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 (I25, 3oc) I should dream more.. (lit) 
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Joined: August 21st, 2008, 3:03 pm
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Location: Somewhere in England..
Real Name: Nathan
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IC Age: 18
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Post (I25, 3oc) I should dream more.. (lit)
Clonk, Clonk, Clonk The sounds of hammering filled the air.
It'd been a long day for Tonan, He had woken up at 8 o clock on the 25th, and now he was only just going to sleep. Too many things were running through his head. He'd given the last of his money to his parents, before quickly dashing off. He felt like a clocking idiot for that, but it felt justifed.. Sanda didn't seem to want to play nice.

Chasing the little red osta had tired him out, and all he wanted to do was sleep, but he had to set up a little tent outside Vienda, out of sight of the Dorhaven refugee camp. He nearly hit his finger and thumb countless time when trying to hammer the pegs into the ground.

He was slightly pissed at his mother for expecting too much of Mue, but slightly annoyed at Mue, for following him to the camp. He'd have to go in the morning and apologise or something. "Gotta avoid Sandra though.." he mumbled to himself.
Clonk He bit his lip and looked down. The hammer had finally landed on his thumb. the sleepiness had numbed the pain, for a few seconds. Silence hit the air, for a few moments anyway.
"Ow! Godamnit! Fuck! Ow!" he cried in pain.

That woke him up. "Gotta stop talking to yourself, you're losing it." he mumbled again.
An hour of hammering, cursing, mumbling and shuffling finally came to an end. "There, done." He wiped the sweat from his brow, staggered into the tent and slept where he fell.
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He was walking down Friar Road again, with Mue. No-one was about in Vienda at all, the place had been completely deserted.
Mue and Tonan were walking down the road, talking about things as usual. Rounding a corner, they came face to face with the crazed caster from the Riot, Alstair Murdoh. They panicked and ran into Ivan's house, which, surprisingly, was unlocked and tidy.

He walked around the front room, where only 4 days ago he and many others were manically running around throwing alcohol at people. He looked in various cupboards, seeing the empty bottles they had used before. Walking into the surgery area, they saw a chemistry kit. It smelt funny, so they left it alone.

Sticking his head out of the upstairs window, they saw Alstair had continued wandering down the street, as if he hadn't seen them. They exited the surgery and carried on down Friar road again. Mue said she had to go. "You can't go yet!" his mind was screaming for him to say. She walked up to him, and looked up. She'd done it so many times before. Just as she was going to kiss him on the cheek, something hit him on the head.
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"Augh! What the-?"
The support had fell loose and dropped onto his head.
Grumbling, he stood up and replaced the support, making sure it was going to stay this time. He booted it for good measure. It fell over again, bringing the canvas down onto him, again. He just sat and sulked for second.
"...Fuck it." He fell back asleep again, with the canvas over him.
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A dinosaur ran past him. It was being chased by a rather large.. Metal person?
"What the-?" He leant on a wall for support.
A smaller dinosaur came running over to him and shouted "High five!" while raising it's claw.
He raised his hand and high fived the dinosaur. Then it licked his face.
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"Ughbuhwha?" Tonan mumbled, again. Obsidia was on him, licking his face. "Oh, right. Yes. Morning." He packed up the tent and wandered back into Vienda. What a strange dream. He wished the first would have gone on a bit longer.

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