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Post by Preston Saint on May 12, 2007 12:15:01 GMT -5
Preston was alone. Just alone, carefully watching a soup he was preparing. He sighed contently to himself.
Almost the entire population was gone, leaving a peaceful silence. Perhaps one or two people were still in their homes doing whatever they needed. He was all alone for now. He was better off alone, after all. It was much better than dozens of people talking at once.
He wasn't a loner, not exactly. He just preferred his privacy, his time to think and just do what he wanted without anyone ordering him about, or making suggestions, or making him feel judged.
Cooking was therapy of the purest kind, just like exercise. And therapy was definitely what he needed, which was perhaps why he spent so much time doing both of those things.
He left the soup for a moment, heading over to his CD player. He turned the volume up to it's maximum level, and pressed play before returning to the soup.
I met you before the fall of Rome And I begged you to let me take you home You were wrong, I was right You said goodbye, I said goodnight
It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before
I knew you before the west was won And I heard you say the past was much more fun You go your way, I go mine But I'll see you next time
It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before
And if I put my fingers here, and if I say "I love you, dear" And if I play the same three chords, Will you just yawn and say
It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before
Alone and bored on a thirtieth-century night Will I see you on The Price Is Right? Will I cry? Will I smile? As you run down the aisle?
It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before
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Post by Preston Saint on May 7, 2007 14:46:09 GMT -5
"So ... thanks for the medkid ... I am off to save some virgins. Keep your locker clean!"A bizarre human being. "Until later, then." he said, watching Aaron leave. He looked around at the outside, around the barracks. It was almost barren now, just about everyone had left for the gazebo, organizing themselves and getting ready to leave. He quickly shut the door, leaving it unlocked. He didn't particularly like the idea of being cooped in, not since his escape during childhood. flashback triggered: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpgbios&action=display&thread=1176881922&page=1#1178567216
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Post by Preston Saint on May 7, 2007 10:12:14 GMT -5
"Thanks ... Well, a plane just went down and I figured a medkit would come in handy somehow. I don't know how long it will take ... sorry. Tom and Linus are very secretive about this. Don't you forget about my lil' monkey, Karli!"
He handed the kit over. "All right then." he nodded. "Karli? What do you mean?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 7, 2007 9:50:30 GMT -5
"Oh ... hey sunshine. Look, we're heading out to the aft part of the plane. I hear you have a first aid kit or something in the house? Oh, and could you watch out for my capuchin monkey while I am gone. She tends to get all giddy without me!"
"A first aid kit? Yes, one moment." he said, disappearing for a moment. He returned a second later with a small first aid kit. "Wait, what do you need it for exactly? How long will you be gone?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 7, 2007 8:58:33 GMT -5
Preston stood, hearing the knock on the door. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing a little. Hopefully not someone asking him to go on the mission quest into the jungle.
He headed to the door, opening it to find Aaron standing before him. "Yes?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 3, 2007 15:18:13 GMT -5
After a while on the treadmill, Preston took a break, fetching a coke from the fridge. He didn't drink alcohol. Terrible habit, drinking, made people do terrible things, make mistakes, cause accidents.
He took a seat at his desk, positioned in front of his laptop. He unfolded large, horn-rimmed reading glasses, slipping them on, and got to work on the book again. The book about Religion, and why he didn't like it.
Once asked by a friend...at the time...why he was anti-religious, he found that the number of reasons he had were almost too many to list. And so he decided to make a list, which quickly evolved into a book that was so far twenty-five chapters and counting. It was nothing new, of course, a nobody putting across his views in a book, resulting in them becoming a somebody. But Preston didn't much care for fame due to controversy, he did it for two reasons.
The first was his own piece of mind, to put his thoughts down on paper. The second was that he felt people needed to hear what he had to say. The text was important, not the man saying it.
He pushed his glasses further up his nose, and got back to work.
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 24, 2007 14:23:13 GMT -5
***Preston enters***
For now, this was an interesting but dangerous turn of events. He had no wish to endanger himself, and he would come only if he was needed. Which he probably would be, at some point, being a general practitioner. A family doctor. And so many of them considered themselves family. Although in Preston's case, he was the estranged cousin who came round at Christmas only.
He switched on his ipod, tucking it into the holder on his belt. He jumped on his treadmill, and started it up, just running and listening.
Hearts are worn in these dark ages You're not alone in this story's pages Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in
The world's on fire and It's more than I can handle I'll tap into the water (I try to pull my ship) I try to bring more More than I can handle (Bring it to the table) Bring what I am able
I watch the heavens and I find a calling Something I can do to change this moment Stay close to me while the sky is falling Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone
The world's on fire and It's more than I can handle I'll tap into the water (I try to pull my ship) I try to bring more More than I can handle (Bring it to the table) Bring what I am able
Hearts break, hearts mend Love still hurts Visions clash, planes crash Still there's talk of Saving souls, still the cold Is closing in on us
We part the veil on our killer sun Stray from the straight line on this short run The more we take, the less we become A fortune of one that means less for some
The world's on fire and It's more than I can handle I'll tap into the water (I try to pull my ship) I try to bring more More than I can handle (Bring it to the table) Bring what I am able
The world's on fire and It's more than I can handle I'll tap into the water (I try to pull my ship) I try to bring more More than I can handle (Bring it to the table) Bring what I am able
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 23, 2007 16:07:05 GMT -5
"Who said anything about the wreckage, there's plenty enough down there already, no doubt they'll want people to stay back, you heard them they're trying to get certain people that could mean research or something for us, come on Preston!"
"No." he said. "I'm going home. Tell Tom if he needs me, he can come and get me. For now, I'm done." He turned, heading in the direction of his home.
***Preston leaves for his house***
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 23, 2007 15:10:29 GMT -5
"Look the only way to get involved round here is to jump in, look I'm thinking of going myself, come with me, it will give me a chance to actually get to know you instead of thinking you were another Pau-type person,, not that I have anything against him, it's just he says so little, anyway , if we're going to go we better get going now, Preston"
He paused, and then looked down from the sky. "Pass. I'll go if I'm asked. I have no desire to endanger my own life by going to the wreckage."
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 23, 2007 14:38:05 GMT -5
"So will you be coming, with Tom and that? to the gazebo?"
He didn't look down. A little detached, he continued to stare upwards. "I don't know. If he asks me."
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 23, 2007 11:13:36 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Saint on Apr 21, 2007 17:51:01 GMT -5
***Preston enters from Juliet's home***
He stared up at the sky as the plane tore apart in mid-air. "Oh my God."
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Post by Preston Saint on Sept 21, 2007 12:07:39 GMT -5
"I'm sure Ben would feel better knowing that you're here, keeping Ryan and Sofia in line. If you need anything else in the way of supplies, let me know,"
"Thank you." he replied, smiling and looking at her for slightly too long, even when she began talking to Samantha. He looked away from her, again seemingly unaware that there were other people around him as he looked down the hall at where they'd just come from.
Perhaps it would be beneficial to move down here. Bring a sleeping bag, food, whatever. It would be quiet. That was what he wanted, after all.
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Post by Preston Saint on Sept 3, 2007 15:09:19 GMT -5
"Make sure everything's in working order if we manage to find anyone else?"
"Perhaps you're right." he nodded thoughtfully. He looked back down the corridor at the examination room. "I expect they'll be frequent visits here."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jul 8, 2007 14:49:34 GMT -5
***Preston and Juliet head back to the examination room***
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 24, 2007 16:08:13 GMT -5
As he listened, he began to realize the full scope of what had happened. Samantha Harkness really had been through the worst time, and he hadn't exactly treated her well. Then he remembered the ladle, and returned back to his annoyance at her. "Empathy. I can fake that, sure."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 24, 2007 13:46:00 GMT -5
"I drugged her tea, to keep her from spearing me with a ladle." he explained. "I'm not sure how to make her feel at ease. Between Ben, Pryce, and admittedly myself..."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 24, 2007 13:25:55 GMT -5
"Since it seems you had an entire day to observe her before anyone else knew about her arrival..."
He looked down for a moment, a little ashamed. "I was trying to keep her locked up without alerting her. I told Ben as soon as I could." he replied, looking up. "And she's....just as anyone would be. She's scared, nervous, and looking for any opportunity to escape."
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Post by Preston Saint on Oct 26, 2007 12:15:10 GMT -5
Eric Clapton played softly in the background as Preston busily prepared breakfast. There was a busy time ahead of him. There were likely to be more injuries, more deaths. And of course, he wanted to still be involved in Samantha. He'd found her, after all. He felt a bizarre obligation to her. After all, what must it have been like for her? Cut off from all she knew? Cut off from her family? flashback: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpgbios&action=display&thread=1176881922&page=1#1193418943
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Post by Preston Saint on May 24, 2007 11:20:01 GMT -5
Hey Paul, just thought you might find this banner I found amusing.
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