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the gym; friday afternoon

Fri, 14 Aug 2015 08:59:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

The past few instances of being in the gym hadn't gone really well for Flick. But, things had changed and he didn't want to leave the island without visiting it one more time. He wasn't going full out today because he didn't feel like he really had to. He was at the heavy bag, throwing a few easy punches while he circled around said bag.

This felt a lot easier today and Flick wasn't sure if that was a change in attitude, training finally taking hold, or a combination of both. He just knew that he didn't feel the need to pulverize the bag with his fists. His knuckles thanked him.

He'd worked up a good sweat but his face wasn't screwed up in anger and pain. It was just a good, strenuous workout.

[Open place and post]

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the gym; thursday afternoon

Thu, 16 Jul 2015 09:06:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

If Flick wanted to be a Shadowhunter, he figured he'd have to really work on changing his fighting style. Being vicious had worked for him all this time but apparently, that wasn't going to work where he was headed. He'd been working with Isabelle over the past few months but he still hadn't really completely let go of what he'd learned.

Today, he'd taken a run around the island and was now in the gym, practicing targeted shots on the heavy bag. The focus was on striking places on the body that could take a person down and not just beating the hell out of them for the sake of it.

It was harder than it sounded. His focus was good but he continued to feel almost clumsy and, in the end, ended up getting frustrated and falling right back on bad habits.

Time to beat the heavy bag.

[Open]

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The Salle, Friday Afternoon

Fri, 10 Jul 2015 17:57:00 GMT

Posted by: spin_kick_snap

Kathy had been getting ~~handwavy~~ lessons in knifework from Eliot for several months now and she was starting to get pretty good at it. They still spent more time sparring with markers than they did with even practice blades, but she had fewer and fewer streaks of ink across her skin and clothing when they finally broke for the day. So--progress?

While Kathy had yet to figure out how to practice actual knifework by herself (save for practicing reversing her grip until her wrists hurt), a lot of her lessons were actually teaching her a martial art--Krav Maga, she thought. Unleashing a flurry of strikes or kicks would do her just as much good in a knife fight as whipping a knife around--and possibly more, considering Kathy wasn't sure she'd actually be able to use a knife on a real person. Not unless she was trying to save someone else, too, probably. So Eliot seemed to mostly be teaching her the most brutally efficient way to take down someone who was holding a knife and only some of those lessons actually involved using a knife of her own.

Which, honestly, Kathy was pretty okay with.

Today her assignment was to practice her kicks and strikes while pulling her knife out and changing her grip on it--without losing the rhythm of her strikes or dropping the knife.

"One-two-three-dammit!" It was harder than it sounded.

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gym; monday morning

Mon, 11 May 2015 09:37:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Well, so much for any kind of training Flick had had previously when it came to fighting. That was all out the window today. It was amazing what anger and moodiness did for one's self control. He didn't want to be precise and efficient. He just wanted to punch.

So, that's what he was doing. Punching. The heavy bag wasn't as good a substitute as going out and finding someone to taunt into a fight was but he wasn't that far gone. He just knew he was angry and he wanted to get it out before he took it out on someone who didn't deserve it.

His poor hands were already red and they probably didn't deserve that but he already felt a little better than he had yesterday and much better than Saturday. But, he figured he'd keep up the routine for awhile longer until he was exhausted, body and mind, and then he'd take a nap or go to New York or something.

[Open place/post]

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the gym; wednesday morning

Wed, 06 May 2015 09:12:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Even when he had classes, Flick still had a lot of time during the week to do just about anything he wanted. With no classes now, he had even more time. He wasn't quite to the point of not knowing what to do with himself but he'd probably get close in due time.

Right now, he was going to fill up a few hours by going down to the gym. He'd been having some rough spots in this particular area for awhile but it still gave him something to do, something to get his body into motion and keep himself in shape. Of course, he immediately wanted to fall back into old habits as soon as he stepped into the gym.

But, he ignored those for now. Instead, he grabbed a jump rope and warmed up with that before tossing it aside and walking over to the heavy bag. He pushed it a few times before settling into a slow and easy rhythm.

Hopefully he'd be able to control that for awhile.

[Open place & post]

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Sun, 26 Apr 2015 21:02:00 GMT

Posted by: myownface

Well, graduation was over with, and most of Sparkle's crap was already packed up, and he had Lewis' word that when he got back to Toronto, they'd be just a couple of days away from moving into the new house that Lewis had been saving up for decades for. The only trouble was? Still a group home. And given the assortment of teens that Lewis tended to pick up, allergies were sort of a thing.

He'd begged. He'd pleaded. Hell, he'd threatened to live in the garage or something. No, Lewis wasn't going to budge.

No cats.

So Sparkle was now in the common room with Velcro, frowning at the little guy while he tried to make the best of his last day here, before... something something. Taking him to the shelter, maybe, or seeing how long he could smuggle his shouldercat around in his bookbag before Lewis took notice, or maybe actually running away somewhere after all and starting life over as a hermit in, like, sunny California or hey, the seventies were kind of okay. He could handle running away to the seventies.

But for the time being, he'd settle for making the best of his last day here before his portal would cart him off, by dangling a shoelace at the end of a broom handle for the cat to chase around the room like a complete lunatic.

"That's right, moron. You're a good stupid boy, aren't you?"

[OOC: Open! Probably Sparkle's last post on the island before alumni-land. There's a new owner in mind for the kitty already, no worries.]

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the gym; saturday morning

Sat, 04 Apr 2015 10:35:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Flick hadn't been in the gym much since the last time. There'd been a lot going on that had mentally and physically stressed him so the gym had been a second or third thought. Plus, he had some issues from the last time he'd been in the gym.

But, things seemed to be settling now so he was back. He didn't know why he was here, really, but he figured an early morning round with the heavy bag couldn't hurt. For one of the first times since he'd been on the island, he pulled on a pair of gloves and started a quick pace of jabbing and swinging at the heavy bag. He worked without stopping, building up a good sweat before moving his blows into something a little more powerful, something sharper.

He was falling right back into what he knew despite what had happened last time. Hard to stop muscle memory.

[Open place/post]

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the gym; friday morning

Fri, 20 Feb 2015 09:00:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Once again, Flick had woken up feeling like a ball of energy. By his calculations, the island had been running rampant with this crap for nearly a week so wasn't it supposed to be over? Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could cure so it so he was just in the 'deal with it' phase now.

That meant going to the gym. That meant immediately going to the heavy bag and beating it on it with bare knuckles. When he'd been sick, he hadn't been able to do this so now that he wasn't sick and was feeling motivated and full of energy, he was going to take advantage and try and work out some of the restlessness while he was at it.

A part of him thought maybe he should change up his gym routine but another part of him knew he'd get bored if he tried basketball, knew that he wasn't good with swords and knives, and knew that running would just bore him.

So, beating the heavy it was!

[Open. Just getting a few last posts in before sex pollen expires]

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the gym; tuesday afternoon

Tue, 17 Feb 2015 10:18:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Earlier, Flick had woken up, taken the medicine he'd been prescribed a few days ago for his ulcer and gone back to sleep. It seemed the easiest way to avoid feeling like he was full of pent up energy. Sadly, he'd had to wake up eventually to go to class.

After that was over and done with, he'd gone back to his room for a few minutes before breezing out and going down to the gym. He'd spent a lot of time here last time the island had done this so it seemed like a damn good idea to repeat that. He stripped down to shorts and a tank top and found his way over to the familiar heavy bag. It was worn and tearing in places but it was good enough for Flick.

He took a few slower swings at it, just getting warmed up before punching in earnest. He needed to get this energy out of him and if he had to punch this thing until he was covered in sweat and his knuckles were aching, he'd do that.

He already felt a little better though he doubted the burning under his skin and the buzzing in his head would completely go away.

[Open]

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Fifth floor common room, Saturday evening

Sat, 10 Jan 2015 18:52:00 GMT

Posted by: kenselvren

Jalian could be doing this in her room, especially as she now had no roommate. She probably should be doing it in her room. But she was trying to be more social and learn more about the people around her, and she couldn't do that in her room.

So, she was sitting on the floor cross-legged, with bits of wire and circuitry and a scattering of small vacuum tubes around her, attempting to put something together.

The television was on in the background - she wasn't watching it, but hadn't bothered to turn it off. It seemed to be two groups of males on ice hitting each other with sticks, which was occasionally amusing.

[Open room and post!]

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The Gym, Wednesday Morning

Wed, 07 Jan 2015 12:07:00 GMT

Posted by: seeks_truth

Cassandra had been combing through books on magic and the island itself for days. No solution had presented itself, and it was starting to get on her nerves. So she had decided to pick up her training again so at least she wouldn't be falling behind while she was trapped here.

It was the first time she had realized that her current compliment of clothing - her armor, her linen underclothes and her underwear - were not sufficient if she were to be staying here for longer than a few days. She had left her armor in the room. Out of sheer practicality, upon reaching the gym, she had also stripped off her undershirt. It was not ideal, if simply because it left all but her bust uncovered, but it would have to do.

She strode past the strange machines the use of which she could not divine, and paused only when she reached the dumbbells. Strength training, first. Then she would put her armor back on and go to the salle to practice her swordfighting.

But for now, she would be lifting weights, putting good strain on her muscles. It was the first thing in days that had her feeling she was doing anything productive; it put her in a good mood.

[[ open! ]]

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5th floor common room; thursday morning

Thu, 01 Jan 2015 10:47:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

It was a brand new year.

That didn't mean much to Flick but whatever. The last night of 2014 had been spent quietly and without much fanfare so he figured maybe he'd try to get the new year off to a decent start. He was up, showered and in the midst of trying to figure out how to cook something for breakfast. He didn't want something cold and soggy and he didn't want to venture out in the cold to try and get something.

So, he was going to attempt an omelette. Now, Flick was a guy who didn't cook much. His cooking consisted of microwaves and Chinese take out so not good at all but he had a recipe and he wanted something to busy his mind so it was time to give it a try. Hopefully the fire extinguishers worked.

There was a year end countdown on the television, ticking off the best of television, music and movies. Flick wasn't paying much attention to it but it was noise and made it easier for him to focus and to not wander off into an excursion inside his own head.

That never ended well.

[Open, sure. Day off, yay]

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the roof; saturday afternoon

Sat, 20 Dec 2014 11:59:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Despite the cool weather, Flick found himself not wanting to be inside. He'd tried going down to the gym but had no motivation to hit anything so he'd come back to his room, slid himself into a jacket and was now up on the roof, sitting on the ledge.

His feet dangled over the side and he had his eyes closed. The wind stung his cheeks a bit and he pulled his collar up and tucked his hands into his pockets. It was quiet and calm this Saturday. Peace before a storm? Probably. Flick had learned not to really expect long patches of serenity these days. Between his own life an this island, that very rarely happened.

But, enough of the melancholy. Flick opened his eyes and pulled out a bag of jellybeans he'd picked up at some point. Was he going to eat them? Nope. He was going to toss them down six floors and see what kinds of fun that could cause.

Have a good trip, red jellybean!

[Open]

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the gym; monday afternoon

Mon, 01 Dec 2014 10:18:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

After a long weekend, Flick felt like the gym was a necessity. After how said long weekend had gone, it had become imperative. He'd been in there each day and today was no different. Wasn't like he had anything else to do today, was it? Maybe it was good that he was down there since he'd just gotten progressively moodier as each day passed.

Hitting things generally helped sort that out. Not entirely but, for a little while, it gave him something else to focus on. Plus, maybe it'd help him work off some of that turkey and stuffing Joi had sent him home with. He was still eating it since she'd given him what seemed like an unending bowl of food. Not that he was complaining.

Nope, he was just going to beat the hell out of a heavy bag and maybe spend some time running laps around the gym. Or maybe he'd just beat the hell out of the heavy bag and go back to his room and be moody some more.

[Place and post are open]

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the gym; saturday afternoon

Sat, 15 Nov 2014 12:46:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Last weekend about this time, Flick had been someone else who enjoyed the simple things in life like blood, torture, fighting, and destruction. Flick remembered those things acutely even if he'd gotten better at realizing it hadn't really been him. Still, they weren't great things to have suddenly pop up and tease you with.

It was too cold to go brood on the roof and he didn't want to stay in his room so the gym was the most logical place to be. He found his way right over to the heavy bag and, after some warming up, started striking it with stiff jabs and the occasional harder hook.

Chase hadn't been all that fond of using his hands to fight, Flick remembered. He preferred using powers that Flick did not have but would probably be helpful in some instances. He figured he could go take down the Mandel alumni one by one, find Frank and bring him home and never worry about worrying again.

When Flick realized he what he was thinking about, what he was wanting, he grimaced and hit the bag harder and harder. The thoughts wouldn't go away though and he stopped trying to make them. He just hit the bag some more.

[Open]

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the roof; saturday afternoon

Sat, 08 Nov 2014 11:49:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

It was such a quaint place Chase had ended up in. It was a tiny speck of an island, filled with people that seemed to smile at him as he passed. They obviously had no idea who he was. Or what he was. It was hilarious. Apparently, his fellow Sons of Ipswich had run off like the cowards they were.

Again, it was hilarious.

Chase was sitting on the ledge of the roof, feet hanging off and tight smile directed at the people below him. Just one flick of his hand, one nod of his head and he could crush them all. But, that might be a bit messy and he did love to have fun with his friends before he killed them. Even if Caleb wasn't around and therefore, couldn't will Chase his powers, Chase figured he'd compromise.

And if that failed, he'd just kill people. That always took the edge off for a little while. Maybe he'd finish this island off before setting off to find Caleb and his friends. It'd be good...practice.

[Open place! Flick's now Chase Collins from the cinematic masterpiece, The Covenant. He's not a nice guy and he's pretty powerful so, yep.]

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the gym; wednesday afternoon

Wed, 22 Oct 2014 09:01:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Seemed like today was a day to spend in the gym. After his class (because he was such a good student and all), Flick had gone to his room, changed and then come down to the gym to get some time in with the heavy bag. He wasn't spending as much time down here as he had in the past but he didn't want to get soft and lazy.

He went bare knuckles as he usually did and started out slow. Hand connected with vinyl, making a satisfying sound that would have made Flick smile if he hadn't been otherwise occupied. He didn't keep that pace for too long because it got boring. Soon enough, he was firing off jabs and hooks at a fairly breakneck pace and feeling the muscles in his shoulders, back, and legs start to burn with exertion.

That's what he wanted to feel, what he'd hoped for when he'd come down here and he wasn't planning on stopping until he didn't think he could stand up anymore. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that drastic but he wanted to keep sharp. Considering the island, you never knew when it was going to be needed and he didn't want to be caught unaware.

[Open post]

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Third Floor Common Room, Friday night

Fri, 03 Oct 2014 06:25:00 GMT

Posted by: ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

As it turned out, Johnny did, in fact, know how to throw a party for someone 1) on his own and 2) without just stealing rum from squirrels and claiming that made it a party (what the hell, amnesiac him?).

There was food, there was space for presents, there were non-alcoholic drinks, there was music, and there was no porn in the DVD player, he checked because he did not want any surprises.

With all that set up, the quick sign he put up explained it all: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARA." Whether he didn't know or didn't care that he neglected where a comma should be was up for debate.

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The Roof, Thursday Afternoon

Thu, 02 Oct 2014 17:35:00 GMT

Posted by: seveninchmotto

According to the radio, Isabelle had missed exactly her kind of party last night. While that had caused a little pang of regret in her – because she liked fun, goddammit, and it sounded like there'd been entertainment galore in the common room – it had probably been for the best that she'd missed it. Between her mood swings of late, as well as how last weekend had gone, she was still easing herself back into being social.

And clearly sitting on the edge of the roof and looking out over the town was an important step in that process. But she actually had a map of the town on her lap, and was marking some of the things she could see on it. And just marking places she thought seemed particularly vulnerable.

No reason.

Except there was totally a reason, and it was something her mother had said during one of their conversations over the previous weekend. Homes and protection. They were a thing.

[ooc: Open roof post, omg!]

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the pool; wednesday afternoon

Wed, 01 Oct 2014 10:39:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Flick didn't often visit this place. In fact, he wasn't sure if he'd ever been there before but first time for everything, right? It was getting a little too cold to go to the beach and Flick wasn't feeling aggressive enough for the gym. So, why not the pool? Exactly why not.

He brought his towel down there and dropped it on one of the chairs near the pool before stretching his arms out and diving in. He dove deep, staying underwater for as long as his lungs would let him before surfacing. He waded for a few moments before going under and letting himself just float there until his lungs burned and he came up for air again.

This time, Flick didn't go back under. He swam lazily around, recalling some of the summers where he and Jude had gotten lucky and were able to go to his father's country club without his father being there. That place always had nice pools and nice people.

Flick moved over to the side of the pool and propped himself up against the edge, kicking his feet and closing his eyes. The water buoyed him and relaxed him, loosening up tense muscles and pulling away at some of his stress.

[Open, sure. I just wanted to use this icon.]

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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

Thu, 21 Aug 2014 16:46:00 GMT

Posted by: seveninchmotto

Isabelle was pretty much back to her usual strength and health by now. The scarring at her throat had almost entirely blended into her skin, and in a few more days it would be entirely gone. So, physically, she was feeling pretty good.

But the inside of her head was a slightly different story. So she was dealing with it by getting breakfast delivered from J,GoB. She... had not asked for as many boxes of all manner of glazed donuts as they delivered, but she couldn't say she exactly minded it a whole lot. She was feeling charitable enough to share.

She opened one of the boxes on the counter and peered at the selection. Picking one might actually take a while.

[oo: Open common room! Come mod your donuts.]

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the gym ; monday afternoon

Mon, 04 Aug 2014 12:31:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

After getting back from New York yesterday, Flick had spent most of his time in his room, sleeping off his worry. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep until everything was over and done with so he'd gotten himself up sometime early this afternoon and gotten out of his room. He was going to go crazy if he didn't give his mind something to do.

The easiest thing was to head to the gym and start beating on the heavy bag. His fingers and hand were feeling well enough that he went without gloves today and he'd already worked up a good sweat about an hour into the workout.

After smacking his hand against the bag and feeling the vibration go up his arm and across his shoulder, Flick took a step back and wiped his face down with his towel and took a drink of his water. He shook his hand out, hoping he hadn't done anything stupid to re-injure it. It was already starting to feel better though. Flick still decided to make his brief break just a little longer before he got back to what he'd been doing.

[Open gym]

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the gym ; monday afternoon

Mon, 28 Jul 2014 14:14:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

It felt like it'd been a long time since Flick had come down to the gym. Truth be told, he probably shouldn't have been here today, pushing his hand and fingers but he was. He had some pent up energy that needed to be let out in some fairly aggressive ways.

Where he usually went bare knuckled for this sort of thing, he'd slid on a pair of boxing gloves today to give his finger some protection. It still stung a bit when he struck the bag and he could feel the vibration up his arm but he pushed through it. His fingers were healed and he'd only re-break them if he got too careless.

Which he very well might do but it wasn't something he was aiming for right now. He just wanted to get back into the swing of things. He wanted to hit the heavy bag and he wanted to get out of his head because it was just dangerous up there with all his thoughts and self loathing.

So, he was there, smacking the heavy bag and testing out his healed fingers. So far, so good. Well, mostly good. Sort of good. Good enough.

[Open]

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third floor parlor; tuesday afternoon

Tue, 15 Jul 2014 12:00:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

As soon as Flick walked into the parlor, he saw the chair and the girl standing next to it, face covered and keening moans of distress coming from her. Her face was hidden by her hands and when he stepped closer, he could make out fairly modern clothing.

"You okay, there?"

She didn't answer and Flick raised an eyebrow. He reached out to touch the weird looking chair and the girls moans turned into something that sounded like 'what have I done, oh no oh no' and Flick pulled his hand back.

"Yeah, you just have fun," Flick said, rubbing his arms against the sudden chill in the room before heading over to one of the chairs that looked well built and didn't have any weird looking ghosts standing next to it. He dropped into the seat and pulled out his phone, trying again to get Joi to talk to him.

She was being stubborn this time but from what he'd heard from the kids that lived with her, she was close to cracking. He just had to be persistent. Soon enough, Flick started to hear some hollow, creepy singing and he knew that wasn't coming from the girl with the chair.

"Dammit, this place," he mumbled, shaking his head.

[Open]

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5th floor common room ; tuesday afternoon

Tue, 17 Jun 2014 11:58:00 GMT

Posted by: flickofthewrist

Flick couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten himself down to the common room. He'd been a little preoccupied with things and had been sticking to either his room or spots off island. Today, he was feeling decent enough that stopping by the common room for some food and some bad television didn't seem like a bad idea. Most of his plans for what he was planning for the alumni were in the final stages though he had yet to tell anyone about them. That would probably continue to be true.

Jude's birthday was coming up soon and Flick was trying to keep himself on the straight and narrow until that day passed and he could breathe a little easier again. He missed his brother everyday and that feeling might have been pushing him to actually do what he was doing today. Now, Flick was not a cook or a baker and he could barely microwave some things correctly but today, he was giving cookies a try because he and Jude had shared them when birthdays were remembered and no one was in hiding or hurt when they were kids. Sometimes, they'd find a candle and stick it in a cookie and have a little party while hiding in their rooms or in a closet. Sad, wasn't it?

Chocolate chip had been Jude's favorite so that's what Flick was going for right now. There was a hastily scrawled recipe in his back pocket and ingredients beside him. If anyone said anything about him baking cookies, he'd probably deck them or just curse them out very loudly.

And he wouldn't share the cookies either. The one person he wanted to share with wasn't around anymore so, yeah.

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