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BuddyBoy the Vampire Slayer & WaterMelons in Cuba
I. BuddyBoy the Vampire Slayer: There have been a series of deaths happening in the city. BuddyBoy, the Vampire Slayer sets out to investigate. I find that all the deaths are linked to a particular warehouse. Unfortunately the company who leased the warehouse has recently gone out of business. I research futher and I find that MANY business have occupied that particular warehouse, and each one went out of business shortly after a series of deaths occur.
So, I set out to investigate. It during the daytime, and as I jump the chain link fence, I hear a loud motor. I high tail it to the back alley, and I jump into an empty dumpster to hide. The loud vehicle gets louder. Closer and closer. Did they spot me? I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I hear a beeping noise and the woosh of some hydraulics.. SHIT!!! Its a garbage truck! The lid to the dumpser is flung open, and a voilent and wet barrage of clunky stuff fills the floor of the dumpster. Daylight floods the bin, and I see the debris. Bones. Bones still slimey with blood and saliva. The dumpster was filling with skeleton remains od someone's or someTHING's dinner!!!
>I wake up with a gasp. Go pee. Go back to bed<
II. WaterMelons in Cuba: JR and I are vacationing in Cuba. It is so gorgeous and beautiful. The sky is a cornflower blue, and lazy clouds loiter the sky.. meandering around only when prodded by the gentle breeze of the penninsula. We are part of a tour, like the kind that take a bus. We reach a small shallow bay, there isnt much of a sandy beach because it soon gives way to soft reddish brown earth. Scattered on the earth is pine needles, but you can hardly tell because they are dry and are the same color as the soil. If you follow the pine needles eastward, you can see the earth take a steep and sharp upward climb.. not too far because you can see the top of the hill through the sparse pine tree forest. South west the landscape is less severe, the bay collects in gentle pools around large smooth boulders. In the distance you can see the remains of some ruins.
We spend the day on the beach, and as the sun breaches noon, clouds suddenly celing the sky.. making it gray, over cast, putting a slight chill on my bare arms and shins. I see girls come down the hill to the east, some are carrying what look to be watermelons. They are the same green stripe, but are about the size and shape of a basketball-perfectly round. The girls are carrying the melons by the vine, which makes a convenient type of handle. Some of the melons have been halved already, or have had quarters taken out. The flesh of the melons are diferentt colors, some yellow, some purple, some magenta. They look juicey and delicious. JR mentions how he would like a watermelon, and its a shame that we have to board our tour bus to leave. I tell him not to worry, and I ask one of the girls where they found those melons. She said that up at the top of the hill there was a melon patch.
So, I begin my climb. It becomes REAL steep near the top, and I am deathly afraid of heights. I can hear pebbles come loose and roll down the long hill. I reach the summit, and to my suprise, it is the edge of a cliff. Im paralyzed with confusion and with my fear of heights. To my left is jagged rock of the cliff. To my right is the crumbly moist soil of the cliff's edge. I make my way slowly to the left, and I see a hand and a desparate voice gasping, "HELP ME! HELP ME!" At first Im all, fuck that! Its your own damn fault for rock climbing! Im scared for my own life, and I cannot take time out to help someone else.
Then guilt sets in and I inch my way over to his hand.. step by sweaty step. His cries become more and more desparate, and the earth crumbles more and more each step I take. I start to become scared of him. His hand looks unnatural, and his voice sounds like a ghost. I dont know what to do.
>wake up<
I. BuddyBoy the Vampire Slayer: There have been a series of deaths happening in the city. BuddyBoy, the Vampire Slayer sets out to investigate. I find that all the deaths are linked to a particular warehouse. Unfortunately the company who leased the warehouse has recently gone out of business. I research futher and I find that MANY business have occupied that particular warehouse, and each one went out of business shortly after a series of deaths occur.
So, I set out to investigate. It during the daytime, and as I jump the chain link fence, I hear a loud motor. I high tail it to the back alley, and I jump into an empty dumpster to hide. The loud vehicle gets louder. Closer and closer. Did they spot me? I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I hear a beeping noise and the woosh of some hydraulics.. SHIT!!! Its a garbage truck! The lid to the dumpser is flung open, and a voilent and wet barrage of clunky stuff fills the floor of the dumpster. Daylight floods the bin, and I see the debris. Bones. Bones still slimey with blood and saliva. The dumpster was filling with skeleton remains od someone's or someTHING's dinner!!!
>I wake up with a gasp. Go pee. Go back to bed<
II. WaterMelons in Cuba: JR and I are vacationing in Cuba. It is so gorgeous and beautiful. The sky is a cornflower blue, and lazy clouds loiter the sky.. meandering around only when prodded by the gentle breeze of the penninsula. We are part of a tour, like the kind that take a bus. We reach a small shallow bay, there isnt much of a sandy beach because it soon gives way to soft reddish brown earth. Scattered on the earth is pine needles, but you can hardly tell because they are dry and are the same color as the soil. If you follow the pine needles eastward, you can see the earth take a steep and sharp upward climb.. not too far because you can see the top of the hill through the sparse pine tree forest. South west the landscape is less severe, the bay collects in gentle pools around large smooth boulders. In the distance you can see the remains of some ruins.
We spend the day on the beach, and as the sun breaches noon, clouds suddenly celing the sky.. making it gray, over cast, putting a slight chill on my bare arms and shins. I see girls come down the hill to the east, some are carrying what look to be watermelons. They are the same green stripe, but are about the size and shape of a basketball-perfectly round. The girls are carrying the melons by the vine, which makes a convenient type of handle. Some of the melons have been halved already, or have had quarters taken out. The flesh of the melons are diferentt colors, some yellow, some purple, some magenta. They look juicey and delicious. JR mentions how he would like a watermelon, and its a shame that we have to board our tour bus to leave. I tell him not to worry, and I ask one of the girls where they found those melons. She said that up at the top of the hill there was a melon patch.
So, I begin my climb. It becomes REAL steep near the top, and I am deathly afraid of heights. I can hear pebbles come loose and roll down the long hill. I reach the summit, and to my suprise, it is the edge of a cliff. Im paralyzed with confusion and with my fear of heights. To my left is jagged rock of the cliff. To my right is the crumbly moist soil of the cliff's edge. I make my way slowly to the left, and I see a hand and a desparate voice gasping, "HELP ME! HELP ME!" At first Im all, fuck that! Its your own damn fault for rock climbing! Im scared for my own life, and I cannot take time out to help someone else.
Then guilt sets in and I inch my way over to his hand.. step by sweaty step. His cries become more and more desparate, and the earth crumbles more and more each step I take. I start to become scared of him. His hand looks unnatural, and his voice sounds like a ghost. I dont know what to do.
>wake up<
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