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Post by *Memphis Gracie Fox on Mar 11, 2010 12:35:34 GMT -5
   I am so high...I can hear Heaven I am so high...I can hear Heaven Whoa no, Heaven, no Heaven don't hear me Little China was alive with lights, sounds, and movement. The residents celebrated some unknown occasion in the form of a parade. Fireworks and sparklers glowed like blazing flowers in a sky of obsidian speckled with diamond stars and a colorful dragon teased and danced with laughing children that ran alongside him. To the untrained eye, it was an innocent festivity; but to the huntress, it was just another damn party she’d have to crash. And she’d had to crash quite a few f them, unfortunately. Not unfortunately for -her-, but quite unfortunate for the perfect little fêtes thrown by the pretty little white skinned vampires in their pretty little (big) ballrooms. Oh, the vampires always had money. And they liked to show it off by getting all their blood-sucking friends together and dressing in their Sunday best just so they could parade around like the rich and famous; all while they dabbed politely at the red dripping from the corners of their mouths. They made it so easy when they threw such gathering in building that were flammable and only had one or two exits. She lit the match and watched them burn, and danced to the sound of their screams. Memphis pulled into one deserted alley; her rebuilt Harley Davidson motorcycle thundering underneath her like a feral big cat. She revved the engine; once, twice. Oh yeah that felt nice. The Harley was her baby. As close to a child as she hoped to ever get, in the way she had built it from scratch from parts that had been cast aside like trash. Her mouth pursed a little as she ran a finger over the cool metal of the handlebar, tightening her grip on the end like giving a little squeeze to a lover’s ass. It didn’t really fit in with the non motorized bikes and peasant carts that lined the street, but Fox climbed off and removed her helmet, and in an electric blue china doll dress and a shiny black bobbed wig, she matched the scene perfectly. Her weapon of choice tonight was a pair of sharpened steel Sais that were engraved with beautiful Chinese script. She didn’t known what it read. She didn’t really care. It didn’t ‘exterminate’ the bugs, so to speak, but made it real good mess; plus the insect’s head wouldn’t do much good by way of feeding if it was 20 feet under the cold water of the Pacific. The goods were hidden in a little hello kitty backpack slung over her shoulder. It matched real nice with her outfit. Tonight the huntress was in character as the ‘china doll’ in a local massage parlor that offered a ‘happy ending’ to customers that were willing to pay a little extra. She was on a hunt for the vamp bitch that had been nibbling on the clientele after said ‘happy ending’. Ugh. Just give them a fortune cookie already. Memphis wondered if anytime before or after if the Asian uttered the phrase ‘Me love you long time.’ That brought a whisper of a smile to the hunter’s lips which grew as she pondered what she would do to the blood-sucker. The leech was going to pay; and a lot more than the measly $135.00 that was the usual charge for a massage with extras. Fox slid easily in through a back entrance and found a room with a number of waiting girls. She paced for a moment, and her azure eyes danced nonchalantly over the others. They paid little attention to her arrival, for many of the striking Asian women were new to the parlor; only working when they needed the extra cash. The huntress slid down into one fancy oriental chair, rubbing her ankles just for show. She was a ‘working girl’ and needed to play the part. After hours of standing on a street corner her feet should be throbbing from the Asian inspired wedges that wrapped around her lower leg with a silky black ribbon. Her ‘rest’ did not last very long before a white skinned woman with intense jade eyes came from a far back room. The leech wiped demurely at a crimson drop still clinging to her lower lip, and the huntress couldn’t help but let a snort of disgust escape her as she watched the woman make her way out the same back door where -she- had come in. Memphis could hear the John moaning from where the vampire had left him, so it was safe to say he’d survived. He really wasn’t of her concern, honestly. What she wanted was to taste the vampire’s throat with her blades. She was so hungry for it; she was starving. Getting to her feet the huntress quickly gathered her pack and was out in the cool night air before the vampire had a chance to disappear in the sea of revelers. Memphis could still see her shiny black hair as it parted the crowd like Moses to the sea. And so she followed. |
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Post by Janson Mark on Mar 13, 2010 13:29:53 GMT -5
 x  x  I went down down down and the flames went higher Janson loved Little China, it reminded him of the time he went to... China. He had had the time of his life and hadn't wanted to leave, but the situation was all wrong (there are a lot of werewolf hunters there for some reason). So he walked along the streets here, in California. It wasn't very easy to blend in since he was about a foot taller than the rest of the crowd and dressed in army greens. He earned many strange looks from the people who passed him as he was singing Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" under his breath and his voice was actually quite good. He had just gotten into the country from Russia (barely) and he wanted a little rest relaxation and so he came to here, and his flesh was yearning for the small hands of a little Asian girl rubbing his troubles away. He knew that they offered "happy endings," but he could get that quite easily if he put forth the effort.
Janson walked into the place and immediately smelled something... leechy. His eyes darkened and he turned back toward the door. Interrupted on his beeline route to get out and avoid trouble, he saw a beautiful woman dressed as a massage girl go after a vampire. Oh well, who wants to relax anyway? Chasing humans chasing vampires is always preferable to a massage. He rolled his eyes and set off after them, fighting the urge to go wolf so he could track them with more ease. But he resisted as that would cause quite a scene in the crowded street and he would have to make like a baby and head on out before he even got something to eat.
The girl was skilled with a pair of high-heeled shoes cause she could move and he actually had to try to keep up with her. He could see over he head and the sleek hair of the vampire that was to be the high-heeled woman's prey. Janson didn't so much want to make the kill, he would if help was needed, but he always loved to see one of those suckers get taken down. |
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Post by Ellie on Mar 13, 2010 22:51:14 GMT -5
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Fuck California. It was inevitable all Lars Trell could conjure as he sat, slumped down in a white plastic chair as an array of festivities played out before him on the streets. One could very well ask what he was doing here, or why he resented the state so much. The first could be answered by both business and pleasure. Some low life vampire chick owed his wife and him money, a compensation if you will for past incidences. For the sake of time and expense to the foolish vampire female, Lars didn't dwell on the details.
There wasn't much to be pleasured, actually, come to think of it. Lars thought he had a few contacts in California, but it appears he didn't have the initiative to get into contact with any of them. Plus, this little festival of.. Chinese fucks was really not his scene in the least. And he was an east coaster, so naturally, he thought this Little China had nothing on Chinatown, New York. Duh.
Lounging now in the chair, his feet balancing him on an adjacent support beam to the porch he was currently occupying, only two of his chair's legs met the floor. It was a bored, immature act - to balance himself on the chair, much less while puffing on a cigarette. But that's exactly how he felt, bored and aggravated. The chinks needed to shut up, and that bitch needed to come back with his money. Period.
Apparently, she had to retrieve the cash at some massage joint, grabbing a bite to eat in the process - or so he was told. Lars really didn't give a fuck what her exact plans were - he just knew they ere taking too long, and his patience was wearing thin. Not to mention he himself was hungry and hankering to scurry on back to his hotel room to sleep through the rest of the night and day until he could leave to Paris on a plane.
His tattooed hand rose to meet his mouth so he could take a drag of his cigarette just as some chick began approaching him. Not the chick he wanted to see, either. No this one was mortal, and either drunk or just mentally retarded. Her easy mannerisms seemed tempting, as she thrust her hip out one arm wrapped around the support beam his feet rested on. He could smell the alcohol intensify now that she was in close proximity to him, and decided against wavering his attention from his original task to satisfy his thirst.
Instead he gave the whore a dissatisfied look, removed one of his feet from the beam and heeled the human in the gut like she was infested with filth - just enough to cause her to stagger backward. The words, "Fuck off,"
Returning his hazel eyes to the direction his charge was to be arriving, Lars thankfully caught site of the unnaturally beautiful black hair she sported. The vampiress's movement was easily distinguishable among the throng of humans. With a thought of relief, Lars took another drag of his cigarette and waited for her to come to him - even if he was impatient as fuck.
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Post by *Memphis Gracie Fox on Mar 15, 2010 12:15:49 GMT -5
They say that a hero will save us I'm not going to stand here and wait Fox wasn’t a supernatural. Far from it. She didn’t have extrasensory sagacity nor reflexes, nor was she able to tell from mere smell that the person following her, following the vampire was a not a human at all, but a Lycan. She was just a girl; albeit an insanely obsessive one, and a seeker with a unique set of skills and an awareness of what was around her that could rival even the most sentient of immortals. The moment the man had walked out of the garishly lit building that sold ‘happy endings’, Memphis knew he was trailing her. Call it a sixth sense or something. The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose and she got a faint hum in her ear. The huntress cursed under her breath and reticently peered over her right should at the male; her blue eyes darting up and down his form quickly, taking in each and every detail about him in a matter of seconds. He seemed too...too... tawny to be vampire; there was color in his cheeks he had an all around ‘living’ glow about him whereas the female blood sucker had excessively pallid skin save the slightest blush in her face from having just fed from the John in the whore house slash massage parlor. He was probably a guardian to the vampire; a familiar; or a human that undertaken the role of guarding the immortal for the chance to perhaps receive the dark gift from his charge. Most vampires Fox had encountered didn’t respect the human race enough to trust their protection, but then there were others that found solace in knowing there was someone watching their proverbial back during the day while they slumbered. In the hunter’s eyes, Familiars were scum. Worse than the vampires they looked after. They betrayed their own kind for what? A disease that would make them yearn for blood? It was disgusting. Drawing in a deep breath Memphis returned her attention to the vampire. She was just up ahead, and thankfully, seemed to have no clue the hunter was tracking her. With narrowed azure eyes the hunter continued to trail, weaving through the revelers; deftly pulling a Sais out of her backpack with a swift fluid motion. She was so close now that she could see the fine blue veins beneath the leech’s pale skin; the hot pink tint on the toenails peeking out of the silver kitten heels she wore. An alleyway just to the right gave the huntress the drive she needed to advance. The slaughter would hopefully go unnoticed; the parade would continue and the guileless celebrants would be none the wiser. Fox held her breath as she darted agilely behind the vampire, impulsively grapping tightly onto the silk sleeve of her red oriental dress and flinging her into the alley and against the brick building that lined it. The immortal was caught unaware. There was no time to react but a widening of vibrant emerald eyes before the expertly sharpened blade slid across her throat as easy as a knife through butter. A strangled gasp escaped the slack jaw of the detached head, and Fox bent to pick it up by the shiny black locks. The animated body reached blindly out for its head; the slender form still standing back up against the structure. It would have been an altogether comical scene, but the huntress had no time to enjoy her handy work. She immediately twirled to face the pursing male; her long silver Sais at the ready as the cranium dangled from the other hand. “Come and get it, fucker.” She spat at the werewolf (though of course she had no clue he was a werewolf) Memphis Grace Fox had most often times found herself in over her wily auburn head. This was probably one of those times. She hadn't even a clue that another vampire was so close. That impulsiveness would be the death of her one day. ---------------------------------- |
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Post by Janson Mark on Mar 15, 2010 16:41:13 GMT -5
x x I went down down down and the flames went higher Janson trailed behind the girl trailing after the vampire. Hmm, a human leech hunter. That's weird. Usually humans can't stand up against the big bad bloodsuckers. He grew distracted by his thoughts and next he knew the girl was right in front of him with the vamp's head in her hand. "Come and get it, fucker." And she spat on him! Before he knew what he was going he stripped off his jacket and shifted into a wolf. His teeth were bared and he was growling low at her.
His shirt was gone and his shoes were flimsy and ripped under the preasure of his changing feet, but luckily he had worn very stretchy everything else just in case this happened and his pants and under garnment lay pooled at his back feet. In the moonlight his black pelt shone blue and his bright green eyes danced with anger. What is she doing spitting on me?! I could rip her several new holes if she needs someplace to excrete saliva besides her mouth onto the ground. He took a threatening step forward and then realized what he was doing and shifted back. "I don't need this from you. I just wanted to watch and help if you needed it. Which obviously you dont." As he talked he pulled his clothes back on, getting his jacket from the ground and buttoning it up to conceal his now naked chest.
He caused halfway up the buttoning and sniffed the air. "Uh-oh. Yeah you may need some help. How can you not smell that? Or did you know there is another vampire in the vicinity, probably going to meet and have a weird vampire orgy with this one. You want me to leave you alone to fight this one?" He was annoyed at the gall of some humans. He hadn't had to stop and help her, or try to anyway, but he had and it was very rude to assume the worst of people just because they are following you. |
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Post by Ellie on Mar 15, 2010 21:13:57 GMT -5
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Lars's hazel eyes did not blink as they followed his raven haired commission through the crowd of people. Therefore it did not take him long to notice she was indeed being trailed behind by two others. Interesting. Maybe the bitch had it in for herself with two others, maybe more. Curious he was, however, as to why a human and a werewolf were stalking a vampire.
He finally blinked, taking a drag of his cigarette as the human close behind the vampire in question closed in on her and moved her into an alley. The pair were followed soon by the male werewolf. Lars's head was inclined almost backward, his ears straining to hear and differentiate among the loudness of the setting.
How contrast, though, was his perch upon the porch. It was like something out of some backwoods slasher, almost. The young, tattooed vampire, lounging lazily on the lawn chair on the old, trashy looking porch. Lars's pale, interested face was illuminated by a singular yellow bulb above his head shrouded with mosquitoes and moths. His brows were inclined, eye sockets falling into shadow with the rest of the contours of his face. He exhaled smoke once more before deciding to step into the scene he had tried with no avail to eavesdrop in on.
With a grunt of dismay at the thought of having to pick himself up out of this scene, out of what serenity he had made for himself in his agitated stupor, Lars walked forward into the alley. Luckily enough for him, he caught the last words of the male werewolf. The words caused a close mouthed smile to curl around his cigarette.
Not before noting the bleeding, disattatched, wandering body of his IOU girl and the knives that severed it, he spoke smoothly to the two mortals, "Now, I believe an orgy by definition has more than two people fucking, at least,"
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[/color] he trailed off, the barrel of the gun still hot to the touch as he moved toward the body on the ground, knocked off balance and now convulsing on the floor from the sheer force of the bullet. The gun was fired in the gut of the torso, guts spilled out everywhere - more blood ensued. He searched first with his eyes for any sign of the money before catching sight of a satchel at the body's side. All the while his senses were trained on the pair behind him. His movements were fluid, graceful as any immortal would be as he removed the bills, wrapped in paper to view it as a type of package. At least she had delivered. He was smart enough to face the bitch with the knife, though. The head of the vampire girl staring back at him, the most pleading of looks on her face. Wasn't his fault. He had his gun at hand, ready to send one into the human if she tried anything funny. As for the werewolf... well, he could ward off a dog. A human skilled enough to take off a vampire's head? Of that the New Yorker was much more wary. [/blockquote] THIS IS TAGGED TO MEMPHIS & JANSEN. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO RADIOHEAD AS SHE WROTE THIS 620 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, haaaa, he's so whateva ~. [/justify][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/right] |
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Post by Janson Mark on Apr 12, 2010 17:51:15 GMT -5
x x I went down down down and the flames went higher Janson barred his teeth at the stench of the vampire being so close to him. His bright eyes stayed glued to the tattooed leech as he moved and took the money out of the bag after he shot the body a couple of times. The putrid scent of vampire blood intensified as it spread all over the sidewalk. Janson's eyes flicked over to the vampire huntress and they widened when they saw her run for the hills. "Hey! Are you seriously going to leave me alone with this weirdo?!" There was no fear in his voice, only disbelief at the readiness at which some humans left the job at hand to either go do another one or to just leave.
All the tension went out of Janson's slim body and he stood with his hands on his hips. "What the hell," he turned to the vampire, "How disrespectful! She just left right in the middle of a conversation. Wow the younger generation has gotten ruder and ruder." He shook his head, and laughed slightly with indignation. He then turned to the vampire again and looked him over. He doesn't look too bad. I bet I could at least hold my own against him. Janson didn't practice fighting like some people, but he knew enough to keep himself alive in these trying times three-way war.
Janson looked down and let out a chuckle as he realized that he hadn't buttoned his jacket all the way and the top of his skinny white chest was showing. He looked up at the vampire and put one hand over his mouth and a plastered a look of mock scandal and embarrassment and then began to finish the job. He hadn't totally relaxed and he was still very aware of everything that the vampire did. Janson kept track of his breathing (which he assumed was just a reflex now as their kind didn't really need it anymore), each time he blinked (which wasn't very often so it was easy to count), and where his hands were at all times. He knew vamps could move fast, but he was confident that he could move faster. True, the leech had had way more experience (probably) than Janson, but Janson had outrun vampires before and he doubted whether this was was special or anything.
But Janson wasn't looking for a fight and he was hoping that the vampire felt the same and was one of those vamps who didn't care for the feud. If not, then maybe I'll be able to persuade him. But I doubt it. Those vamps have had like a bajillion years to stew over this war and I don't care to fight alone with one who is, by the look of him, one of the older ones. [/size] |
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Post by Ellie on Apr 12, 2010 18:55:22 GMT -5
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Lars's eyes shot up with the slightest hint of movement from in front of him. The chick with the head and knaves quickly dropped the head and legged it in the other direction into the swirling mess of the festival on the street. Lars was pleased, obviously the thread of a vampire was enough, but a vampire.. merciless to even his own and and with a gun - much too much for her to handle? Lars didn't blame her. God knows if se tried anything funny he wouldn't hesitate to scold or warn, just send a bullet or two straight into her pretty mouth. It was all for the best.
As for his charge, or what was left of her, he figured was up for him to decide. If he let her just rot there - which was his intention - she would surely slip into some blood loss induced coma and die. Nothing but fire or sunlight could truly kill a vampire. But once you got your head cut off and no one rushed you to get it reattached - or you lost considerable amounts of blood before your body healed - you could slip into a coma of sorts. Lars wasn't positive on how exactly you could revive one of this coma, all he knew was if you were in that situation, as his charge was now, you were as good as dead, mostly because you were so dependent on others to do whatever is is they want with your body.
Lars shuffled the package under his arm and stood up to the werewolf, to whom he was considerably shorter to. C'est la vie. The werewolf had gone on some fucking tangent as Lars contemplated his actions with the helpless head over there - something about rudeness and whatnot. Lars just sort of eyed him coldly, expelling smoke up into his face as hazel eyes analyzed him from an arms length away. He was mainly wondering what exactly this man saw from the situation. Here lies a massacred corpse and a ruthless enough looking vampire with a .45 at his disposal.. and this nimrod is worried out the mannerisms of today's society and.. his shirt. Smart.
Lars finally rolled his eyes and nodded a little, looking down, "Okay, look dumb ass,"
Sighing, Lars looked back at the mess, the beheaded girl sort of pleading from the ground on which she lied on her check. You haven't seen much until you've witnessed a decapitated head talk. Lars took one more drag of his cigarette before flicking it into the puddle of her blood. His bright eyes fixed on the werewolf again, "You want that?" he offered, his eyes then following the pleads from the head. It was a sick offer, Lars knew, but he sure as hell wasn't going to make use of the pretty face on the floor when he had a full-bodied wife at home. As for this guy, though, a free head in an alley might be what he needed… literally. Maybe he'd have a bleeding heart and stitch her back together afterwards, fuck knows Lars wasn't going to make the effort.
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Post by Janson Mark on Apr 12, 2010 19:28:13 GMT -5
x x I went down down down and the flames went higher Janson didn't know what to do with his arms so he shoved his hands in his pockets and balled then up into fists. He was a little cold, but he wasn't going to start showing any kind of weakness in front of this guy. He took a couple of steps back and forth, not sure what would happen now.
Janson was quite flattered when the vampire said he seemed like a nice guy... even if he was called a dipshit nobody and his life was threatened in the same statement, but he took the good where he found it and kind of ignored the bad. But he did keep the vamp's promise in mind when he thought about how he would further the conversation.
He didn't have to think long because Leechy McGee offered him the she-vamp's head that the "huntress" had left behind. He shook his head, repressing the urge to ralph all over the place. He almost ran to the dumpster that wasn't too far from them when it started to talk to the male vampire. "No, I'm good actually. But thanks for the offer." He took a few steps over to it, trying to breathe through his mouth and avoid ruining his own shoes and the silk-looking hair of the femleech.
He didn't exactly know if the girl was dead or not, he had heard that only fire or sunlight could officially kill them, but he wasn't so sure now. The gutted, headless body looked pretty dead to him. "Can you guys even live... like this? Without any... innards or like a um... head?" He hadn't had much experience with the anatomy and what the vampire body was capable of, he just tried to stay out of their way when they wanted to hurt them and try not to piss them off when they didn't want to.
Janson tried to take his mind from the pleading head and looked back to the guy. He would have held out his hand, but having them clenched in his pocket had made them sweaty and he never wanted to submit anyone to having to shake a sweaty hand, none-the-less someone who was in a convenient position to kill him. "My name is Janson Mark. May I ask yours? Or more importantly, will you tell me yours?" As its not very important that he ask, as long as he got an answer. |
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Post by Ellie on Apr 22, 2010 17:04:46 GMT -5
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Lars witnessed his reaction and gave a toothy grin and single exhale of a laugh. He was entertained, he wouldn't lie. The man acted as if he'd never imagined something sexually obscene… well, maybe he hadn't with a mangled head, but still. Lars was surely not the only one who'd thought up such things, he was sure. Understandably, this was a werewolf, and he was a vampire. Lars kept forgetting that his libido was tenfold what it was when he was sixteen thanks to his naturally seductive species. So with a mental shrug, he figured maybe this wolf didn't think the same. To each their own. But the fact was his face, how hilarious Lars thought it was, and his decline. Lars couldn't help but look up at him from an angle, eyes sly tin a questioning manner as his ridiculous smile lingered on his face, "I highly doubt you're really thankful," he mocked.
About to set his feet in motion, Lars was stopped again by the were's voice. He was beyond the point of irritability, since this guy had brought him a little jovial lightness to the grueling night of business. Hazel eyes pierced the physically older ones, then flicked down again to the head, "Well… technically yeah, I mean we can live without our… 'innards'…" the young New Yorker was not accustomed to such slang, "But a head is a totally different fucking story,"
A half smile ordained his lips as he rotated back around, eyebrows rising a little at the werewolf. His name? Lars pondered it for a moment, as the werewolf posed his question carefully. Interesting. He always liked being treated like fucking royalty, but that was relatively easy when the person who was kissing your ass was in mortal danger at your mercy and all. Lars wasn't going to do anything to him, though, because Lars wasn't as ruthless as the behavior he'd exhibited tonight. He wasn't for killing very many innocent people, and refrained form draining humans as much as he could, ecetera. He was a very life-loving vampire, if there ever was one. "Should there be a reason for me not to tell you?" |
[/color] Lars questioned, beginning to walk out of the blood drenched alley, It's Lars," he said plainly, without looking back to the listener as he spoke - feeling as if a last name was unneeded in such circumstances. As if he wanted some gullible werewolf looking him up in the fucking phone book for coffee and cigarettes. No. [/blockquote] THIS IS TAGGED TO JANSEN. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO PLACEBO AS SHE WROTE THIS 531 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, will be back in two weeks... I got in trouble at school, ugh. [/justify][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/right] |
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