*He hesitates. A few feet from the door, just off the sidewalk he stands. His eyes flutter from the door to the roof, then over his shoulder. He seams nervous...he tells himself he shouldn't be. No one knows...no on tells.

Before he can think more he moves into the building and gets a sudden jolt...all those computers, frizzling, crackling.... electric tongues wagging! He can feel himself getting hard. Down boy.

He barely smells the scent of coffee and sandwiches until some waitress type tells him that food's available and the java's fresh Colombian....then adds a Miss...since he's dressed, and looks like a girl. He smiles and grabs himself a cup of steaming coffee and a cheese, mayo and ham sandwich and sits by a free computer.

He sets the food down, untouched and stares at the screen...ohmigawd...its so beautiful.

Nimble fingers tap at the keys, in a moment he is hooked up to some random forum. It looks like your typical singles-to-meet-singles crap...but Hunter created it for deeper reasons.

He bites his lower lip as he pauses for a moment and watches the screan.

Jibb-Catch the new Argento film?

Hon-e-which one?

Jibb-Goblin.

Hon-e-??? thats a new argento flic???

Jibb-Of course it is. Do you fear Goblins Hon-e?

Hon-e-naw...not me! goblins are kewl!111!!!

Jibb-Ever see a Goblin? If I could see one right now that would rock, don't you agree, Hon-e?

Hon-e-yah...i guess

He chuckles, catching sight of a familiar name. He knows they play dumb real well.

Gobl3n-h3y you mo-fos, th3r3 Is no such thing As goblins, ghouls or other spooky things...Morons. you're all 3FfIn whacked...insaNE i say! why Dont you just go crAwl back Into that ScarY, i-wanna-b3-a-vampir3 hol3 of yours and shut the f00k up about things that go bump in the night...they do not 3xist.

Jibb-We are not afraid. We are brave. We are...we are...

He bites his lip again then exits the site...they've said enough. He's said his peace....Hunter will be at ease now. He told her they'd keep in touch...*

((hidden message...not too hard to find, anyone finds it though gets a cookie! ))  

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*He leans back against the not-so-comfortable seat and reaches for his coffee. He lets the scent of fresh java waft into his nostils, relaxing him slightly.

A blink at the screen then pretty eyes shift around, a frown wondering why these knob-heads spend so much time playing crappy games on-line, when they could be exploring the depths of something much better their precious computer has to offer them. He shrugs single-shoulderedly to himself and huffs into his coffee before chugging half of it down.

He suddenly feels aggrivated, like this five minute session was nothing more than a quick thrill when what he's craving is an all nighter.

He gets up, pockets the sandwich, pays the waitress and hastily makes his way out, coffee cup left next to the keyboard as the phantom words echo on the screen; We are not afraid. We are brave. We are...we are...in electric tongues.