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Pleasure to meet you James, are you new?
I think so...
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@macdonovan
Well, I’d love to hear it sometime if you change your mind. What’s it about? If you don’t mind me asking…
Pleasure to meet you James, are you new?
I think so...
I-I..
N-No… I-I um.. -mumbles.- anorexia. But they’re lying.
*writes A-N-O-R-E-X-I-A on notebook* That's a nice word. What does it mean?
Who's lying?
I-I..
I um.. no nurses, okay? I just passed out, its fine.
...Do you happen to have narcolepsy?
It's New Year's Eve tomorrow?
A-actually, I didn’t like eggs very much so…
I don’t know about being a, uhm, blether? But I do like to talk, and maybe too much - but I’m working on that. Ah, well, if I slept at night, I’d sleep better knowing zombies wouldn’t get to my brains here.
Aye, yer a blether alright. Ye talk too much for yer own good. Ye dinnae sleep? How can ye fight the zombies if ye dinnae sleep?
I-I..
-stays limp for a moment or two before waking up- Wh-what?
Mademoiselle, are you alright? One second you were talking, and the next you fell!
You write? That’s wonderful, I bet it’s great…you ermm…don’t need anyone to read through it do you? I’d happily oblige. Oh, I’m Emma by the way, it’s short for Emiliana.
No...no, thank you.
Hello Emma. I'm James...James MacDonovan.
What the fuck is a “goonie”?
And I’m not, like, lightheaded, just bored out of my head.
It's a nightgown, didnae ken that?
Bored? Yer a young lassie, go and play with dollies or something.
That’s cool! Lots of people write about love these days!
Absolutely. Especially the Children of the Revolution.
I-I..
…Madam? N-no one’s called me that before. -sways once before fainting-
Never? Why, that wo- Oh!
Mademoiselle? Oh my!
A story about love? Are you a writer?
I often write about love. Because...I love love.
Ha, good one.
Good what? Last year was 1900 and now it's 1901.
It's New Year's Eve tomorrow?
Oh, uh… Are you sure? I wasn’t even alive in the 1500’s. Well, maybe in a past life if that’s possible, but…
That actually makes me feel a bit better; you seem like you know what you’re doing. Oh! Zombies! They’re humans who were bitten by other zombies. They die and their skin gets all weird and their organs start falling out… They’re like the walking dead. It’s really cool, and simultaneously scary. You seem like you could kill a lot if you had to.
Of course. I'm sure I'd ken the year I live in. Dinnae teach yer Granny tae suck eggs!
Yer a blether, aren't ye? Ye talk too much. But dose zombies sound bowfing. I dinnae like them. If they threaten Pennhurst, I'll destroy 'em all. Aye, I will. I've got meh sword and my horse, that's all I need.
Ermm…hello? What have you got going on there?
Ehm...it's a story I've written. Nothing too great, though.
I-I..
I d-don’t f-feel so good.
Madame, do you need help?
What did you finish with?
It's my...story. About love.
I’m not even 100% sure it’s really 2014. I don’t feel any different.
Um, 2014? It's 1901.
...a story about love. A love that will live forever. The end.
Ah, done at last.