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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.


[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I have to say, I find the whole concept of spaceflight, make that flight itself, fascinating.

Back home, mortals usually only end up in the stars when they've majorly pissed-off one of the gods.