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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 910186" data-attributes="member: 10680">Catacombs, Pepsi CenterDenver, ColoradoOctober 2002The coach gives Leo a big, almost fatherly, grin."Say, kid - first time nerves bugging you? That's alright, they've all had them, before the first game." He tightens his grip on Leo's shoulder in a an encouraging squeeze. "You'll do fine, I'm sure. Well, there's only one way to get rid of those nerves, and that's by going out there. Better get yourself ready, you just made the  starting six."Leo's vision seems to return, and a look at the stands confirm that Gus is indeed there. He has a bit of a grim look, but that's probably because he's not allowed to smoke in the arena. As they make eye contact, a small smile reaches Gus' eyes and he gives a shake of his head, as if to say 'Well, get out there, and kick some butt!'The sounds in the arena were hushed as the referee called the starting players from both teams to the court, ready to begin the game.  Leo's new career was about to begin.OoC: Leo_______________________Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts DepartmentBoston, Massachussetslate afternoon, October 2002The man stood patiently before Jason, waiting for the student to regain his bearing. His arms rested in front of his body, one hand folded in the other."I am sorry to have scared you so. I am sure that all of this must come as quite a surprise to you. I can see that you have not come to peace with the events of that night, and with the fire." It might just have been the man's accent, but there was a strange emphasis on the last word, an emphasis that seemed to suggest that there was a deeped meaning to the word." I am here because I want to help you understand. Please, if you would accompany me for a walk through the gardens, I will try to explain."OoC: Jason_______________________Bad Albert's Tap and GrillSeattle, Washingtonfriday night, October 2002The young woman with the dark curls happily takes the note from Charles. "Oh, wow. That would be great, I'd love to get together sometimes. Wow, er.. great." The smile on her face is radiating, she looks a bit abashed at begin invited by a man whom she felt was quite out of her league. Grabbing her guitar case, she waves her goodbys to some friends and the owner behind the bar, and left.Back at Charles' table, the older man had taken a chair. Charles could tell that he had been watching him, possibly overhearing the short conversation with Carrie. The man's gaze follows the girl as she leaves the bar. He mumbles to himself, but the words are more than loud enough for Charles to hear."She sings very lovely. I think that she will have a good life ahead of herself, if she is encouraged to follow her dreams. I think this bar is a very good place to start one's career. I do not think it is a good place to end it, though..."The man turns his attention back to Charles. He rejects the offer of the cigarette, instead takes a small drink from his soda."Ah, yes... I was just thinking that this was an excellent place to start one's career. You, Mister Actors," either the man already forgot about Charles' request to call him by his first name, or he had simply chosen to ignore it, "have you never aspired a real career, some goal to strive towards?OoC: Charles_______________________Cavendish Laboratory, room 13.114Cambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, in the morningKalantar looked a bit surprised at the speed with which his student grabbed the book from his hands."I think he turned to leave after he gave me the parcel. But it was only just ago. If you hurry, you might still catch him. Well, I've got some things to do, I'll see you at lunch?" With that, the professor left the room and sped across the hall in his familiar hurried pace.Ty ripped open the paper and finally felt the familiar touch of the leather again. As he turned the book, Ty noticed a small card, which had been wrapped in with the book, fall to the floor.He gave in to the overwhelming urge to open the book, and found its pages exactly as he knew them, although he didn't truely remember what had been written in it.OoC: Ty</blockquote>

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