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fandomhighdorms2007-03-10 05:20 pm
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Just inside the Gates, Saturday Afternoon
Billy looked at the tarps he'd found, and the raft he'd "borrowed". With the rain and everything he figured the thing could stand to be better sheltered before he went exploring.
Reaching up to scratch his head, he felt one of the slight dents in his skull where the holes were still healing.
Briefly, the pain of the needles punching through into his brain flashed in his mind, which made him remember the brain wave scanner, and his nightmare.
"Welcome home son." The Alien said with his father's voice. The feeling of thoughts and ideas not his own being forced into his mind, as if his brain were on fire.
ooc: for River, or anyone else.
Reaching up to scratch his head, he felt one of the slight dents in his skull where the holes were still healing.
Briefly, the pain of the needles punching through into his brain flashed in his mind, which made him remember the brain wave scanner, and his nightmare.
"Welcome home son." The Alien said with his father's voice. The feeling of thoughts and ideas not his own being forced into his mind, as if his brain were on fire.
ooc: for River, or anyone else.