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1. A new research project
From: Teri Kemerer <vampchick21@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 12:26:53 -0500 (EST)
From: Teri Kemerer <vampchick21@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: A new research project
Scene: Lindsey's apartment, Night 8
"So yer going back to the University? Girl, you were there until 4 in
the morning last night, yer gonna burn your eyes out." Rosie huffed,
twirling one of her newly done braided extentions as she gazed at her
friend and roommate with concern.
Lindsey just smiled, shrugging slightly. "Love your new do." she
winked, her usual lazy drawl marked by the fact that she'd only had 3
hours sleep before returning to work. And she'd only come home to have
a decent supper before heading back.
"Don't change the subject."
"You're turning into a mother hen Rosie." Lindsey laughed, taking her
dishes into the little kitchen. "Besides, the time frame for getting
this project done is slim to almost none. And on top of that, I might
have a new investigation for us."
"Like what?" Rosie shook her head slightly, giving up too easily on
trying to talk Lindsey into staying home.
"Well...." Lindsey reentered the living room, sitting down to pull on
her boots. "I'm entering this diary, or journal of this young woman,
predates the civil war. She claims to be seeing all these bizzare
things, Voodoo, zombies, she even claims there's vampires around if you
can believe it."
"Voodoo and zombies I can buy, but she's serious about vampires?"
"Well, she doesn't call them vampires, but the description matches the
legends. Frankly in that I think she read too much Stoker." Lindsey
laughed. "But I'm thinking, if we can research the family, we might be
able to cull some good info on 19th century perceptions of the
supernatural, and some further info on slave practices, I think that's
what she's seeing and that she's prone to hysteria."
"So you're gonna print out a copy then." Rosie laughed. "I can't wait
to see it."
"Yea, I'm making a couple of copies." Lindsey stood up, collecting her
coat and bag. "Once this project is finished, we can get to work on
this family, I'll see what else I can find on them, see if any
descendants are still in the area, the usual stuff."
"You are insane." Rosie shook her head. "Try to get home before 4 am
this time, huh?"
Lindsey stuck out her tongue, slipping out the door and narrowly
missing the cu****on Rosie tossed at her.
<tag & TBC>
Submitted by:
Teri Kemerer for Lindsey Daniels.
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heav'd-and for ever grew still!
The Destruction of Sennacherib
-- George Gordon Byron (1788-1824)
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