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Zeitgeist · 05-16-2012, 01:16 PM

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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

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Zeitgeist had managed to travel from one side of Nova Scotia to the other over time. The place turned out to not be all that large, at least where width was concerned. But then again this was something he could have easily already speculated because of the map that he kept with him at all times. It was the possession that he kept tucked close to his heart, quite literally in fact as it resided in a pocket placed upon the inside of the vest that he wore. The pocket was situated over his left breast. The map wasn't anything fancy but just a wrinkled and creased piece of paper that definitely showed its age and how often it was looked upon.

For a brief moment Z had considered pulling out the map again but it wasn't like he really needed to as he had practically had it memorized. Still, it was a memento that served to remind him of the one that he still thought dearly of. Because of that he refused to part with it as he had his other belongings. All possessions that Zeitgeist had now were what was on his body. Had he known that he wasn't to find the wealth and riches so easy to come by over on this side of the world than he might have tried to bring it all with him. Instead now he was forced to live pretty much like he had started out in life, just a street tramp out begging for scraps and hand outs. Well, except there weren't really any streets to find out here.

Or maybe he was wrong on that as he came upon dirt pathways that had unmistakenably been roads at one point. He followed these for a ways, Guillotine and Ptolemy with him as they always here, before turning to get closer to the water. The dog ended up kneeling down in order to peer into the water, trying to see through to the bed at the bottom. He had learned that at times shiny baubles could be found in the silt and washed in by tides. Zeitgeist reached a hand into the water in order to try and feel for the bottom of the stream to see what hidden treasures could be found down there.

And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
Be sure to come around, I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

Table by the Mentors!

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