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Februrary 22nd, 1970: Captain O'Doyle
By: insert name Date: August 21, 2017, 3:14 am
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After returning from searching French Polynesia for a week,
O'Doyle finds that Tiffany's stuff is missing. On closer
inspection, he also finds a handwriting note.
"Mike,
"I dropped by to talk, but you weren't home. I suppose that
might be for the best. I don't think I can hurt you in writing.
LBJ says that's not how it works. I don't know.
"I don't know what to say and what not to say to you anymore.
Just know that it isn't you. I never planned on getting married,
and I never meant to affect you the ay I did. It's clear I don't
have any kind of control over this, and I'm sorry.
"I don't really know what to say, except it's better this way.
If you need to talk to me, send me a letter at my a letter at my
PO box. I can't promise I'll check it often, but I will check
it.
[right]"I really am Sorry,
Tiffany"[/right]
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Re: Februrary 22nd, 1970: Captain O'Doyle
By: theihog Date: August 21, 2017, 2:27 pm
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O'Doyle felt a huge ball of varied emotions swell up inside him
and just before it could crash over him he held it there. The
anger the burned wight hot towards rage, the sorrow the yawned
before him like some dark bottomless chasm, the joy that he had
a way to contact her, the jellocy that she would go to Johnson
rather than talk to him and the uncertainty that why wouldn't
she wait for him. The storm raged in his heart and he held it
off the a soul pain set in as it metaphorically thunder over his
head. He won't over to the kitchen and got out a bottle
anything ethanol would do just to offset the pain in his heart.
Pulling the stopper out with his teeth he looked at its label
without seeing it, he raised it to his lips and hurled it at the
wall with all of his strangth for something snapped into focus.
In his mind he stood atop a ridge with a paire of deep presapits
before him a storm rushing aping him threatening to throw him
into one of them a dark pit theat flashed with fire and lighting
while with a simple almost imperceptible twist of his body he
could slip int what looked like a crystal clear ice cold pool in
the other. He took a step back and collapsed on to his kitchen
floor and carpartmentalized his brain. He shove all of emotions
in to one small corer of his mind an built a wall of self
control around it but left a single crack.
OOC: a)he loses 5 willpower b) not bothering to roll for
damage to wall withe liquer bottle it can be what ever
Ic
Time passes and almost when a crick in his neck was about to set
in he disappears a fey seconds later he reapears ant the office
picks up a typewriter aloe it's some paper and vanishes again
sitting in his office the light off his fingers moving as fast
as the typewriter could keep up he first reworked his standing
letter of resignation leaving the date blank to be filled in
when or if necessary he then wrote a short note.
OOC I'll up load the not as an atchment along with some thin els
in the next post
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Re: Februrary 22nd, 1970: Captain O'Doyle
By: insert name Date: August 30, 2017, 7:25 pm
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OOC
Okay, I need clarification because I thought I was waiting on
you but I think you're now waiting on me. Was there more you
wanted to put in the letter or not?
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