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  <title>G.I. Joe: Waward Son</title>
  <subtitle>The Continuing Adventures of Cobra Commander's Son</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>William Kessler</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-07T02:05:51Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:63488</id>
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    <title>OOC: COOOOOOOOBRAAAAA Invasion</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T02:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T02:05:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the night of November 15th Coooobraaaaa!!!  Will invade Fandom.  They'll be landing troops at the lighthouse with the goal of securing the entire island.  This mini invasion will be repelled by Monday night, and is open to all who want to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be hard to avoid the plot of course if you want to, it won't go beyond the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll be posting it on Saturday night for great SP of Justice.  Questions?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:63262</id>
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    <title>World War III Prt 3</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T19:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T19:02:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">*Whatever people are watching around the world, be it news, or entertainment, the program is interrupted without warning.  A stylized logo of a Cobra replacing it.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We interrupt this program to bring you vital information for your future, and for the future of your children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera pulled back from the logo to reveal it to be a flag.  Standing before the flag was a man in a blue uniform wearing an ominous looking helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I offer this message to the people of the &lt;b&gt;world&lt;/b&gt;.  I know many of you &lt;b&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt; us.  It's what you've been &lt;b&gt;taught&lt;/b&gt; to do.  &lt;b&gt;Cobra&lt;/b&gt; has been labeled a terrorist group.  Extremists.  &lt;b&gt;Fanatics&lt;/b&gt;.  But so, too, were the American Colonists.  And the French Revolutionaries.  Even &lt;b&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/b&gt; was labeled a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The point is, those in power fear change and will do everything to demonize those who &lt;b&gt;seek&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over the past several months, the great powers have &lt;b&gt;bickered&lt;/b&gt; like confused children as dozens of conflicts exploded across the &lt;b&gt;globe&lt;/b&gt;.  Even now, with &lt;b&gt;Boston&lt;/b&gt; lying in ruins, they continue to whimper for negotiation and &lt;b&gt;patience&lt;/b&gt;.  We &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; no patience.  The world is in need of &lt;b&gt;order&lt;/b&gt; and Cobra will bring it.  Beginning with the criminals in &lt;b&gt;Russia&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, as news services would soon report, bombs fell upon Moscow, causing untold devastation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Speech transcribed from G.I. Joe World War III trade paperback.  Actually okay for broadcast and ooc or ic comments if people want to have seen the broadcast.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:62988</id>
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    <title>World War III Prt 2</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T04:59:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T04:59:12Z</updated>
    <category term="world war 3"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; your enemy!" The Russian President declared emphatically.  He was on a video conference call with the US President.  They had been in close contact ever since the bombing in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Russian missiles devestated one of our most historic cities!  Why should we-" the Secretary of State began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop." the President cut in.  "I believe you Mr. President.  In our judgement...this is the work of Cobra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cobra?!  Those fanatics should have been dealt with long ago!  Now they toy with the fate of millions of Russians!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the more reason to not allow them to shatter our bond!  We're at a precarious juncture...our intelligence believes Cobra has sympathizers in key positions within business, media, and government.  Her and abroad.  We need to-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever he had been about to say, the Russian President never found out.  For at that moment the power in the white house was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the-?  Switch to emergency generators!  Give me the security feed, now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency power came on, and the screen flared to life once more.  The feed from the external security cameras showed...a nightmare scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;"My God."&lt;/small&gt;  The president could not believe what he was seeing.  &lt;small&gt;"I-It's not possible!  How did they get so close?"&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small army of Cobra troops and vehicles, employing cloaking technology developed by M.A.R.S. had stormed the front lawn of White House.  The secret service fought valiently, but futily.  Anyone who stood in the way of the cadre of blueshirts was cut down without mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corridors, one loan Agent, wounded and outnumbered leveled his gun at the most infamous man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show some loyalty Agent." one of the Cobras sneered.  "That man is now your Commander in Chief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Commander calmly strode past the agent as he was executed, and pushed open the doors of the conference room.  The President stood cornered, protected by the two remaining Agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not come any closer!" one shouted.  Both held their guns trained on the Commander.  Their steely gazes were reflected in the shiny surface of his face plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"End of the line maniac!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, the Commander strode up to point blank range.  "The buck stops here ey?  Well, if you insist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you waiting for?!  Shoot him!" the President ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, the Agent to his right, spun and cut down the Agent at his left, and trained his pistol on the President instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hell?  You damned traitor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Commander chuckled.  "Now that's a word entirely dependent on one's point of view.  Short sighted bureaucrats like you have run this country into the ground for two centuries.  It's time for a new vision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Scoreboard: Cobra has bombed Boston, and taken the White House.  NFB, and NFI.  OOC comments are welcome.  Dialogue from this and the previous post taken from the G.I. Joe trade paperback, World War III.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>World War III Prt 1</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T05:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T05:30:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Good evening my fellow...No...no.  That sounds ridiculous.  No prepared remarks tonight.  Now is a time for straightforward honesty.  Approximately forty minutes ago a number of missiles struck the city of Boston.  It's too early for any confirmed data on who is responsible but the damage...the casualties...it's already catastrophic.  After consulting briefly with congress and the joint chiefs, there is no other course available to us at this time...my fellow Americans, as of this moment...our nation is at war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The world stands on the brink of global war tonight.  ONly hours ago, Boston was devastated by two intercontinental ballistic missiles, which Pentagon sources confirm were fired by a Russian submarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The President has convened an emergency meeting of the joint chiefs to determine a military response, even as public demands for retribution have begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations between the U.S. and Russia had rapidly deteriorated in recent weeks, while American forces have been drawn into violent conflicts around the globe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra has made the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[NFB, NFI, but ooc comments are love.  Thus kicks off the the grand finale of Billy's canon.  More to come soon.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:62670</id>
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    <title>Somewhere in Vermont, Friday Evening</title>
    <published>2009-10-24T01:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-24T01:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very pretty area that Billy and his family had been set up in.  And the people guarding them were not all that typical of witness protection guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiccan (code name), had even taken Billy and his sister for a hike, showing off some shrines and other local color, while another guard, Wayfarer shepherded their parents on a driving tour of the countryside.  Mostly to look at covered bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had to be in hiding, there were worse places to do it.  And at least the family were all together.  That had been something they'd all insisted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Billy felt an attack of the Emo coming on.  He was missing Fandom's homecoming.  And taking classes via internet (on an untraceable line) was not the same.  Even if Shipwreck had promised to get him certified in scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life had just been going so well.  Then his girl friend dumped him, he lost a room mate, and now he was hiding from the world for the forseeable future.  And to top it all off, he had no idea if his recent encounter with the Baroness was going to jeopardize &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8851983#t8851983"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8850959#t8850959"&gt;whole&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8853263#t8853263"&gt;future&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8856591#t8856591"&gt;kid&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8858639#t8858639"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd gone to Disney Land with a camera, so he'd had &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=9182991#t9182991"&gt;plenty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8860687#t8860687"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8888591#t8888591"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; to show to a proud, but bewildered mother, step dad and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snake-Eyes was &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; dead?" Wiccan was asking.  "Not just, mostly dead?  Like Storm Shadow was?"  The young woman, a former chaplain in the army before finishing her tour and joining G.I. Joe as a reservist, had not actually met many of her new team mates.  But she got the briefs, and heard the gossip just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what Storm Shadow told me yeah." Billy nodded.  "He checked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know ninjas could come back from the dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None of us did."  Even for Billy, who had gone to Fandom High found it rather freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie, his sister, was walking Annette the Skunk on a harness and leash.  It was a strange sight.  "Maybe you could learn to shoot energy blasts or something.  Like you said &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=8919823#t8919823"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/34831.html?thread=9019151#t9019151"&gt;told&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35231.html?thread=9021343#t9021343"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; she was learning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Wiccan said, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You believe in time travel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  But I didn't believe in Zombie Ninjas either till recently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35535.html?thread=9184975#t9184975"&gt;met&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35535.html?thread=9185743#t9185743"&gt;kids&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35535.html?thread=9153999#t9153999"&gt;who&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35535.html?thread=9181647#t9181647"&gt;are&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35889.html?thread=9366833#t9366833"&gt;apparently&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35889.html?thread=9395761#t9395761"&gt;from&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fh_trips/35623.html?thread=9366567#t9366567"&gt;future&lt;/a&gt;.  My kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiccan was silent for a moment.  "Yeah I'm just gonna go ahead and finish getting used to human cloning before I even try to wrap my head around that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[NFI, NFB.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>St. Petersburg Florida, Wednesday Night</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T00:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-15T00:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Jesus Duke, what happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was setting aside the fact that if Duke had come to see him in person there had to be something catastrophic going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was tortured by B.A.T.s for a week or so." the soldier said casually.  "A rogue Crimson Guardsman had a plot to nuke DC to kill Cobra Commander."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I can't fault him for thoroughness.  Wait, DC?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Billy for the past few months Cobra Commander has been impersonating the White House chief of staff.  He has info on every member of G.I. Joe.  Including who we really are and where our families are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think he knows where I am too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, we don't know.  But to be safe I want to get you to a safe location."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For how long?"  Billy was torn between fear of his father coming after him again, and fear of having to give up this life he'd begun to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know.  I just know that if the Commander comes after you it's not just gonna be bad for you.  You know him as well as anyone.  He's not gonna care if a couple of civilians get in the way if he wants you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy slammed his fist into the wall, punching a whole in the plaster.  Well, there went the deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey it might not be so bad." Duke tried to reassure him.  "You take a leave of absence-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An indefinite one!" Billy growled.  "We both know how this will turn out.  The same way it always has."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we'll transfer you to another school.  Eckerd's a nice place but it's not the only school in the world with this program.  Cause I know you too Billy.  I know you won't give up your future on account of &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, once more Billy's father had found him.  And once again, he was running and hiding.  "What about mom and the others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snake-Eyes and Scarlett are getting them to a safe house.  Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told himself he was doing it to keep others safe.  To spare everyone at Eckerd and maybe even in the town of St. Petersburg danger.  Maybe if he told himself that enough times, he'd believe it.</content>
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    <title>Tampa Florida, Sunday Night</title>
    <published>2009-10-11T18:40:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-11T20:02:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Given past experience, Billy really shouldn't have been surprised to hear the voice on the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*William?*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though he shook it off quickly, the sound of the Baroness' voice shocked him to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ba-ah-Ana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Yes William.*&lt;/i&gt; she sounded amused, if tired.  &lt;i&gt;*I need your help.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her in a coffee shop that was open late.  By then he'd managed to compose himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the club." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The back from the dead club.  Last I heard my father blew you up in a plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snorted with contempt.  "Actually I spent the last several months locked up in a secret government prison.  In your 'friends' own headquarters no less."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's shock returned.  "They-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wasn't done.  "They took my child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His stomach turned.  "They what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They tried to use him as a bargaining chip.  My son was used as an interrogation tool.  By the ones paying your tuition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Destro&lt;/i&gt; is paying my tuition." Billy countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes the government is just paying that therapist.  But it's the money James gave you that I've come to talk about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I figured.  You're looking a little ragged if you don't mind my saying so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes well escaping from a secret government prison and then traveling halfway across the country will do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, about that, feel free not to share all the details about that please."  He hoped to God she hadn't killed anyone, or even hurt anyone to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to find my child.  The government doesn't have him anymore.  Your father does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details were not hard to work out.  Destro's trust fund coupled with the money he was getting from Turtle's stock advice made it easy.  Everything was going fine until she got up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'll likely figure out I'd come to you for aid." The Baroness said.  "If they ask, you never saw me.  Tell them anything and my next visit will be to your mother and sister and step father in Astoria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy froze.  "I can't believe you just said that.  My father buried me alive, brainwashed me, and tried to have me killed by ninjas.  And I refused to testify against him because I promised him I wouldn't betray him.  And you &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; think I would betray you?  You're threatening my family?  &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?"  He advanced on her, his voice quiet.  "Don't ever come to me again.  And if you harm one hair on their heads I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; end you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't betray your father not because of some ridiculous promise.  It was because you were afraid of him.  You still are.  You cower here in your government provided home hoping and praying he won't find you.  Well he will.  And when he does will you run again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, much later she would be sorry for threatening him.  But these days there was too much bitterness and anger in her to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; hiding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No?  Then tell me William what do you tell your friends here in Tampa?  Do you tell them the truth?  Or the lie concocted by your government benefactors?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no answer for that.</content>
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    <title>Busch Gardens FL, Saturday</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T04:32:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T04:32:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.buschgardens.com/bgt2/"&gt;Busch Gardens&lt;/a&gt; in Tampa had an African theme.  There were rides, and shops, and places to eat, and just a general care free atmosphere.  A perfect place for the son of an international terrorist to forget his troubles and celebrate his birthday with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what should we do first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For those what were invited.  There will be no ocd.  I think there's Howl O Scream going on there so that's something we can play with.  As usual with me, SP is the way.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>OOC: Just for fun; My G.I. Joe Cast List</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T02:44:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T02:44:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm Shadow- Jet Li&lt;br /&gt;Billy, Cobra Commander's Son- Christian Slater&lt;br /&gt;Billy's Mother- Lena Olin&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Commander- Muse Watson&lt;br /&gt;Firewall- Pauley Perette&lt;br /&gt;Stalker- Samuel L. Jackson (which I just realized is a little weird given that I've already cast him as Billy's step dad.  But step daddy isn't canon so I won't worry about it.)&lt;br /&gt;Flint- Dennis Quaid&lt;br /&gt;Cover Girl- Annette O'Toole&lt;br /&gt;Roadblock- Michael Clark Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Duke- Robert Patrick&lt;br /&gt;General Hawk- Victor Garber&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett- Emily Deschenel&lt;br /&gt;Spirit- Wes Studi&lt;br /&gt;Zanya- Fairuza Balk&lt;br /&gt;Psych-Out- Edward Norton&lt;br /&gt;The Baroness- Originally I had Angelina Jolie, but lately I've been thinking Famke Janssen would work better.  If only I could find pics of her wearing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainframe, Beach Head, Jinx, and Zartan have all made appearances in Billy's adventures as well, but I never came up with PB's for them.  Oh, also Kamakura, Snake-Eyes and various Dreadknocks.  I may be forgetting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OC's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Cover- Colin Farrel&lt;br /&gt;Spin Doctor- John Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Speed Demon- Matthew Lillard</content>
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    <title>ooc: looking for pb pics</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T03:15:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T03:15:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anyone know where I could find pics of Famke Janssen wearing glasses?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:61180</id>
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    <title>Eckerd College, Tuesday</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T21:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T21:50:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Snake Eyes was dead.  Barely a month after the death of Lady Jaye and another Joe had fallen.  But this time was worse.  This man had been like family to him.  And the worst part?  He'd been killed by another man who'd been like family to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, Destro was even basically paying for his college education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Establishy.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:60741</id>
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    <title>Very Large Array, New Mexico</title>
    <published>2009-09-26T00:30:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-26T00:30:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks in part to intel provided by Storm Shadow, and the combined efforts of certain reserve members of G.I. Joe, the threat had been identified.  Someone was using a kind of tractor beam to pull satellites out of orbit, and hit targets of their choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a plan of action was being implemented.  While Scarlett and Snake-Eyes pursued leads of their own, the active roster of G.I. Joe; Stalker, Storm Shadow, Roadblock, Flint and Shipwreck were joined by reserve members Firewall and Kill Switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was to use the Very Large Array to counteract the tractor beam, and at the same time trace it's source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome back Firewall." Stalker said.  "How's it feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure beats helping the feds track down credit card fraud." she smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For the incomparable John "Kill Switch" Connor.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Eckerd College, Thursday</title>
    <published>2009-09-24T19:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-24T19:57:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Silicon Valley had just been hit with a sattilite, just like Chicago.  This couldn't be an accident now.  Billy, like many of his classmates were clustered around the TV in one of the common areas, watching news footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hoped G.I. Joe would be able to figure out what was happening and stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Establishy canon catch up.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Eckerd College, Wednesday</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T18:40:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T18:40:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few things were different for Billy this year.  For one thing, Mei Ling was no longer his girlfriend.  She was barely even speaking to him.  For another, he'd gotten a new roommate.  His old one had apparently been reassigned somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still going to therapy sessions with the same doctor, the former G.I. Joe member code-named Psych Out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to be having their session right now.  But they'd been interrupted by the Dr.'s secretary crying out in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both rushed out of the office to see that she was watching the news.  Cameras were showing scenes of devestation the likes of which was rarely seen in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once again, for those just tuning in, a sattilite has fallen out of orbit, and crashed into down town Chicago.  Casualty and damage reports are still coming in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The Chicago bit is canon for Billy.  Feel free to have heard the news if you like.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>NSA Headquarters, Tuesday Morning</title>
    <published>2009-09-22T16:52:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-22T16:52:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">John had been &lt;s&gt;handwavily&lt;/s&gt; given access to the facility, and was directed to where his contacts in the NSA would meet him.  Mainframe wore a helmet with a heads up display visor that increased his ability to interact with computers, while Firewall, a young woman with dark black hair in pigtails looked far more normal.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:59895</id>
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    <title>Quantico Marine Training Base, Monday Morning</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T16:25:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T16:25:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beah Head was waiting for John Connor, curious about the new recruit that Billy, and through him, Duke, was sending.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:59480</id>
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    <title>Langley, Tuesday</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T04:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T04:12:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There was something nagging at Billy's mind as he waited to be called into Duke's office.  The meeting he'd arranged between the current field leader of G.I. Joe and John Connor was about to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just something...bothering him and he couldn't put his finger on what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the door opened and they were called in.  And Billy remembered.  Hadn't John met Duke once before?  And John had reacted...interestingly.  &lt;s&gt;Mun just remembered that he cast Robert Patrick as Duke.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Billy, come on in.  And you must be John."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For John Connor.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:59384</id>
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    <title>Arlington National Cemetery, Wednesday Afternoon</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T00:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T00:47:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were those who had said that the G.I. Joe memorial was too small.  Ever since the team had been declassified and some details of their role in world saving revealed, some folks had been clamoring for a statue or a big thing like the tomb of the unknown soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at the obelisk, Billy felt nothing but approval.  It was simple.  He was sure that those whose names were listed upon it would have approved as well.  Part of him wondered; if he should be killed, would his name be added?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Hart-Burnett Fairborn.  Lady Jaye.  She was not one of those Joes he'd been intimately aquainted with.  But he had liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing his eyes from the obelisk, Billy looked instead at Flint.  The sight of this normally cocky, jovial guy sitting with a blank, grim look on his face was one of the most frightening things about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Shadows may have proved to be a flash in the pan, but they had done damage enough.  They had broken Flint.  Hopefully not beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honor guard, many of them people that Billy recognized folded the flag.  Beside him, the only other person close to his age seemed to take comfort in his presence.  Firewall, her name was.  He didn't know her real name.  She'd been recruited when the team had been reinstated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't handling this well.  And he couldn't blame her.  She wasn't a soldier.  Just some hacker who'd stumbled upon some classified into.  She and her partner Daemon had been drafted onto the team.  And he was dead now too.  Killed by Serpentor during his re-emergence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Hawk gripped Flint's shoulder as the flag was handed to him.  That almost broke his composure.  To see Hawk confined to a wheelchair.  Shot in the back while trying to capture Cobra Commander.  And all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, a wake was held.  Scarlett was telling Gung-Ho about the time Lady Jaye had slugged Flint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Billy." Duke said softly.  "I need to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy sighed.  "God, now what's happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke didn't beat around the bush, which the young ninja appreciated.  "The Red Shadows we've taken into custody claim that they've killed your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last time we thought he was dead she showed back up and buried me alive." Billy said dryly.  "I think I'll just keep going on the way I've been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post guest starring:&lt;br /&gt;Robert Patrick as Duke&lt;br /&gt;Victor Garber as General Hawk&lt;br /&gt;and Dennis Quaid as Flint&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Availability update</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T00:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T00:35:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey sorry for the slower than usual SP, but RL appointments are taking me all over the place today and maybe tomorrow.  All pings will be picked up I assure you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:l1ttle_billy:58787</id>
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    <title>San Francisco, Thursday August 20th</title>
    <published>2009-08-21T02:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-21T02:40:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If we'd met in Crescent City we could have gone to the beach &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; looked for bigfoot." Billy joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Ling smacked him on the arm.  "You have his phone number." she smirked.  "No challenge there and we go to the beach all the time anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning, he put his arm around her.  "Now that would be something." he said.  "Bigfoot attending Fandom High.  That might actually beat out the talking frog for weirdest student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'd have to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it was Bigfoot though." she mused.  "They'd just think he was some kind of Alien otherwise wouldn't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could be.  But the Aliens we've got all look human.  Except for bumpy ridges on their foreheads."  He stopped at the little coin operated binoculars that offered views of the bay and the bridge.  "This is downright insensitive." he mock grumbled.  "They should have a telescope for us one eyed folk.  I'm writing a letter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend sighed.  "You people are so touchy.  I think you just want attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now now, no controversy please.  Your comments could be construed as offensive."  Billy and Mei Ling turned to find a rather ominous looking &lt;a href="http://www.redshadows.org/images/wiki3.jpg"&gt;pair&lt;/a&gt; facing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had to be at least as big as Roadblock, if not bigger.  Billy hadn't believed that was possible.  His bald scalp was tattooed from the bridge of his nose to his ears.  He glared at Billy with undisguised distaste.  The woman looked amused.  She looked at Mei Ling.  "Miss you should leave.  We're just here to take your friend into custody.  No need for you to get involved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was touched when she grabbed at his hand and held it tightly.  "What do you mean?" she asked bravely.  "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to know that myself." Billy agreed.  "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's as classified as you are." the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mei Ling was looking at Billy with as much confusion as she'd looked at them with apprehension.  "Bill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need for this to be unpleasant."  The big guy had yet to speak.  "Come quietly please."  Her smiled turned unpleasant.  "Or not.  It's all the same to me.  Now my comrade here would prefer you didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awfully public place for this isn't it?" Billy countered.  "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on."  Almost as an afterthought he turned to Mei Ling.  "You &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; go though.  I'll meet you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill, tell me what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your boyfriend is a possible threat to national security, that's what's going on.  Now get out of here because it looks like he's going to be difficult and I'd hate for you to mess up your very tasteful outfit with his blood.  Or get hurt."  Her tone clearly said that she actually wouldn't mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the air of one who was about to reveal a great secret, Billy took both of Mei Ling's hands.  "Mei Ling,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run!"  He spun her away, and gave her an encouraging shove before diving in the opposite direction.  He felt the movement of air as the silent giant lunged for him.  Jesus if that behemoth had connected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't get far.  A sharp blow to the back of his neck sent him tumbling, though he recovered quickly.  Spinning, he snapped a kick at the woman who'd just hit him.  She was fast, at least as fast as Storm Shadow.  She ducked out of the way and hit him again.  The tips of her fingers striking his shoulder, sending a numbing agony through his entire arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop for a second, knowing if he did, they'd have him.  A blow from the tattooed man to his artificial leg strained the leather straps holding it on, but they held true.  But Christ did that hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed past the pain and grinned.  Though the grin was more like a feral grimace.  He'd fought Trolls.  He'd learned tricks from all over the galaxy just by watching.  These two shouldn't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dodged to blows at once, one from each, and struck out at both as well.  Falling to his back, he braced with his hands and got the man in the knee with all the force he could muster from his prosthetic, while caught the woman at the hip joint.  Without pausing, he rolled to his feet.  He caught her wrist as she swung at him, and twisted it into an elbow lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled out of it as the man bludgeoned him in the back with one massive hand.  He felt himself driven to the ground, and then held there with one foot.  The man looked at the woman questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." she said.  "Vaughn wants him alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaughn.  Not a name he recognized.  It was tempting to hang around a bit and see what this was all about, really.  But, well, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swung his fake leg out like he was doing half a split, and slammed his heel into the man's hip.  He'd never twisted in quite that way before.  "That's gonna hurt come winter."  Thank God he'd been continuing his &lt;a href="http://apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com/103354.html?view=2022074#t2022074"&gt;ninja&lt;/a&gt; training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had worked though.  He'd knocked his assailant off balance enough that he was able to twist free.  He turned a forward roll into a handspring and that into a kick that the woman was only partially able to dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens.  Good.  While they were distracted he could, and did, do a fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he made two phone calls.  One to the hotel room he was sharing with Mei Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill what happened?  Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I can tell you.  This line may not be secure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell does that mean?  Bill what the hell is going on?!  Why are you a threat to national security?  What's with this classified shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy pinched the bridge of his nose.  "I'm not.  At threat I mean.  But I am...classified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not a foster kid are you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  I'm in witness protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And those people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know who they were, but I'm certain they weren't from the government."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not dangerous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the people looking for you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause on the other end.  "Am I in danger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wished he could say no.  "I don't know.  You shouldn't be they shouldn't be able to-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You son of a bitch." she swore.  Another pause.  "I don't blame you for lying to me but....Bill this isn't what I signed up for.  I don't...I'm not spy girl okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...what're you saying?" he said after yet another long silence.  "Is that it?"  He wasn't angry with her.  That was a good sign right?  If he was like his father he would be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounded like she was barely hanging on.  "I don't like doing this over the phone Bill.  But...it's probably safer not being around you.  So, yeah.  At least for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that uplifting conversation, Billy called Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're the Red Shadows." Duke explained in a tired, worried voice.  "They're certainly &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; affiliated with the government.  But they are after Cobra, which I guess makes you a legit target to them.  Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be sore in the morning, but it could be worse.  Will they come after me again?  What about my family?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you'll be okay, but we'll double your protection until they're dealt with, just in case.  You say they let your girlfriend go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ex.&lt;/i&gt;  "Yeah.  So, they're not likely to go after Mom and the rest.  Duke what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't know much.  But...Billy Lady Jaye is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Establishy]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Astoria Oregon, Monday 8/10</title>
    <published>2009-08-10T22:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-10T22:09:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blissfully ignorant of anything he may have done in an &lt;a href="http://undeadcobra.livejournal.com/"&gt;Alternate Universe&lt;/a&gt;, Billy sat in deep meditation in Storm Shadow's dojo by the sea.  So deep in fact that he didn't stir when Annette, his pet skunk came in looking for her human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over to him and pawed at his leg.  When he didn't react, she clambered into his lap and stretched up to sniff his face.  Still nothing.  Mentally shrugging, she settled back and did her own version of meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither noticed when Billy's sister took a picture of the pair of them.  Christmas Card photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Establishy.  Though if you leave a message, Billy will get back to you when he's done.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Astoria Oregon, Thursday Morning</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T20:10:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T20:10:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was a strange morning.  Billy started it by biting his tongue while eating breakfast.  Storm Shadow was kind enough to not so much as smirk at Billy's somewhat garbled speech that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They simply got started on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlIAmCfHzbg"&gt;training&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that ended abruptly with the music stopping.  Billy and his mentor stood silently for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fandom?" the former Cobra ninja asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mm hm." Billy nodded, not daring to open his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voice lessons?" Storm Shadow suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."</content>
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    <title>Astoria Oregon, All Day</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T15:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T04:14:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The &lt;a href="http://www.oldoregon.com/visitor-info/entry/4th-of-july/"&gt;4th of July in Astoria&lt;/a&gt; was a big deal.  And as such, a bit party.  Billy had sent out &lt;s&gt;handwavey&lt;/s&gt; invites to alumni and Fandom friends to come join in the fun.  Most of which didn't start until noon, which meant that Billy could have slept in if his little sister had allowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[No OCD but the post is open to all.  The invites said to meet at Billy's parents house or to call him to see where he's at.  There's all sorts of stuff going on in the area.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>OOC: A preliminary mourning for my computer</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T00:02:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T00:02:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It appears to be dying.  For awhile now it's been deciding that it will no longer run certain programs.  No error message or anything, it simply won't run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today while I was checking the FH friends list, the screen blinked and when it came back my computer appeared to be in safe mode, as it seems to be stuck in.</content>
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    <title>Astoria Oregon, Tuesday</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T22:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T22:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Though Storm Shadow had offered to teach Jeanie as well, the girl had little interest in martial arts.  Or meditation and all that for that matter.  What she did enjoy though, was hanging out with her older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are those girls watching me?" he asked her.  They were making a sand castle on the beach and discussing what to do about her scheme of looking for pirate treasure.  She'd heard a local legend about a chinese crew of pirates hiding some treasure in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie took a glance over to where he had indicated.  "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess they've never seen a guy with an eye patch and only one leg before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie smirked.  "Maybe they think you're cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're what, nine, ten years old?  Shouldn't they still think boys are icky?"</content>
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