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Appearance:

Height 5' 8''

Name: Angelino Song

Age: 36

Occupation: Post office worker.

Repetition: 510 time

Original 17 May:
Angelino woke up beside his wife, she woke him up with her coughing. Apologizing for catching a cold. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood up at 5:42 to make her tea and breakfast for their school boy.

He listened to the rock station as he moved around in the kitchen. Waking up his child at 6:20 for school. The boy was snappish and tried to do his homework while eating eggs. It failed as the fat ruined the essey he did. It looked like a essay wasnt sure. He shoed the boy out the flat at 7:20 getting ready himself.

Leaving a soup for his wife he called her work in telling she is taking a sick day. He was being polite even thought the other side wasnt. Being in the train he read the newspapers, a murder happened not so far a place he often visited. Scary. On the bright side of the day, some high school boys managed to bring home several medals for physic. Angelino was sure their parents must be overjoyed.

More world politics and the economy pages stated about a bank loan problem he just viewed over. He came a bit early at his work place but he didnt mind it too much. His collages were fine enough. Sorting mail the whole day was somewhat boring, but it was a easy job. On occasion like today he would find several letters which had a strong perfume sprayed on them. Who knows what they hold in. But most of the time it really wasnt anything interesting.

Leaving job he went to the market. Before he reached his home a dog run to him barking and not looking like it was about to play. His owner a young girl managed to stop him from biting at him. She was sincerely apologizing saying that never happened before. Angelino rolled his eyes at that. No harm down no problem.

Coming home his boy wasnt alone and had two friends more, apparently a project for school. Angelino placed his money on them playing games instead of studying. His wife was sleeping the day away, and so it fall on him to do laundry. He failed, the white shirts became a ugly blue.

It was by the evening news the kids his son had over run out to get home in time. Mean while leaving a horrible snack hell behind. Ordering his son to cleaning he sat to watch the new talent show, laughing at some of the mess ups. His wife woke up it was already past 20h when she unceremoniously flopped beside him in sofa and turned the TV station to a basketball match. Her favorite team was loosing. She made him watch all till the very bitter end. The team was smashed.

The day ended with cuddling of his still sneezing wife on the sofa.

Appearance:


Name: Aaron Johnson

Age: 24

Occupation: Graduate Student studying Chemistry at Shimabara University.

Repetition: 12**th repetition

Original 17 May: Aaron Johnson woke groggily, as always, wretched out of his dreams by a screeching alarm. The first of many, if he didn’t manage to get out of bed before the more demanding ones came alive. Why’d I sign up for the morning session? Aaron wondered to himself while readying for the day. At some point the news mentioned a chance of rain, so Aaron grabbed his jacket on the way out. Carrying an umbrella around was a habit he’d never been able to form, and he could just keep it stuffed in his backpack if no bad weather came.

As usual, Aaron paid little attention to his surrounding on the way to campus. The subway ride appeared uneventful, although on the walk to class some poor guy got coffee spilled all over himself. Not my problem. Aaron thought, as he walked past the scene. Class was also uneventful with Prof Nakamura droning on about rotor models and then Prof Sinichi giving a talk about some new computational methodology. At least that was interesting, if hardly relevant to Aaron’s research.

A brief lunch segued into an afternoon in the lab, mostly consisting of setting up reactions, and logging the results of those which had finished overnight, before finally returning home. All in all, a perfectly normal Tuesday. Just as tomorrow would likely be a perfectly normal Wednesday….