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kimblee visits risemboolThe day was growing shorter, Kimblee gritted his teeth, thinking of how close and yet how far he was from his destination. He strolled up the hill, hoping the house of the Rockbell's was close. The silence of the day in the sunset was wonderful. Kimblee remembered that he had stated that he and he alone, work by himself to the soldiers waiting at the train. He snickered under his breath at the thought of their, stupid, dumbfound faces. Was it so hard to believe he would kill them if they got in his way? Pff, what amateurs. He drew his hat down his head to keep the sun out of his eyes. He looked ahead as he got to the top of the hill and spotted a house. It looked like dumpy trashville.
"So the fullmetal made friends with a girl who lives here?" He sighed. "Well I wouldn't have expected anything different." He chuckled to himself. As he drew closer he spotted that the house was being held together with as much effort as any beginner alchemist would with his work. They had patched it up
letters and verbsSing a melody for me
Sing my lonely ballad
Sing to your heart's content
Sing until it's all just spent
Sing so my fragile ears can hear you
Sing softly for only me to hear
Because I sing for you
My rhythm clinging to your heart like a tattoo
I walk as death
Until my very last breath
I am death herself
Blood shed like Macbeth
I'm everything spoken of death
Stuck in my song-less mess
To dream is to wish, to wish is to hope
It goes in a circle
That will continue and never end
So forget hope
The cycle will lead to dreaming
Turning to a wish that will turn to a dream come true
The last few minutes of my life will be spent
When I just stare at the sky
As I forget and let my mind go numb
I'll bring the tsunamis to the tides
The hurricanes to the winds
Monsoons to the rain
I can always bring the crisp note to a bird's song
The spark to the fire
But what I can't do
Is bring the smile to my own lips
Wrapped in sorrow
And ever lasting pain
Bring to my nonexistent heart
The things that'll
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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