From: Yosh1121 <yosh1121@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] Déja Vu is a Pane in the Arse Date: Monday, April 19, 1999 6:53 PM Oz awoke, and groaned. He seemed to be doing this way too often. He opened his eyes, to see a face of a man, in about his 30's with a receding hairline problem. "Good morning, Oswald," Dr. Paxton greeted wearily. "Whoa.... Déja Vu." Oz mumbled, "In the worst kind of way...." ((Somewhere in NC, a nurse paused. She trembled slightly, and in a few moments was replaced by a dark figure in a suit. The Agent walked, slowly and deliberately, towards NC-Oz's room...gosh, that movie was cool...)) "Yes, I know what you mean. You should not have ran off like that," the doctor lectured wearily. "Now we've had to re-sew some of your stitches and bandage you up some more. It wasn't very fun, and you were unconscious the entire time, although with those erratic mind patterns, I wouldn't be too surprised if...." Doctor Paxton sighed. He had more important things to do than to lecture some young delinquent on the importance of how a healing facility worked best if you actually stayed inside of it. Oz simply nodded, although not listening to a word the doctor droned on about. After a while, he noticed a growing pain in his head. "How long have I been in here?" Oz interrupted the doctor. "I don't know. Several days," Doctor Paxton was becoming irritated. Alarm flashed across Oz's face. In a matter of seconds he managed to jump inside his regular clothes, grab his backpack, grab a small bottle of painkillers, and zoom out the door, leaving the poor Doctor Paxton sputtering a protest. ----- Oz darted into a vacant hospital room nearby. He closed the door and made his way across the room to the window across. He had little time to spare before he was found and returned to his room. He slid the window open, finding behind it to be a.... window!! Oz clumsily used his one good hand to slide that one out of the way, only to find yet another closed window. "What?" Oz muttered in bewilderment. He launched into a window opening frenzy, only to find a new window behind every one. He reached one window, that had a sole word spray painted on it. Resistance. Oz slid a few more windows up to find "is", and "futile". He groaned. A couple more after that, and he was met with the sight of a brick wall. He yelled in pure barbarian fury and frustration, and threw himself at it. Oz crashed through the convincingly painted window and into an alleyway. Oz jumped up, and bolted out of the alleyway, heading in the general direction of which he hoped the airfields were. "Déja Vu," he muttered to himself, yet again. TBC? ~~~~~ ::winces::Well, that's the best excuse I could come up with. while not as entertaining as flying around an island for three days...::shrugs:: I'm not sure I even know where I'm going with this... Heh, oh yeah, and sorry for the pointless Matrix thing at the beginning. I just finished seeing it, and it was pretty gosh darn cool and I can't stop thinking about it.... I have such impressive willpower... "Stop punching me!" "But I'm not!" "Yes, you are! See! You just did!" "But I'm not *really* punching you!" "Yes, you are!" "That's the Matrix telling you I am. I'm not really, though" "Fine...there, I didn't really just kick you!Mwahaha!" "::shrugs:: Whatever..." "Didn't it hurt?" "Not really." Yosh (Who has *way* too much freetime) ---------- Note: Beware the Agent Yosh.