{"id":101,"date":"2011-01-18T21:40:18","date_gmt":"2011-01-19T01:40:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writtenGESStures.com\/?p=101"},"modified":"2012-04-20T00:23:40","modified_gmt":"2012-04-20T04:23:40","slug":"forum-perambulate-corn-dog-chain-expedient-shoe-luggage-slayer-brick-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writtenGESStures.com\/?p=101","title":{"rendered":"After the Forum"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>forum perambulate corn dog chain expedient<br \/>\nshoe luggage slayer brick world <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Their footsteps thudded on the sidewalk pavement with surprising speed. Under different circumstances, they would have marveled at the lack of rhythm. Their footfalls were so frequent that the noise was almost constant. Their panting, however, was in perfect unison. Air rushed into ten lungs and quickly rushed back out. Inhale, step, exhale. Inhale, step, step, exhale. Inhale, step, step, step, exhale. Until one pair of lungs forced a respite.<!--more--><br \/>\nCarl slowed to a near stop. With his hands on his narrow hips, he heaved air into his lungs. He held his eyes tightly shut for several seconds, walking on with stumbling steps. \u201cWhy did we&#8230; go to the forum&#8230; tonight?\u201d<br \/>\nUp ahead, Rachel turned around. She ran back toward him. She was barely out of breath. Her years of cross country running served her well.<br \/>\nThat bitch, Carl thought. She could run around the world carrying her luggage and be just fine. He didn\u2019t think to blame his slower pace on the four corn dogs he\u2019d eaten earlier.<br \/>\n\u201cWe all decided it was most expedient to go when they were all together. Who knew it tonight was feeding night?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cThis is no time for perambulating!\u201d Pamela screamed as she caught up to them and yanked on Carl\u2019s arm. \u201cCome on!\u201d<br \/>\nCarl took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and made to take another step. But his right shoe was encumbered by a huge wad of still-moist gum. Shit! he thought in a panic. I\u2019m gonna die because of some asshole\u2019s gum. He yanked his leg upward and stepped out of the reach of the long fingers of an unnaturally tall woman with white-blonde hair.<br \/>\nBrick in hand, Rachel swung a roundhouse and banged the brick down onto the woman\u2019s head. She brought it back up for another swing, but the woman went rigid and fell stiff into the gutter. The thick titanium chain around her neck made a loud clank against the pavement.<br \/>\nThe sight of the blood and matted hair stuck to the weapon made Carl\u2019s stomach turn.<br \/>\n\u201cDamn, Rachel. You\u2019re like, the Slayer of our group.\u201d Antoine said between breaths.<br \/>\n\u201cThanks. I think.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWhat does that make me,\u201d Carl whined, \u201cthe Xander?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cThe Xander. That sounds kinda cool.\u201d Rachel said.<br \/>\n\u201cI\u2019m pretty sure he doesn\u2019t think it\u2019s a compliment.\u201d Pamela said.<br \/>\n\u201cIt\u2019s better than being the Fred of our Scooby Gang.\u201d Serena said as she approached.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Brick in hand, Rachel swung a roundhouse and banged the brick down onto the woman\u2019s head. She brought it back up for another swing, but the woman went rigid and fell stiff into the gutter. 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