by Alpha* » Wed Jun 26, 2013 4:20 pm
Abel continues to point out things, guessing at them the way he has always done, and recalling from memory what he has been told. His voice is soothing, "Can you smell the salt on the breeze? A storm is comming i think, there is the wind in the palms between their leaves, the saw of their trunks and the clunk of the coconuts its almost like some sort of music." he hums along and creates a melody, listens to the crack of a piece of wood in the fire.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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