He picked out a T-shirt, mostly to just be wearing something, as he hadn't quite figured out what was proper dress for a 'Taur'. Then he headed out, off to meet some old friends.
Alexei made his way to the bus-stop, sat down, and waited. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the guilty stares he got from people. Not that he got many, teefers had still to loose there interesting new shine but it was rapidly becoming taboo to give them too much attention. Much like regular disabled people.
He closed his eyes, listening to the people, the cars, the cacophony of the city. After TFOR everything was different. Subtly now, which reminded him that he was already forgetting what being human was like, which was a frightening realisation in and of itself.
Smell, sound, sight and touch were different. This could be blamed on the fact that his senses were different, he could hear a far greater range of sounds, it was far easier for him to identify smells, and his sense of colour had deteriorated slightly. Nevertheless there was more to it, this wasn't his body, his body was that of a gangly student who spent long nights and days glued behind a computer screen and didn't have trouble with stairs. He wasn't Alexei at all, just some cheap disease induced shade of his former self, and ... “And I need a fix of antidepressants.” he said to himself, startling to old biddy who had been cautiously floating around the bus-stop and him for five minutes now. The whole torch affair had given her a dreadful fright and she just wished that all these TFOR people would go somewhere else, preferably not here, perhaps Europe or something.
The bus comes and he carefully steps into the bus and folds one of the front seats, sitting down there for the ride. He holds onto one of the poles as the vehicle pulls away to whisk them away to regions unknown, in this case the bus terminal. From there he went on to Rob's place up in the mews of an old hotel adjoining this teefer centric bar.
My kind of place now. He thought as he entered the hotel and stops dead in front of the stairs.
Drat.
Sure, a couple of steps he could handle but going down several flights of stairs was a big no no, that's what other people are for.
“Um sir. Is Robert Gallian in?” Alexei asked the desk clerk in his now quite sexually ambiguous voice.