Blood On The Walls

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-02-2011, 04:28 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Fae; 741 words

It could almost be said that Ouija had taken up residence in the hunting lodge. Of course this wasn't exactly so. He still stayed within his underground cave but he had been spending more and more time in the lodge as of late. But then again he had to in order to keep the fire going and to watch over it. He needed that heat so that he could cure the hides that had been obtained. With the fire to keep the room warm he didn't have to worry about frozen water to slow down the progress. There had been mention of trading crafts that had been spoken about on occasions before. Because of this he was trying to ready what he could. He had some of all sizes, since he wasn't certain what would be wanted. Any animal he had found, as well as those from the group kill, had been skinned so that he could have something to continue to keep himself busy. The ones that were finished were placed in a small pile in the corner. Those mostly consisted of the moose that had been hunted down a bit ago. Then there were the smaller ones rabbits and ermines as well as the beavers that he had grown a taste for the flesh of.

He wasn't working on any of those at the moment. What he got was a chance find. A seal pup had gotten lost and separated during migration and he happened to have found it. Of course this became a new project for him. The pup had such wonderful fur that he figured that anyone would easily want it. It was so soft and thick. It really would make a wonderful gift for that special someone. So perhaps he should keep it for himself rather than putting it in the trade pile. Though there wasn't someone that he was currently looking to court. No, it would probably work better for a trade. That is unless someone in the pack came along and ended up wanting it. It was such a rare find. Or maybe not so rare. It was the first that he had seen though. But maybe if he actually sat at the coast and watched constantly then maybe he would see more now that he knew they were out there.

He had gotten fur stripped away from flesh already. He placed the pelt to the side in order to finish cleaning in a small bit of time. First he wanted to get started on turning the meat to jerky so that it would last longer. He cut the meet into long thin strips to place over a previously found rack to use in the fireplace in order to smoke the meat. He figured he would go ahead and get this done so that the meat would spoil. It also gave it time to start drying out while he continued to work on something else. It was just one more thing to keep busy with. After all he only wanted to clean up the underside of the pelt and scrape away any of the missed meat that he could, not that he tended to leave much behind anymore, and just leave it as smooth and clean as possible. He had to clear away as much flesh and blood as possible before it would have to spend days soaking. And since he had to remove the brains to soak the pelt in anyways it would just be easier to cut up the flesh while he was at it.

He took his time as he sliced up the meat. After all he had to make sure that the strips were thin enough to smoke but not too thin or else there would be nothing left to eat as they dried. Of course he started with long strips that were taken from down the entire length of the animal and then he cut them shorter so that there would be more strips. As well as it would prevent the meat from hanging directly into the fire. It was time consuming but he was enjoying himself. It kept his hands busy and that was the most important part of it all. He wasn't sure how it would taste but he was trying to make sure there was enough for the pack to share. Even if it meant cutting the jerky into smaller strips once it was all done.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-02-2011, 01:26 PM

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OOC: lalalala this is forward dated to when Mars is accepted into Cda. SSWM wc:605

It'd been only a few days that he had been in the new pack, and he had found himself quite at home here, with the rest of these artists. Early this morning, he had gone back to the Court packlands and he began to load his stuff up into Vox's back and then to ride it back to the new house that he had taken to in Thornbury. He had gotten all of his fabrics together first, as well as the basic essentials that he would need tonight in the packlands, just in case he didn't make it back to CdM and then back to CdA before Bartholomew decided to be a bitch and come out to play. Mars could only figure that Orin had not met Bart, simply because she still found Mars to be amusing, a friend who was sane. Nobody knew the half of what was up with this kids' head. Mars was a nutcase and that wasn't the end of it at all. So the nutcase had his little packs of stuff and he lead his stallion with his hands on the reigns, and he also lead his little black sheep along with him and Vox. The sheep had gone along with Mars simply because Mars was the one who it was given to, and he wanted the pelt of the sheep when it was full and not winter so he could make some clothes from the wool.

He'd yet to meet anyone else of the pack yet, nor had he had too much time to wander around the packlands before he claimed the store next to Orin's book shop. He felt like he'd be more comfortable in this place because he was next door from someone he felt at least somewhat comfortable with. Plus, the two had plans for their play, so they needed to be easily accessible to each other. Mars had gotten back within the CdA pack lands around noon or so where he would lead Vox back towards where he thought Thornbury was. Mars happened to have entered the packlands a little bit too north and ended up heading towards the hunting lodge. Stupid Mars. Maybe you should have paid more attention. He didn't realize that he was going to the wrong place until he had seen a building off in a distance, old but still standing. Vox nickered softly and his ewe grunted as Mars pulled at the ropes for both of them to lead them through the snow and to that building.

The wolf-dog man had walked on and on with his livestock, still trying to find his way to where he needed to be. The winter breeze made the wolf-dog shiver lightly, him dreading that his coat was still thin in some parts. The leather jacket and his pants did give him some more warmth, but his nose and face was cold. Mars hurried to the lodge and once he had gotten up to the door, he tied his livestock to a pillar to the lodge and he went up to the door and creaked it open. As soon as he did open the door, the stench of death and meat emerged from the lodge. Mars licked his lips hungrily, simply because it smelt so damn delicious. He looked into the door, steel eyes peering around the place until they stopped on a being, ivory pelted but covered in blood, dirt, poorly taken care of pelt. Mars was much cleaner than this man. This was obvious since Mars' white fur was actually white. Mismatched black ear fell back on Mars' head. Uhm...Hello? the American asked.

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-06-2011, 12:21 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Fae; Okay, works for me; 506 words

The process was time consuming. Cut a strip, lay it over the rack, cut another strip, lay that one over the rack as well. Though he quickly picked up a rhythm and was able to knock it out fairly quickly. He got the meat shaved away from the carcass in order to start the drying process that would end up taking a few days. So far he seemed to be the only one to frequent the lodge. But then again he was usually working on one thing or another. With the season that it was he couldn't be outside to do this and so he had to stay inside for a good length of time in order to watch over the fire and make sure that his work wasn't ruined. After all it would take the rest of the season and then some in order to make up for anything that he happened to lose. The larger pelts would be harder to make up with the migratory animals having passed through the area already.

Just as he was looking to crack open the skull he heard another's voice. He turned his head to look towards the door. "Hey, come on in and have a seat. Fire's nice and warm." He placed the rounded potion of the skull into his mouth in order to crack it open with his teeth. Once that was done he pried away the bone and dug in to pull out the brain and dropped it into a bucket of water. Of course that was his holding bucket so that the brains wouldn't grow foul while he had to soak the hide in water alone. The water would help to mask the smell so that other critters wouldn't break in and steal what he needed to finish his task. Especially since this was such a rare find. He couldn't just go out to find another to replace it with.

"If you don't mind your meat raw you can take a piece otherwise it'll take a couple of days to dry out." He spoke the words as he rubbed the blood on his hands into his fur. It was just a quick clean up job. Enough so that he didn't transfer it to the pelt that he would be cleaning. And that is exactly what he reached for. He pulled over the skin and picked up his knife to scrape clean the underside of the hide, making to remove the clinging bits of flesh and blood. He dragged the blade of the knife from the top of the skin on down to the bottom in straight columns, the edge of the blade being used to do just this. He took his tine in doing so, having put his full concentration on the task. He didn't want to risk tearing the pelt in the process. It wasn't one that could be easily replaced. Besides, he had always taken his time with his work. He was taught to do things with perfection or not at all.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-06-2011, 03:23 PM

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OOC: Big Grin SSWMWC:509

Mars heard the cracking of something, and then another wave of the smell of blood had traced the inside of his scarred coal nose. His nose twitched and he licked his lips again before a voice welcomed him into the delicious smelling lodge. Mars was skeptical of the kindness that the man had offered without even knowing the man, but Mars found that he probably would be rude to not divulge in what he was invited to. Mars took a step into the door, and he closed it behind him before he started to move towards the blood splattered man. Mars ended up silently taking a seat next to the fire, and he let his steel eyes slowly move on the man who was wayy too concentrated in what he was doing. Mars stayed silent, and ended up actually watching the man because he didn't want to break the man's concentration. Mars was surprised visibly as the man had offered him some of the meat, that was, if he was a raw meat eater. Mars, believe it or not, liked his food cooked and raw, it just depended on the way it was cooked and he also depended on what mood he was in. Right now, at this present moment in time he was in the mood for raw.

That's very nice of you.. the man spoke to the other, calmly and cooly, like he normally was. I like my meat both ways. I never was allowed to be picky when it came to food.. the man spoke, looking over to the bloodied man. His black ear fell back on his head as he looked at all the blood that was on him. What kind of meat is it? Mars asked, before he picked up a slice between his padded fingers. It smelt like nothing he had ever tasted before, and he was curious as to what it tasted like. He sniffed it up close, almost putting his nose on it before he reached his tongue out and grabbed it with his tongue and brought the meat into his mouth. He chewed the meat quite noisily, it being fatty, and just what he needed really for his fur to start growing out thicker. That was delicious. the man complimented the meat, and gave a small smile. My name is Mars Russo. I'm new to D'Arte. Who're you? the man asked, wondering who this bloodied man was.

Mars heard a nicker that came from outside from Vox, possibly telling Mars that he was cold or something, but since Mars didn't know how to speak the low speech that Vox did, he didn't know that the steed was asking to be let into the warm, but bloody hunting lodge. Mars didn't think he'd want to have to deal with cleaning up horse shit from the hunting lodge anyways. Mars absently looked over to the door where the sheep and the horse awaited him. Can I have another? the man asked, pointing at the other strips of meat that was on the racks.

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-11-2011, 06:02 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Fae; 1006 words

Ouija had many of his own quirks though living in a cult had many blessings. He offered out what he had without a concern for getting anything in return. Those in the cult took care of each other and their needs.What was had was shared. If he could do something that another could not he would give away his services without expectation of reward. The opposite happened as well, he received help from others for things he had no idea about himself. Like he depended on Demi for his fix of shrooms. And he lined her den with soft furs to sleep on. So of course the fur in his hands made him think of his sister though he had no idea what had happened to her. He was tempted to save it for her just in case he ever ran into her again. But who was to say that would ever happen? For all he knew she could very well be dead as were his other friends in the cult.

An ear twitched as he listened to the other enter and move closer. He felt eyes on him but he didn't look up. "I'm cleaning it." He explained even though the question wasn't asked. "Getting all of the blood and extra meat off of it so it will be smooth and ready to be soaked so that I can stretch it out later and make stuff from it." He lifted his hand with the knife in it and made a vague motion towards the pile of completed hides in the corner of the room. "Some seem to think that they can be traded for other things so I'm just saving up what is done for now to see if they can be used or not." Though it wasn't like he didn't skin and tan everything with a pelt that he killed anyways. And he wasn't killing to just kill. He, or in the case of the moose, and the rest of the pack ate the meat. So nothing was being wasted. He simply dried out the meat to make it last longer though it still got eaten.

"Well I have plenty to share. Still have the organs left over well if you want those instead. Just cut up the rest of it to dry it out so that it will last longer and I don't have to worry about it going foul if it doesn't all get eaten in a single sitting." He really tried his damnedest to not let anything go to waste. He really hated to waste things, especially meat in the winter when there were no back up supplies. No, he figured out ways to save everything that he could.

He sat up, having had to hunch over to scrape clean the underside of the pelt, and stretched. He placed down his knife so that he could run his fingers over his work and check to make sure that it was even. The question had him glancing up at the other and shrugging slightly. "I'm not really sure. I've never seen this before. I found it on the coast though, it had been swimming in the water." He turned over the hide so that the fur could be seen and tried to fold it up the best that he could in order to make it resemble the animal that it had come from. He held up what he had to show it off. "Have you seen it before?" He asked as he looked to the other man. "The fur is really soft and since there was talk of trading I thought that others might want something like this." He explained why he had gotten the animal even though he had no idea what it was. It was just an opportunity that he simply found himself unable to pass up.

He smiled as the other tasted the meat and seemed to like it. "What does it taste like? I haven't tried it yet since I've been working on everything else." He had simply been keeping his mind too busy to even think about eating. That was something that he was going to do on a break since he was working on a time schedule. After all the sooner he could get the pelt to soaking then the sooner that he could get to actually completing it. "I'm Ouija, founding craftsman."

At the sound he glanced to the door before glancing to the man that he found out was Mars. "Yours?" He questioned simply because he had no idea whose it could be. He knew that it wasn't his own though. But perhaps it belonged to the female that had come for the tattoo. After all she was to return for coloring and she had a horse with her when he had first met her. He couldn't think of any others that would visit the lodge though. Not with all the time that he spent alone in it.

"Of course. You can take however much you want. I think I might have some that is dried still. Not the same as this animal but some rabbit instead. I can easily go out and hunt and get something else." He had learned to dig out burrows to get to some of the animals that would hide underground and sleep, or just hide. Because of that he was pretty confident with his abilities. And as he had said before there were still the organs left to eat and perhaps some dried meat as well. He certainly wasn't worried about starving at all. Not like others in the pack seemed to be. After all the talk for trading had come from worry for food supply. But he had never been worried. He knew that there were fish in Fundy Bay and so he could easily get those. That is what they did in New Brunswick if something extra was needed in the winter. If one was resourceful enough then there was always a way to find food.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-14-2011, 01:52 AM

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ooc: sorry if this sucks, my brain is sleep deprived.

Mars didn't ask, but the man had explained what he was doing. Mars watched and listened intently. He knew what the man was doing, and he knew the process from experience, for he was a cook. He didn't interrupt though, since the man had been pretty much continuing talking about what he needed to talk about. He mentioned something about the pelt and him stretching it and making it trade-able. Mars nodded his head to the other man, understanding what he was saying. He was silent for a moment, and he just looked at the fire before the bloodied man would continue to speak about how he was drying out the meat so that he could save it for later. Mars had done the same with the sheep's meat that Addison had given him when he was back in the Court. It looks like it's soft... the man spoke about the pelt, his steel eyes looking over at the aqua-eyed wolf man. I'm also sure that you'll be able to finish it all off. It's yummy enough. the man spoke, nodding his head lightly before the crimson tinted man had continued to speak yet again. This time it was about what this creature was. He only explained that he had seen it swimming and that he didn't know what it was. Mars looked at it as the man fiddled with it to make it look somewhat like what the animal looked before he had murdered and skinned it. Mars shook his head. No. the man simply told the other. The man continued to speak about trading it. Mars actually was pretty interested in the pelt simply because he had never seen it before, and it was actually very beautiful. I would be interested in trading for it. It looks nice enough to put on the inside of a jacket or something... the American spoke to the other.

Ouija asked of the taste of the meat and Mars took another piece in his hands and he licked the fatty meat. He looked at the other and opened his mouth to speak. It tastes...different. I dunno what it really would be related to. It's sorta fishy, but not really.. It's fatty and mammalian.. the quiet man spoke to the other, shrugging at his fail attempt to describe the taste. It's yummy though. the man added before he wrapped his tongue around the flesh and sucked it into his mouth from his hand and he then the other man introduced himself as Ouija, the founding craftsman. Mars nodded his head, taking the name into his mind and storing it for later use. When Vox nickered, Ouija had asked if it was Mars'. Mars nodded his head almost eagerly. Yeah, I also have a sheep out there. I'm no farmer though, I mean, I can, but I'm a musician. Mars calmly and cooly spoke to the craftsman, if anything there was an edge of confidence in what he was. He loved to make music more than anything. Acting came second, and then there was farming and making clothes. Even in the beginning, when Skye asked him what he wanted to be, he straightly said, with no hesitation, that he wanted to be a musician. That was point blank. Simple as that.

Thanks Ouija. Mars thanked the man. What other crafts do you do besides skinning? the man asked, cocking his head lightly to the right.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 01-15-2011, 10:54 PM

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If the other were to have stopped him and told him that he already knew all about the subject then Ouija would have shut up rather than filling the silence with information that wasn't really needed. Instead he had felt himself being stared at and had went into the explanation simply because he thought the other was curious. After all it wasn't the first time that Ouija had to explain himself and his habits. After all he already had strange looks cast in his direction for his colorful appearance, not that he was quite as colorful at this time of year. At least not as he had been during the spring months. Though he planned on stocking up for when winter came again. He really didn't like going without all of the brilliant colors. He had been doing it for as long as he could remember so being colorful was just a part of who he was now. To not have color had to mean that there was something wrong with him. Granted it was only blood mostly now but it was still some hint of color.

"It is." He held out the pelt for the other to feel it. "Here, feel for yourself." He smiled, trying to let the other know that it was okay and that he didn't mind. After all Ouija wasn't the selfish sort at all. Which should be noticed since he was freely giving away the meet of his kill which he had intentions of eating himself. But that was just part of how he was raised. Everything was communal and shared. Of course there were personal possessions that were used for each canine's craft but the general consensus was that things were shared among those in the cult. If one could do something that another couldn't then talents were shared. He was the one that often branded and colored the others of the cult. Just as he went to other for medical needs or more elaborate meals than dried meat. He didn't know how to do those for himself but others shared their talents freely. Just like he depended on Demi for his stash of shrooms since he had no idea how to sustain them himself.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not worried about not being able to finish it. I've done this plenty of times before. And well, there are always others that can use a meal." He didn't mind giving away to the less fortunate. He did well enough for himself that he really wasn't too worried. But then again he had a pretty lax attitude where he didn't worry about too much. He mostly allowed for things to happen as they would and that was it. Life wasn't any fun if you stressed about it all of the time. You just had to learn to let go and live.

Once he finished with the skin and had cleaned it as best as he could he finally got up to go and put it into a bucket of plain water to get it started on the soaking process since it would take three days for that alone. "Really? He glanced back at the other. Well give me about a week or so and it should be ready. Normally I don't trade." He paused in the middle of his words to give a shrug. "The others in the pack seems to think that they can get food for it. Where I came from we just always shared what we had. You would just offer your services and talents to those that needed it without expecting anything in return." He wasn't used to asking for something in return for what he made. "What do you think it is worth? Or any of those?" He asked and motioned to the rest of the work area, to the other pelts in their buckets and the ones that were completed in the corner. It felt weird to him to ask for something in return for what he did. "I mean if I have to trade them then I need to know what to ask for, right?" He sounded uncertain as he spoke, it was clearly a subject that he knew nothing about. It was one that made him uncomfortable.

Once he had the pelt taken care of he came back over to sit next to Mars, remaining in the floor. Now that he had nothing to work on for the time being he finally reached for a piece of meat to chew on it. "What is it that you play?" He asked, clearly interested. He didn't have much experience with musicians. At least not outside of the percussion needed for rituals. The music and dancing that he had the greatest amount of experience with were all for rituals.

He nodded his head as he was thanked and reached over to grabs the poker so that he could shift around the coals so that they wouldn't die out. He then reached over to add a few more twigs just to ensure that it would remain lit but didn't add enough for a large fires to form. No, he only wanted the smoke to reach the meat and coat it to add in that bit of flavor to it as it dried out. "I do a bit of this and that." He said with a shrug and looked to Mars. He pointed to his ears and the runes that had been branded and colored there. "I've done these among others." He then reached for his snake skin gris gris that he always wore and lifted it up for the other male to see it without having to remove it from about his neck. "Made this as well." He dropped his protective bag to fall back against his chest again. "I don't have my satchel with me but I made that as well as the athames and the dolls that are inside of it. I have also carved thing out of wood as well. I gave Orin the key that I was working on when I met her. Hold on..." He got up suddenly and went over to the table a short distance away and picked up a small wooden moose from on top of it. It was something that he had finished not long ago.

The moose was brought over and handed over to moose. "It isn't much but it is what I have done right now. Just something that I kept busy with when I had nothing else to do and had to stay to watch the fire." There was no real purpose for it other than having to have something to work on in order to bide his time. "I should start on something else soon but not certain what to make." The male really couldn't relax and just sit still without something to work on. He had to keep his hands and mind busy instead of just sitting idly by.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-27-2011, 03:01 PM

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ooc: sorry for the wait

Ouija was a nice man. It had been rare for him to meet such nicer people such as Ouija, ones who were willing to be as nice like this to him, but then again, since he had been here, he had not run into any real unfriendly ones. He was waiting for someone like Edge to show up. He was waiting for Lyndi to come and beat the shit out of him. He was waiting for the hatred to be inflicted upon him like it was when he had been in Fresno for that first period of his life. Lately his luck had been good, but he was sure that someone would either get pissed off by him, or Bartholomew would piss someone off. Either way, it would revert to pain in the end of it all, weither it be emotional or physical. Physical was more like it though. Mars was able to deal with that easier than emotional pain. The man offered the pelt to him, to feel it. Mars reached out his ivory hand and he had touched it, feeling the softest of pelts under his fingers. It made him want the pelt even more. Mars pulled his hand away from the pelt so that the man would be able to finish doing what he was doing with it and he had put a small actor's smile on his lips to make it look like he was at least a little bit friendly. It's very soft....It's a really good find.. the man spoke cooly to the blood painted man. Ouija had continued to speak about how he was not worried about the food being eaten. Mars wouldn't be concerned either, it was more of Mars would have been more greedy and kept the meat mostly to himself, only friends would more than likely get a free meal. People he did not know, more than likely not. He didn't like being outwardly kind to others that he did not know. Ouija had been kind to him, and Mars didn't have a reason to be mean, so he wouldn't be mean to the man, but he would never be too outwardly kind to the other man. Simply because he couldn't. It wasn't possible for him. Not unless him and Ouija became good friends. That would be hard, since there weren't too many that could deal with two different personalities. Especially ones that were two polar opposites of each other. Ouija told him he was not concerned with getting rid of the food. Between himself and Bartholomew, Mars was not surprised when there was no food around the house for him to eat. He technically ate for two since he had the two different entities inside of him he guessed.

Ouija seemed rather excited about Mars' offer to trade for the soft pelt that he had already decided that he wanted. Ouija then asked Mar what he would trade for it since the other was not used to the whole trade thing, only the give apparently. He apparently only had offered himself and expected nothing in return. Mars was not like this, though when he was under the watchful eye of his mother, he had not been able to trade very much of anything for anything just in case Mars would find something nicer to trade for than his brothers and sisters or whatever. Mars thought about what he could trade for the pelts. I dunno.. he started off to speak. What I'd offer was some clothing, or maybe some art or something.. I figure it would depend on what your trader can do as far as talent went.. the man explained to the other, shrugging his shoulder lightly to the other to tell him that these were the only suggestions he had. Mars did not know the value of a pelt, simply because he had done so many things for objects. He figured it was up to the person to decide what they wanted from the other to trade in the end of it all.

The quiet man was much more silent than the other, who talked much more than he. Mars had watched the man and his movements. The man had returned to sit next to Mars around the fire, and he picked up meat to chew on. Mars followed suit with the grabbing of the meat and then he had put it in his mouth to chew on the fatty tissue of the animal. Ouija spoke other words to Mars, asking him what he played as far as instruments went. I mainly play guitar, but I do know how to play the Piano and the Violin. the man explained. He did know how to play such instruments, but his piano was much too large to carry from California to Nova Scotia, and his violin had been shattered by Bartholomew when Bartholomew had gone into a hissy fit about some stupid little shit that he always used to flip his shit about. If he was to get another piano, and violin, then the man would play all three of them periodically. He still wanted to play the violin and the piano. He just needed the instruments. Hopefully he'd find some here in Nova Scotia.

Ouija would then go into what he was able to do. He picked up a wooden moose and showed it to Mars, as well as a satchel and a few other things. Mars looked at each object with interest before returning them back to their owner. You are quite skilled Mars told the man, before Ouija would go into how he only worked on things because he was bored. It was a good thing to do when you were bored, he supposed. Mars would always make music when bored, but that was Mars, and Ouija, was Ouija. It's a good thing to keep busy. the man spoke softly, an actor's smile playing on his American lips.

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