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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:26 PM | Message # 177

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Cody
I nod, my eyes adjusting well to the darkness.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:38 PM | Message # 178

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I knew that Naru had much better night vision than i did...Or maybe not. Cat's see in the dark by turning all available light up...Was their any available light?

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:44 PM | Message # 179

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Cole:

I sat there, thinking really about...how disturbing the silence was. It left a sort of eerie calm in the room, causing the only sound to be heard was breathing. It was....unsettling.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:50 PM | Message # 180

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Cody
I wait.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:52 PM | Message # 181

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Meow.
Only one thing to do. Sleep.
I grope along the wall to my cot, throw myself in it and fall asleep, Naru laying closely nearby.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:53 PM | Message # 182

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Cole:

The silence eventually became as familiar to me as my own heart beat. I than started to pick out voices in the silence, hearing whispers of conversations of fools who were starting to panick.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:53 PM | Message # 183

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Ever watched the screen in her eye as she went about her daily activities. This was the second most vital test: who could stand solitude and darkness for lengthy amounts of time. As well as dropping temperatures, she thought grimly as she adjusted the temp down a few degrees.

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion

Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:55 PM | Message # 184

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Cody
The walls were thin. There was some panic, but i couldn't crack down. I stand up and lie on my cot. I'll just rest this off.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:56 PM | Message # 185

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COle:

It than started to get cold, the tempreture dropping slowly. I still sat in silence, despite my stomach's growling for food. I opened the food ration, and took a bite of jerky, and put it away.

I looked around, the cold starting to get a little intense.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 10:56 PM | Message # 186

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I woke up cold.
Sweet cold.
I heard a whisper-
"We'll make it julie...That's right julie...."
An insane person.
A sudden scream startled me. Back to the cot, i need to sleep my way through this...

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Raz

Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:02 PM | Message # 187

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Name: Scott Alexander Throgmorton
Age: 15
Gender: M
Appearance: 5'7", Slightly muscular body build, Pale Caucasian skin tone, Short unruly brown hair, bright brown eyes, slight mustache, bonny hands, blue running shoes, black cargo jeans, black short-sleeve T-shirt, a red and white stripped fingerless glove, Bandanna tied around his neck, Desert Camouflage Military fatigue cap, Worn down brown satchel.
Items: Gas mask and a few filters for it, a .357 Revolver that he found in a junk pile and got it fixed by a weapon maker.
Bio: Scott has a quite uneventful life, no pets, good parents, an elder brother, and an obsession with sneaking out and walking around when it's lights out time. Scott tends to rummage through junk piles in his walks whenever he feels like it because he can't believe some of the things people throw out. Scott doesn't talk much with people he doesn't know because he's very shy.
Extra:Apples.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:03 PM | Message # 188

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Ever watched with a bored expression as the first dozen were ushered to the memory rooms. Already? Really?

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:05 PM | Message # 189

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My dreams were weird and mental.
Flying monkeys were very prominent. And bees. I HATE BEES.
The deranged humming of my next-door cellmate did not help.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:05 PM | Message # 190

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Cole:

I started to feel the cold, the temputure getting into the negatives now. I'm asumming about -80 by now. I closed my eyes, and reached in my side pulling out my device. It's not finshed yet...I can't use it to wade this out. I put it away, and touched the brittle blaknet, frozen or not, warmth is warmth. I wrapped myself around to keep warm, as the thing started to adjust to my body heat.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:08 PM | Message # 191

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Cody
I tuck my arms into my shirt, pulling the blanket on tighter.

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Sit in the motherfucking chair!

Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:09 PM | Message # 192

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The cold wasn't getting to me very much. The chill embraced me like a mother i never had. I smiled in the dark. Naru was sleeping. I had just eaten some more food. Back to sleep, to dream of bees and monkeys.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:09 PM | Message # 193

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(it won't go below this temp now)
Ever retreated to her room, keeping a close eye.

(who wants to ts to the end of this test or a few more posts then ts?)

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:10 PM | Message # 194

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(i think we should just ts.)

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 195

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(TS.)

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:12 PM | Message # 196

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(One more post from me, than T.S.)

Cole:

I than heard people passing out from the cold, as I felt my device again. It's sparking alot whne it malfuntions, it will set my blanket on fire and keep me warm...but...that might...fail me...I don't know why...but I want to pass this test.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:18 PM | Message # 197

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A week passed of solitude and confinement before the were released. Of the three hundred, only 103 remained and Ever greeted them herself. "Welcome to the start of your next test," she smiled. "You have each been assigned a partner and for the next two weeks you will be responsible for each other and right now, that's warming each other up. Now, cani have Chris, Cole, and Cody to me please?" she asked as everyone lined up to receive their partners.

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Date: Th, 19.April.12, 11:19 PM | Message # 198

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I stood in line with sweaty palms. The last night was the worst. So many bees.

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