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  <title>Greg Eastbrick</title>
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    <name>Greg Eastbrick</name>
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  <updated>2006-12-07T16:53:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:2244</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-12-07T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-07T16:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-07T16:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Greg was dreaming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was running with someone.  The moon, full, shone down as they ran, gleeful, exhilerated.  Greg, in his dream, threw his head back and laughed, unable to remember the last time he'd felt this happy.  He turned to his companion and swept them up in his arms, cradling them against his chest.  He breathed in their familiar scent and felt their hands on his skin.  He lifted his head and kissed them slowly, smiling when he pulled away.  Sean smiled back at him, blue eyes almost glowing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then Greg jolted himself awake, gasping out Sean's name quietly.  He graoned quietly and sat up, glancing at Evan to make sure he hadn't woken the younger man.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:1898</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-11-14T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T21:14:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T21:14:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I...I bit Evan at the full moon.  He seems okay with it, but I can't stop from beating myself up about it.  I make it a point to stay &lt;i&gt;away&lt;/i&gt; from people, and now I've done something like this.  He doesn't blame me (much) but I still feel so fucking guilty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;First Sean, now Evan.  Is this going to be a habit or something?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:1772</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-10-30T17:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T23:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-30T23:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Place is a fairly small room, like someone's living room, only with a kitchen and a bathroom, the bathroom through a door off to the side.  The couch looks well-used, comfortably so.  There are a few armchairs, and a small table in the middle of the chairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg takes Jubilee through a portal and through one of the many doors that dot the walls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This just...is here now and then," he says, making himself comfortable on the couch.  "It might be in between the Nexus and real worlds, I dunno.  There's no field here."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches underneath the couch and pulls out a bottle of vodka.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:1358</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-10-21T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-22T03:01:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-22T03:01:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rico slept with Sean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to want to kill him for that.  No right.  It's not my Sean, I have no right.  The part of me that's screaming at me to grab him by the throat, slam him into the ground and make it clear that Sean is mine.  But he's not, and I have no right to want to do that.  None at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;small&gt;Little smug little bastard he fucking told me what happened I didn't want to know I didn't need to know could have been happy with out them but he told me and now I know and he's my &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; and he slept with him and it's not like Isamu who I could dream about killing and not feel bad but Rico is...was...has been a &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; and I don't know what to &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:1137</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-10-08T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T20:31:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T20:31:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Greg was human and in the Nexus.  Fully dressed and remembering the night before.  He'd spent part of it with Sean, the other Sean that wasn't from his world, and he'd kissed him very softly when they'd turned back.  They hadn't said anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg pushed himself up and mussed with his hair some.  He headed toward the portal that lead to Evan's world, and made his way to Evan's home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked on the door.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:815</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-10-07T02:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-07T06:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-07T20:39:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I met someone.  Evan.  He's really cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I'm going to keep looking for Sean.  I told him that.  He understands.  But I'm lying to him about the thing and he hates being lied to.  If  I can just get by tomorrow night I'll tell him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:572</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-08-24T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T03:04:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T03:04:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Greg led Rico over to a more deserted area of the Nexus and sat him down on another couch.  "Talk to me, Rico.  What's up?"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greeneye_greg:361</id>
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    <title>greeneye_greg @ 2006-07-27T03:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T07:11:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T07:11:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Greg couldn't remember leaving Rory's apartment and going back to the Nexus, but apparently he had because here he was.  And ow that hangover.  Ow.  He lay down with a sigh, hands over his eyes.</content>
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