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  <title>Crim</title>
  <subtitle>Crim</subtitle>
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    <name>Crim</name>
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  <updated>2004-06-01T03:10:53Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:4932</id>
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    <title>Sorry for the delay.</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T03:10:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T03:10:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i had the wonderful luck of getting the system to work, I wasnt as fourtunate with the archives. They were pretty messed up. some of the data i had to re-imput manually. In short, recovery sucked to high hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the first transmission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vampire smiled.  “I have immense faith in you, Crim.  Now, for the payment.”  &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan’s hand appeared out of nowhere; that black cloak makes it seem like it’s floating, and in his hand was a medium-sized white envelope.  It slid across to me.  I opened it, counted the money inside, closed it and put it in my jacket.  Inside the envelope was ten thousand dollars.  The usual fee for my paranormal investigations is: ten thousand up front, whatever I want at the end.  You’d be amazed at some of the lovely things I’ve gotten.  Like my car… oh, I love my car.&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, leaned in close to Jonathon and said, “I’ll do what I can.  I’ll be in touch.  Let the Queen know I’ll be over to talk to her sometime tomorrow night.”&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Other than that, you can contact me in the usual manner.”&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, again.  “Good luck, Crim.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;I started to walk out.  I wanted to walk past anyone I could as I was leaving the club, and hope that they’d wish me luck, too.  Because I wanted all the luck that anyone was going to give me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the club, an overwhelming sense of dread momentarily clouded my mind.  Looking at the grand scale of what I was being asked to do made me twitch.  But then, there have been a number of jobs that made me twitch, and I’ve always come out on top.  This one’s important.  I can’t screw it up.  No pressure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:4857</id>
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    <title>They say it's my birthday.</title>
    <published>2004-05-15T01:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-15T01:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It appears that fate has decided to give me a present. This damn thins is working. Over the years, I have been a willing test rabbit for Dawson products, and this one is by far the hardest to deal with. It is, to be fair a new direction with them. they do weapons, not telecommunications and data storage.&lt;br /&gt;Im working on getting the old files up and runnig, but it's time for me to go on patrol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, would ya gimmie a present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of you in my head, but all i get here are lines of decoded type. How bout you tell me a little about you guys, and ask me any questions you have. Tomorrow, when i get home, I'll work out the files, and get something uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i gotta go.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:4394</id>
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    <title>Greetings and Apologies</title>
    <published>2004-05-12T18:41:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-12T18:41:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could blame my lack of data transmission to the failings of Dawson products or an overly active assignment. But the truth is, I got lonely. I missed hearing from you. Yea, I know, I didnt know you were there before. but once I did, I was hooked on the connection. Call it a weakness. It made my day sometimes.  Being alone in the city, waiting for a faerie to come and spill their guts about a problem can be made lighter by checking and seeing that someone cares, even when they barely know you. So when the machine broke again, I let the sadness of silence keep me from immediate repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a particularly hard day, I came home and in sublime fustration, kicked the hell out of the prototype. It immediatly whirred to life and told me I had mail. Yay for applied mechanics. I read a reply that stated simply, "you're missed". Moments later, it sputtered dead again. I felt like the slimey underside of a snail. Folks *did* care, and I was here being depresseed. That couldnt be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is after 3 nights of kicking and fixing this thing. I'm transmitting now, before it's totally fixed, because I wanted you to know that I'm here, and I'm sorry. I'll get this thing up and running, hell or high water. Then, I'll get the archives reloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being around. ill talk to you soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:3538</id>
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    <title>Upgrade alert.</title>
    <published>2003-11-03T07:11:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-03T07:23:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hi.... &lt;br /&gt;it appears the security function uprgrade has been desinged for this prototype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form what i get from this, it means that this wont just be randomly broadasted and picked up by intellgent people with the right codecs.. only accepted personnel can enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be considered, please connect with the open broadcast point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys that have always been there, ive made sure you can stay along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to hear from you soon...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:1571</id>
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    <title>static....</title>
    <published>2002-11-21T01:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-03T07:18:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have any idea that this was two-way...&lt;br /&gt;i recently checked the unit and found two flaws: thee first was that there was a malfunction in the system. so some things wenr coming through and making it here. the second was that i like hearig from you people. thank you to sheekayt and myobu and  apparently those of you ot there who follow this weirdness that feigns for my existance. as soon as i can get the bugs out of this, ill recap some of the stuff you missed and catch you up. but first, i dont get to talk to people much, and im sure you have some questions. is there anything i can answer while im here  knocking out glitches in this system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill answer a few if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimsonflash:435</id>
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    <title>Testing, testing....</title>
    <published>2002-08-19T19:50:42Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-19T19:50:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello? does this thing work? looks like it. well hi there, whoever has the codes to recieve this. this is a journal program connected to a unit in my ear which picks up on my thoughts and trasfers them to a treminal hidden somewhere. some folks have the codes, like you...some of you dont even know what you've found. but it's the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you will read is weird and strnge, but it's what i go through every night. it's my job, my life , and my calling. sucks to be me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im geared up and on the way out. ill send somemore later.</content>
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