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| Topic Started: May 19 2010, 06:59 PM (429 Views) | |
| Chase Clave | May 19 2010, 06:59 PM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 3pm Place in the time-line: May 17th 2010 Rubbing his eyes he yawned as he made his way out of bed. It was time to start getting breakfast ready for the students and staff. Walking over to his dresser he de-clothed and re-clothed quickly before exiting the room. Yawning once more as he began the walk that would last a few minutes to get to the kitchen. Glancing outside of the windows he peered out into the sky, it was still dark, but it was lighting up a bit. Finally, he had reached the kitchen. Entering the kitchen with haste he jogged to the sink, washing his hands, though forgetting to dry them thus spilling a bit of water on the floor. Making his way over to the refrigerator he began to grab ingredients and such. Eggs, pancake batter, peppers, bacon, ham, etc. were on his list, setting them on the center island he yawned for the last for the morning. "Hmmm, I'm going to need some spices too..." Jogging over to the cabinet that held the spices he felt something cold and wet beneath his feet, and then he felt the familiar feeling of being tripped or slipping on something. Damn it! Reaching out to the counter didn't even help, falling to his right he felt a nagging pain as his head bounced off the center island, and then he lost it, blacking out. Minutes passed. He was on his knees, gaze directed on the floor as blood dripped from the moderate cut across his forehead, blood mixing with the water he had slipped on. He was still out of it though, not in control...Throwing his head back he let out a scream that would surely awake people in the rooms nearest to the kitchen. Mud generation soon followed this as it passed through the skin on his chest and blasted outwards, smashing through the island and through everything behind it, even the windows. His arms rised next, hands held out, they too sent out torrents of mud, crashing into opposing walls. He had lost it, he needed to get control back. |
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| Specter | May 20 2010, 04:49 AM Post #2 |
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Before he came to this school, Dallas was never the type of kid who got up early if he didn't have to. No, he liked to stay wrapped up warm, floating on dream clouds until his alarm would no longer tolerate his snoozes. But that was before Xavier's. That was before the nightmares. He really couldn't remember when he'd last experienced a restful, unbroken sleep. Had to be a few weeks at least. Last night had been especially bad. Every time he started to drift into sleep, his mind would be assaulted by images of animal carcasses, the scents of blood and faeces, and feelings of lust, primal and ferocious lust of a kind he'd never known in his waking life but which seemed natural and real and deeply terrifying. His bed was no longer such an attractive place to be. Lacking the strength to risk facing more nightmares by attempting further sleep, Dallas crawled out of bed early, quietly running through his morning routine of showering, shaving and dressing before slipping out of his room for some aimless wandering around the halls of the school. He knew where these bad dreams were coming from. Anxiety. At least, that's what he assumed was the root cause. He'd left his home and come to this strange place at exactly the moment the world had started losing its mind so it only made sense that he was struggling to maintain an even keel. If bad dreams were the price he had to pay for getting through the day without freaking out then so be it. It just wasn't fun. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, shadow trailing silently along behind him, he huffed out a sigh. Maybe an early breakfast would lift his spirits. He'd just started to take his first step in the direction of the kitchen when a sound reached his ears, freezing him stock still. Was that a scream? Chilled, he didn't know what to do. Something was wrong, someone was frightened or in pain, and he knew what that might mean. Somebody could have switched. He knew he should keep his distance. He wasn't an X-Man, wasn't even an X-Man in training, and if this really was an instance of what had come to be known as 'switching' then there could be danger ahead, more danger than he could handle alone. Finding a teacher, that would be the sensible option. Yet his feet had other ideas, carrying him forward, straight for the kitchen. It was dumb to investigate this alone, he knew that, but there was also an inescapable truth rattling around the back of his brain, a truth that forced him to act: if the person in the kitchen was dangerous then Dallas had to do everything he could to keep him there in case he found one of the kids and hurt them. If anything happened to one of the little ones then he'd never forgive himself. There wasn't time to waste knocking on classroom doors in search of a helping hand. As he ran down the corridor, his shadow slithered up his body, fusing into his skin, boosting his strength and speed in the process. In seconds, he'd made it to the door of the kitchen, from where he could hear a noise he couldn't quite identify. It sounded like something being... splattered? But splattered hard. Like... like an enormous paintball fight. It probably wasn't a paintball fight. Reaching the open doorway, he launched himself inside, only to be immediately slammed backwards by a wall of something dark and moist and... muddy. Mud. It was mud. Mud everywhere, in fact. If anybody had asked him exactly what he'd expected to see upon stepping into the kitchen, mud may well have been last on his list. Feet slipping back in the slick onslaught, Dallas dropped to one knee in an attempt to halt the backslide, holding his arms up in front of his face. This mud was being spewed out hard enough to hurt, even through the protection offered by his shadow. "Huh... huh..." He tried to shout, both times getting a mouthful of mud instead. Hastily spitting it out, he shifted his arm to cover the lower half of his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "Hello?! Please, calm down! Nobody's guh--" Another mouthful. Another spit. "Nobody's going to hurt you!" |
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| Chase Clave | May 23 2010, 07:07 PM Post #3 |
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But, control wasn't his to have. For a few blinking moments he came to, seeing what he was doing, ruining the kitchen, and catching one of the students in his black out caused onslaught. And then it all stopped, the mud generation coming to an abrupt halt as he hunched forward, curled up slightly. Hahahaha! What was that? Who was laughing at a time like this? Turning his head slightly he shot the boy to his far right a glance, Specter, at least that's what Chase knew him by, was there, but the kid was alright, and not laughing obviously. But, as he turned his gaze back to the muddy floor beneath him his vision warped, things got brighter within a moment, and the floor changed, it wasn't hardwood and muddy, it was dark, and tough, pavement? Pushing himself up he dashed his vision about, a street? But, he was just in the school..."What....the?" The next thing he knew he was being thrown to the ground harshly, then his vision went black, a black sack placed over his head? He heard muffled voices before a sharp pain came to the back of his head, blacking out twice in one day, great!? Where were they? Standing to his feet he looked about, where the fuck was he? Obviously not the city, he was in some wrecked room, and with a few more moments of looking around he figured it was a kitchen, and it was covered from floor to ceiling in mud, but he hadn't been here a moment ago, soooo? Turning his attention to a movement to his far right he saw someone struggling to get up. Dashing towards them he brought his fist back, prepared to throw a strong punch to the boy's face. "Who are you? Where are they? Where am I?" These basic, but worrisome questions came out with almost no thought, but if he didn't get his answers then he'd beat em' out of the kid. |
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| Specter | May 23 2010, 10:01 PM Post #4 |
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Dallas squeezed his eyes shut against the torrents of mud being slung in his direction, clamping his mouth shut to avoid swallowing any more of the foul tasting gloop. It was like being in the centre of a fountain, a fountain bursting forth from a swamp or a sewer, firing at him hard like a geyser. His entire body felt wet and caked in sludge while pangs of pain lit up his nerve endings every time the mutant's mud was turned in his direction. It was cold and gross. He'd had better mornings. He was lucky, really. The shadow fused with his body not only cloaked his skin in darkness but boosted his durability too. Without it, the force of this guy's mud blasts might have been enough to saddle him with some serious damage. Dallas always felt that his mutation was more of a blessing than a curse and a situation like this only served to back up that theory. Still, he didn't like the idea of tolerating this onslaught for much longer. One of them would tire and weaken sooner or later and he didn't like the idea of it being him. Eyes cracking open tentatively, Dallas was preparing himself to start pushing through the sprays of mud in an attempt to reach the mutant and... well, he didn't know what he'd do if he reached him. Hold him down or something? As it turned out, he didn't need to worry. The torrents were stopping and he could finally see clearly enough to identify the guy at the source of the muddy explosion, a man he'd seen around the school called, he was pretty sure, Chase. It seemed safe to assume Chase wasn't in the habit of spray painting the kitchen with mud so clearly something was wrong. Pausing to swipe some of the mud off his face to keep it out of his eyes, Dallas parted his grit encrusted lips to speak but by the time his vision was clear, Chase was charging towards him, fist clenched. The man had three questions for him and those questions confirmed Dallas's fears. The guy didn't know where he was or what was going on. He was a switcher. The second freshly switched mutant Dallas had encountered in this very room, in fact. It would probably be a good idea if he never set foot in the kitchen again. He wasn't too concerned about Chase getting violent, at least not just yet. Provided Chase wasn't packing superstrength that outstripped Dallas's own, he'd be able to withstand a few blows and hopefully he'd be able to calm the guy down in that time. Or he'd get his butt kicked. Either or. "Look, it's okay, everything's okay. You're not in any danger here," he said rapidly, holding up his palms in a gesture of surrender as he stared up at Chase and his fist, before continuing carefully. "I'm Dallas. And you're Chase, right? You're at the school. Does that make any sense to you? Do you recognise this place at all? Or me?" |
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| Chase Clave | May 24 2010, 12:36 PM Post #5 |
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Waiting for his questions to be answered his eyes darted around. Ok, obviously this indeed was a kitchen, but he was just on the street in broad daylight, and now he was in some kitchen early in the morning? Shaking his head his attention went back to the boy, his questions answered quicker than he had expected. His teeth grit though and his face tightened with further anger, the boy's answers were useless, Chase didn't know this kid, he had never even seen him before. And what was that stinging pain at his forehead? Taking his free hand he brought it up to where he felt the pain, poking the wound, bringing it to his vision he saw blood, that little fuck! Reaching forward he grabbed Specter by the shirt and pulled him to his feet, the kid busted him over the forehead with someone and brought him here, must have been what happened! "Try to kid nap me aye? Stick around why don't ya?" Stepping back he focused on the mud that covered the boy, in moments it hardened, effectively sticking/pinning Specter to the wall. Looking around at the black liquid covered kitchen he smirked. "Time for me and you to have a chat!" Quickly walking over to the counter he retrieved a few of the larger knives from the storage block before making his way back over to the boy. "Now, tell me why you brought me here!!" Jabbing one of the knives forward he smirked as it missed Specter and drove into the wall he was pinned to. He was up, again, yes! But, his vision was still blocked, and he was, he was being dragged? Wrestling his captors he tried to move his arms, no luck, tied together. Shaking his head about he focused for a moment, ok this probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Focusing his generating powers to his chest he fired a strong wave of mud forward to the ground which was a few feet from his chest, packing enough force behind the close quarters blast it sent Chase and his captors flying backwards, Chase going further though smacked into the ceiling, great. Ears ringing he landed on a steel support beam. Groaning he pulling his tied hands to his head, removing the sack and panicking slightly, ok he was pretty high up. Scooting forward he made it his goal to remove these ropes. "Aha!" Reaching forward he began to slide his arms back and forth against a rusted and torn spot on the beam, in seconds the ropes on his hands were removed and he was gone. Running along the beam he through himself out of a window, taking a moment to give the building he was in a look, an abandoned warehouse? Turning his attention to the ground he fire off some beams of mud, slowing his decent, taking a breath he dashed off, fighting back panic and trying to focus on what had happened. Shaking off the feeling of being light headed Chase focused back on the boy. "Why did you bring me here? Last time I'm going to...." Quieting himself he listened, people where coming! He should have expected as much with all the commotion of him ruining the kitchen would have caused along with the fact he had been yelling at the kid, damn it! Dropping the other knife he had been holding he quickly began to make his exit, jumping through one of the broken windows he made it his goal to find the exit to this place, but that might be easier said then done. |
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| Specter | May 24 2010, 07:32 PM Post #6 |
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Very quickly, it became clear to Dallas that his attempt to open up a dialogue with this guy and calm him down was going poorly. Chase's features were contorted with anger, particularly once he reached up and discovered the trail of blood on his forehead. Dallas had no clue how the man had been injured in that way but he figured this confused version of Chase wouldn't accept that. Soon enough, Chase was dragging him to his feet and doing something to the mud that still caked his body and dripped in thick slops from his limbs, hardening it somehow. As the mud crusted over his body and the wall at his back, Dallas felt himself being pinned. The more aggressive psyche of his shadow screamed in his mind, raging at this indignity, demanding that Dallas fight back, and the student considered listening to his shadow's violent urges in this instance. He didn't have to allow himself to become so vulnerable like this, he had power of his own to fall back on. But if he fought back now, they may never be able to win Chase's trust. Better to tolerate this and hope it gave him the opportunity to just talk to the guy and explain what had happened to him. Before Dallas could start talking some sense into the latest switcher, however, Chase moved over to the knife rack. Uh oh. What was the deal with people trying to stab him in this kitchen? This sort of thing really needed to stop happening. When Chase drove the knife into the wall beside his head, Dallas found himself briefly silenced, fear freezing his brain over and robbing him of anything useful to say. "I... I..." was all he managed to unhelpfully stammer out. He needed to get it together, and quickly. This situation was deteriorating and he couldn't allow that to happen. For all he knew, Chase could be as dangerous as Sooraya had been, or he could be just plain crazy. It was crucial to get him contained before anybody got hurt. Chase shouted at him again and, finally, Dallas found his voice. "We didn't bring you here, I swear! This is nobody's fault, nobody's attacking you, you haven't been... kid... napped..." Dallas's words trailed off as it became clear to him that Chase wasn't listening. He'd been distracted by something and suddenly his attention was no longer focused on his hostage. Dallas watched in horror as Chase abandoned his knife and hightailed it through the shattered window. No. No no no. This was bad. There could be little kids out there on the school grounds. What would happen if Chase ran into Artie or Angelique? What would happen if the muddy guy escaped and found himself in the city? People could get hurt. They could die. Part of Dallas's brain was telling him the smart thing to do would be to leave this situation for someone with more training to deal with, but he couldn't do that. If anybody got hurt, it'd be on his head. It was down to him to stop Chase. Muscles flexing, he ripped himself off the wall, shattering the hardened mud crust that had been holding him in place. To his surprise, he heard a guttural growl escape his own throat. It was like hearing his shadow's psychic voice out loud and that frightened him. He'd been merged with it longer than was wise but there was nothing he could do about it now. Utilising the superhuman speed granted by his shadow, Dallas hopped through the broken window, grazing his knee on a jagged shard of glass still attached to the frame, and raced after Chase, air whistling past his ears. As soon as he had Chase in his sights, he piled on the speed and leapt at the mudman's back, intending to bring him down and restrain him. |
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| Chase Clave | May 24 2010, 07:55 PM Post #7 |
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Boom. One thing he didn't want to hear, gun shots. Another boom exploded behind him, this time he saw as the bullet smashed into the dirt a few feet from him. "No...no...no!" He had to get out of here, panic overwhelmed his sense of trying to calm down. Zig-zagging he continued to be the victim of near miss shots. Hey! There was a port near by, he could hide in the water, swim away or something! Turning in direction he aimed for the dock. Ah! Shooting his left arm a glance he saw blood, not too much, but enough to show he had been grazed by a shot. Now! Diving forward he threw himself into the water below, eyes open he watched as bullets tore through the water about him, several feet below the water he began swimming further down and away, he needed to find a place to hide until they went away, no, he couldn't just run this entire time! Making his way back to the surface he through one hand up, generating a powerful blast of mud to which he moved from one man to the next, knocking them back. Quick too take up the opportunity he was given he crawled back onto the dock, it was time to end this! Shit! Where was he?! Kicking up grass he continued his full-sprint dash about the grounds, aha! Finding a large wall in his vision he decided to follow it, it had to lead to an exit! Handing staying against the wall he continued on, "Need time to figure out what is going on!" But, before he knew it he felt light headed again, couldn't be because of the wound on his forehead though, he had adrenaline pumping so it was something else, and before he knew it his vision warped. "WHAT?!" He was back? Chase was back at the school, but just a minute ago he was going on the offensive to his kidnappers...and what was that sound? Heavy foot-steps, someone running? Turning quickly he through a straight kick forward to his pursuer, unknown to him it was Specter. But, the speed at which Specter had been running at fought off the kick and he stilled collided with Chase, sending Chase harshly to his back. Groaning Chase rolled his head from side to side, panic. "Specter, wait, wait it's me, Chase!" "AHHH!!!" Wait, he was back? Turning in a full circle he took in his surroundings, not in the city, but on the outskirts, near the dock? What the? And just feet away from him where those goons, smirking he lifted his hands, "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm going to find out!" Generating mud from his hands he aimed to just drown and smother his targets with his black mud. A minute passed on the fly and he was gone, he had to hit up some contacts for information on what exactly was happening around here. |
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| Specter | May 24 2010, 09:00 PM Post #8 |
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By the time it registered in Dallas's brain that Chase had turned and kicked out at him, it was too late. They were on a collision course and there'd be no chance of changing direction now so he just took the foot to his stomach. Chase's shoe kicked the air from Dallas's lungs, but he didn't let it stop him. He'd just have to breathe... later. As he slammed into his quarry, Dallas's hands shot out to grab at Chase's arms, hoping to prevent him from blasting any more mud at him, though for all he knew, Chase might be able to shoot mud from his eyes or something. That'd be gross. Together, they crashed to the ground, skidding in the grass and ripping clumps of it from the earth. More mud. How wonderful. He'd never be clean ever again. "Calm down," Dallas spat out, his voice carrying a harder edge than he'd intended. He could feel the insidious influence of his shadow seeping into his own attitude and knew he'd have to seperate from it sooner rather than later. If he did that, though, he'd be effectively powerless and that wasn't a risk he could take in this situation. If he dropped his defenses, Chase could kill him. It was that simple. "Just calm down. Okay? I'll explain what's happened but you've gotta stop fighting me." Chase wasn't listening though. Instead, his head was jerking from side to side and Dallas could see the panic in his eyes. He was prepared for the guy to fight back in some way, figuring this wasn't going to be over until blood had been shed. Probably Dallas's. But he was wrong. Suddenly, Chase seemed to remember who he was, begging him to stop. Had he... switched back? Could that even happen? Hesitantly, Dallas pulled his head back a little, eyeing his captive suspiciously. He didn't let go of Chase's arms just yet though. This could be a trick. Now that Dallas had the man under control, he wasn't going to let him go until he was absolutely certain it was safe to do so. "...Chase? Are you... you know where you are? You know who I am?" |
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| Chase Clave | May 24 2010, 10:45 PM Post #9 |
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Specter continued to pin him down forcefully, the kid was strong. But, apparently as moments passed he took in Chase's words, loosening his grip lightly. Listening to him he nodded frantically, eyes welling with tears slightly, he was honestly that scared now. "I...I...they tried to....it...it's like I was warped somewhere else...they, they kidnapped me and started shooting at me...Specter, what happened?" Worry and fear filled his voice, he needed to contact the staff about this! hopefully they'd be able to get over the mess and destruction he caused in the kitchen, the kitchen! Now he was worried about the students not getting their meals, but wait, the staff would ensure they'd get fed. Attempting to push Specter off he began to control his breathing, breaking through Specter's grip with a surprise roll he sat up forehead against his knees, arms wrapped around his legs as he began to rock back and forth, he didn't want to go through that again. "I...I don't want to go back...never again...I...I almost killed them....I...I..." Choking up on emotions he continued to rock back and forth, Chase was completely a mess at the moment. |
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| Specter | May 25 2010, 12:54 AM Post #10 |
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Yup, Chase definitely switched. But then he came back. Dallas wondered how unusual that was. Like everyone else, he was aware that these apparent switches were taking place but, aside from his encounter with Sooraya, he knew very little detail about how it all worked. As far as he was aware, when a new personality manifested, it was there to stay. Certainly, Mr. Grey-Summers had been going by a girl's name for two or three months now and Sooraya continued to be dangerous. They hadn't returned to normal. Was it unusual for someone to go back and forth as Chase had just done? He dearly hoped this might represent some kind of breakthrough. Maybe there was something special about Chase that brought him back or maybe Chase would be able to provide vital information. Either way, it seemed possible to the uninformed Dallas that this episode might be important. Right now, though, it was clear that the whole experience had been traumatic for the poor guy. If Chase was faking this then he was offering up a performance worthy of Oscars, so Dallas decided to take a chance and loosen his grip on the guy's wrists. Chase didn't take the opportunity to attempt another escape, so Dallas let go of his arms and pulled back from him when he rocked forwards. The man had quite a story to tell, one of kidnappings and shootings. It all sounded pretty shocking, so much so that it should have been hard to believe, but Dallas knew better. People were experiencing things like this all over the world at this point. Nobody had the luxury of writing these things off as hallucinations anymore. To his horror, Dallas's first instinct was to tell Chase to man up and get over it. That attitude wasn't coming from Dallas though, it was coming from his shadow, the negativity of its personality warping his own. They'd been merged too long. Now that the situation seemed calmer, he figured it was safe for he and his shadow to separate again so he allowed it to slither off his skin, silently repositioning itself on the grass beside them. Now able to offer some comfort, Dallas placed a gentle hand on Chase's shoulder. "It's okay. You're home now, you're safe. Everything's gonna be just fine now, okay?" He hesitated, wondering how much he should tell Chase about what he'd just missed. It seemed wise to leave out the details of what happened in the kitchen. No need to lay a guilt trip on him. "I think you just... crossed over to that other place. You know, like Mr. Grey-Summers and the others have? But you're back now. You'll be okay now, I promise." Squeezing once, he let his hand fall away from Chase's shoulder and chanced a glance back at the school. The kitchen would be a mess but he'd help to clean it up just as soon as he'd taken a much needed shower. First of all, though, he needed to get Chase sorted out. "I think we should get you to the Professor or Mrs. Grey-Summers. They'll be able to make sure you're okay. Are you hurt? Do you think you can walk?" |
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| Chase Clave | Jul 26 2010, 06:09 AM Post #11 |
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Still rocking back and forth Chase continued to be a mess with his emotions of fear, sadness, and surprise running rampant. Listening to Specter he went from nodding to shaking his head back and forth as a "No". Though Specter's words seemed to give him hope as over the period of a few minutes his rocking slowed and slowed until it stopped, with his sobbing and crying stopping shortly there after. "Hurt? I don't think so, ugh, my head is throbbing though." Slowly releasing his grip on his legs he placed his right palm to his forehead, pulling it back to see blood, how did he hurt his head? Groaning the pain off for a moment he nodded to Specter before making an attempt at standing, shaking slightly as he was still shaken up. "Yeah, I, I can walk..." Finally standing at his full height he crossed his arms firmly and attempted to fight off his fear and worry as he began walking off. "The staff need to know about this...if you would Specter, keep everyone away from the kitchen." Swallowing his words he continued on, he had wrecked one of the few places he felt useful in, sighing he entered through the new "entrance" he made to the mansion. Avoiding slipping in the mud that covered the kitchen he made his way to the staff rooms, though he was sure he'd run into some of the other staff before he got there. Along the way he passed by several students who looked worried, especially with their janitor and chef looking rather pale, bleeding from the forehead, and looking like he just saw a ghost. |
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