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Post by Eagle Eye MacAllister on May 11, 2006 17:35:39 GMT 12
Condor walked hesitantly through the dark, wet streets of the Grid. It was a dark night, owing to many clouds covering the stars. Only the moon shone down, reflecting in every puddle he saw. Condor was a strange sight, with his top hat at a jaunty angle, his jeans cut to the knee, his T-shirt that said "Eire" on it, and his long, brown coat that went down to his ankles. Adding to this, he was holding in his hands his bow with an arrow fitted to it, just in case. He turned to an alley and started gathering junk.
After a while, he dumped all the junk he found and managed to start a fire with it. He pulled the paper bag that was in his coat out, and opened it. Inside was a cracked, old book that said, in faded letters on the front: "Diary." He opened it and skimmed through the pages, seeing nothing with writing but the first two pages, which he tore out and threw in the fire. Inside was also a pencil, which he kept for writing in this diary. He opened the Diary and scribbled just the date and his name, nothing else. There might be something else that was interesting today.
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