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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 17:52:13 GMT -5
Keizzer looked at the boy, watching him walk away from him yet again. "Just think it over." he said, looking at the male. "I think your captures would do people good, yes?" he said, before turning, and going back on his strool.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 18:00:05 GMT -5
Oliver paused and glanced over his shoulder before smiling a bit. It was rather nice to have someone encourage him to do something off the beaten path. No one had ever bothered before...
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 18:07:17 GMT -5
Keizzer headed off, unaware of the male's thoughts as he gently touched the side of a brownstone, the molding on this building was unique, perhaps he could replicate it.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:02:04 GMT -5
Oliver sighed as he entered his small townhouse, the familiar smell instantly relaxing him as he moved to undress and get out of his work clothing.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:04:45 GMT -5
Keizzer headed back to his ship. He hated earth hotels here . He took off the stiff suit and showered, before calling his uncle and informing him on the job, before beginning to draft his project.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:07:24 GMT -5
Oliver lay in the bed staring out his window, there was little to see but the other townhouses across the street, but the moonlight was quite lovely. Slowly, his eyes began to drift closed and a now-familiar face flashed before his eyes before he fell into a deep sleep.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:10:41 GMT -5
Keizzer found himself blasting a lot of Earth indie music as he worked. As Gary Go poured through the speakers, he yawned. It was getting rather late. He ordered jhis AI to shut everything off as he headed to bed.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:22:30 GMT -5
Oliver yawned loudly as his alarm clock went off and rose from the bed. Never one to complan about the mornings, he went about the business of showering and getting ready for work.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:23:35 GMT -5
Keizzer on the other hand, groaned and threw the nearest heaviest object he could find as his AI blared alarms to wake him up.
"OW!: hollered the ship. "Get the hell up!"
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:25:27 GMT -5
Oliver waited patiently in line and ordered his coffee, recieving it he headed in to work for yet another exciting day in accounting.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:28:44 GMT -5
Keizzer headed back out into the city, having heard of a palace of some sort. He dressed in more normal human clothing as he went into the large, crowded city.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:33:00 GMT -5
"Yes, sir, Mr. Blackburn, right away, sir," Oliver said automatically when the man insisted he finish the Biederman file - the same one he had recieved ten minutes before he left work yesterday - by lunch time. He knew he was being a push over but figured complaining would get him no where but fired and so such was unneccessary.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:35:28 GMT -5
Keizzer was quite impressed. This Buckingham Palace had a bit of archaic beauty to it. He rather liked it, as he was unaware humans possessed such architectural skill.
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Post by ode on May 3, 2010 20:38:37 GMT -5
Oliver stared at his food as he contemplated on whether or not he had gotten the right order. Certainly he had never tried this Mexican food before and had tried it at the request of a female coworker intent on advertising her friends business. But truly, was it supposed to look like that?
Glancing around the small picnic area just inside of the park, he wondered if it would be untoward to stop someone and ask.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 3, 2010 20:42:26 GMT -5
Keizzer was strolling, hands in his pockets as he walked along. He hummed a little, enjoying the nice day as he walked through the park.
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