So The Seven became Three – Part 3

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.

And last but not least, members 5 and 6. Member 7, in case you hadn’t guessed, is me. So this is it ladies and gents the end of a very boring series of posts. If I have time latr, I’ll make another post on something you might actually like.

On with the show.

Jericho (Number 5)
Age: 18 (Deceased)
Nationality: American
Jericho was the party boy of the group. Always organising get together which could never happen, whenever he was in Europe he always stopped in on me and Simone. Simone and I, being the quiet types, always convinced him to have a simple coffee or something with us. He fancied himself something of a car genius. Could break into and hotwire any car he wanted to. Theoretically. He never showed us. The whole “against the law” thing.

He shared my addiction to caffeine, though unlike my good self he actually drank tea and coffee. There was many a night when we’d both end up speaking over Skype because neither of us could cleep. Him, high on caffeine, me too damn scared. He did always laugh at me for that. Fear of sleep was an odd one that he could never understand. He was the one who introduced Avvy to the group, never did find out exactly how he knew her. Another interesting trait of his was his odd behaviour around water. It wasn’t that he couldn’t swim, but whenever he was in water he’d go very quiet. It was the only way we could get him to shut up for more than five minutes Honestly, he was worse than me. He was also as a closing note, a fantastic piano player.

He was one of the ones killed in the accident last week. He died on impact when the truck hit his car. At least I know he didn’t suffer.

Avvy (Number 6)
Age: 18 (Deceased)
Nationality: American
Avvy was Valens’ girlfriend. Four years last May actually, so long before I met Valens. Incredibly witty with the sharpest tongue I have ever seen on a girl. She took crap from noone and God help you if you messed with any of her friend (ie, us). Seeing as how Preacher was rare enough to hear from for most of us (he payed special attention to me for some reason), it was usually Avvy who’d end up fighting our battles, whether we asked her to or not. I remember one occassion especially, some drunk guy was hitting on Simone. I stepped in to try and guide her away. Drunk guy and two of his friends try to start a fight. Thirty seconds later two are holding their “man-jewels” and the other is nursing a broken nose. I’d literally just turned to pay the bartender, turned back and BAM! Score on for Avvy. She did not give a fuck if it was “unfair”, she’d go for the eyes, throat. Anything to get the message across.

She and I had a friendly rivalry as the techie of the group. Me and Windows, Avvy and her precious Linux. Pah! I’m not going to lie, she was a lot better than me, but I held the edge in that I could maintain focus for a lot longer than she could.

Avvy was the other one killed alongside Jericho in the car crash last week. And the world is worse off for it.

So that’s it. From Seven we are down to three. R.I.P. Cannan, Jericho, Avvy and most of all Simone. You will be missed.

And thank you readers, for bearing with me. Regular crap continues on Friday if I don’t get a post up later today.

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1. Metz says:

   July 31, 2009 at 5:20 pm

   Hi,

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