Post by FABIAN THORNE on Jan 20, 2013 5:19:09 GMT -5
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You don't want to see what happens when I'm angry. He comes out when I'm angry.
NAME: Fabian (Promiscuous) Thorne
NICKNAME: What do you go by?
AGE: 112 (23)
BIRTHDAY May, 13th, 1894
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Escort agency owner
SPECIES: Vampire, carnivore or veggie depends on who's in control
ABILITY: Physical seduction
EYE COLOR: Either red or gold depending on who was in control last feeding.
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 128
BUILD: Slim, wiry
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Tattoos:
Chinese symbol for lust at the base between his thumb and index finger, gotten in reflection of Promiscuous, his second personality and the voice in his head
Tear drop tattoo under his left eye, gotten as a representation of the loss of his innocence, his new awarence of the dark side of life
Scars:
Bite marks on both the right and left side of his throat and on his inner thigh from his changing.
Several other bite marks from fights as Promiscuous
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Fabian has the vampire's typical pale skin and sculpted perfect looks and a gothic look that comes from his contrast. His hair is silky, almost shoulder length and blue black, basically his pride and joy. It is kept in a fringe cut with slight bangs that draw attention to his intense eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, in his case its quite true, whether it's Fabian's soul or Promiscuous's, every mood still shows like the pages on a open book. Fabian's slim build is by no means fragile, he has wiry muscles that are these days only really for show even if they enhance his natural vampire strength. Fabian has all the classic androgynous good looks, high cheek bones, full lips, perfectly almond shaped eyes.
The only marks on his skin are the three scars from his changing and the six others from the fights Promiscuous has gotten him into, and then the two tattoos he got as a human during his brief escape. But otherwise his skin is unmarked. Everything about him is perfectly groomed, solid evidence of his and Promiscuous's vanity. Fabian has the same subtle flamboyance in his dress style as he does in his appearance. Crisp dark outfits that wouldn't be anything but purely business like if it weren't for how they fitted him, or a different fold here and there that made it more than a simple business suit.
MOTHER: Diam Thorne, 47, deceased
FATHER: Mycroft Thorne, 45, deceased
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHERS: Jain Samathan, 87, ex-boyfriend, deceased
PETS: Butch - Black German Shepherd
BEST MEMORY: The first time Promiscuous saved him. Fought off the attacker and then later apologized for both the blood shed and not coming sooner.
WORST MEMORY: The first time Promiscuous took control, he woke up naked with his dead and drained lover top of him.
HISTORY:
1894 - 1901
He was born as the only son to the middle-class couple of England, Diam and Mycroft Thorne. Mycroft was a banker and Diam the daughter of a rich man. Born as Fabian Diam Thorne, he was the envy of Diam's friends for his perfect features. He was sweet, a perfect size, with fair skin and black hair. A beautiful, perfectly preportioned child. He was the apple of his parent's eyes. Fabian grew up to a good life, no problems even if it wasn't extremely luxurious. He was happy as he grew. Years passed, two, four, five. And then someone else noticed his beauty. Fabian's subtle allure had only grown with time, at five years old he was already showing his slim, narrow body and growing rapidly into his potential. And at that day on his birthday, 1899, he caught the eye of someone who could only be described as a madman. Johnson Ryves had a clinically insane obsessive personality that was only enhanced when he was turned thirty-eight years ago. When he caught sight of Fabian moving through the crowd, his obsession struck full force. For that day Johnson followed them both around until they returned home, and for that night he sat outside the window of Fabian's bedroom. Fabian remained thankful oblivious to his stalker at only five years old, and his mother and father likewise. Life went on, and everyone was unaware of the person constantly in the shadows whenever Fabian was outside or lingering outside the house whenever he was inside. Constantly there.
Fabian's seventh birthday came and finally he met his obsesser. He was playing alone outside while his mother went to fetch his present to surprise him, and being careful to stay out of sight, Johnson finally spoke to him. It was simple, talking, just being the friend Fabian had never really had with his automatic distancing. He didn't see anything wrong with it, even with the fact that the voice seemed to know what he liked, what he was interested it, everything. He was just a child talking to a new friend. And when Fabian's mother got within smelling distance, Johnson drew out a promise from Fabian not to tell her. That it would be 'their little secret'. And Fabian didn't tell her a thing, he was to happy having a new friend that knew him so well.
1906 - 1908
Fabian's eighth, ninth, tenth and eleventh birthday passed without event and Johnson was talking to him nearly every time he was alone with the parents out of hearing range. But when he turned twelve everything changed. His parents had left him in the fenced yard to play while they got his present as they always did every year, but this time Johnson showed himself to him. He told him that he should come with him, that he had something to show him, a surprise. But Fabian refused telling him that his parents told him to stay. But Johnson continued to try and coax him with promises and soothing words, and finally he gave up on earning the boy's compliance and just snatched him. Fabian was terrified when he finally stopped at a place far away from anywhere he knew, a house in a forest. He was taken inside and Johnson led him into a room and locked the door behind them. Then he just started to talk, like they had nearly every day. But Fabian didn't contribute this time, just stayed curled up in the farthest corner of the bed away from him. Johnson was frustrated and upset by the reaction, his insane mind not comprehending why he wasn't happy to finally be alone with him, without interruptions.
Fabian was well cared for, better than he ever had been at home, spoiled with anything he ever would have wanted if he was in a place where he felt safe. But he was terrified of this man he'd considered his friend, of the inhuman speed and strength, the feverish look in his eyes whenever he was around him. Fabian didn't understand what was happening, didn't understand why the man wouldn't let him leave. But time passed, six months he'd stopped trying to escape after one and Johnson started taking him outside. At first just around the forest, and then he began taking him into town. But it wasn't his hometown. A place he didn't recognize instead. Fabian started to settle into his new life, adjust to the rules and the obsessive need Johnson felt to keep him close. Even the strange outbursts of affection and Johnson's desperate need for him to return it. He started to behave as he had to get extra freedoms, the occasional chance to get outside without Johnson's hand constantly on him. Anything.
His thirteenth birthday came and went and Johnson was particularly affectionate that day, constantly petting his hair and gripping his hand. But he also allowed him the entire day in the town with only his presence instead of constant contact as supervision. It was shortly after he turned fourteen that things went a little hay-wire. Johnson had been acting strange in the last couple of months, possessive, no longer letting him anywhere outside the house without keeping a hand on him, barely letting him inside the house without supervision, accusing him of trying to escape. He was to young to understand anything about Obsessive love, particularly in that era. And so when Johnson hurt him while shaking him in a particularly bad episode, accusing him of having gone outside without him to see somebody, something changed when he was alone again in bed.
It was the first time the signs of his fraying insanity appeared, and he heard a voice in his head. Kind as it was dangerous, smooth and melodic with the undercurrent of danger. It promised him that it would protect him and he believed it.
1907-1912
Johnson's behavior rapidly escalated, his accusations getting more outrageous everyday, and Fabian was no longer allowed to leave the house at all, with or without Johnson's supervision. He also began to hurt him, never intentionally and never more than severe bruising and the occasional cut, but it was enough to frighten and distress the boy. But the voice didn't come back. More years passed and it reached a point where Fabian was never without some mark from his obessers insanity, constant bruising and even once, a broken hand. Only during his birthdays was Johnson ever the man he'd come to almost like in desperation, tender, caring, trying frantically to apologize for every bruise and cut. He came to crave those times that lasted for three days after his birthday every year. It was only on his seventeenth birthday that he really began to settle into it, reacting without any of the initial flinching to his affection, but on his eighteenth, that was quickly turned around. Johnson had left the day before to get groceries, and when Fabian woke up he was in a fury. Barely able to speak but accusing him of having left, of going to meet with someone, of betraying him. Fabian tried to reason with him but he could barely even get a word in. Johnson nearly crushed his arm before he realized the kind of damage he was doing and left, still in a fury.
Cradling his broken arm and badly fractured hand, Fabian crawled back into bed. He was crying before he'd even really registered what was happening. He still didn't really understand, why the man was obsessed with him of all people and why he hurt him so much despite that twisted love. And that night the voice spoke again. Whispered about getting out, about actually running away, doing what he was always accusing him of doing. Fabian was intoxicated by the idea of freedom. Of being out from under Johnson's iron-clad control and abusive hand. It wasn't even a week before he put the plan his voice had been whispering to him everyday, every minute of the time, into action. When Johnson went hunting after another outburst, he simply left. But he wrote a note to leave behind, a note that would distract him. He'd noticed the man's tendency to rave and fume without even realizing that the time passing was making it worse. He planned to get him like that, get him raging for long enough to get away. Get into civilization.
And unknowingly, Fabian pushed him into the last stage of Obsessive love. He honestly didn't except to stay free long, he was simply desperate to get out, to have that taste of freedom. So he was surprised when it lasted. He didn't stay in the town he first found, determined to get as far away from Johnson as he could. He managed to manipulate and seduce a man into paying his fare on a train using a similar method that he had with Johnson to get something he wanted. The train took him five towns away and he was still nervous. But he settled. It was on impulse that he went to a tattoo parlor, and the same thing led to his choice of tattoos. The black teardrops under his left eye and the Chinese symbol for lust on his right hand. The first was a perfect representation of how he'd felt since Johnson had turned abusive, like he'd lost the child-like innocence he'd managed to retain until then, and the second was chosen purely on the instinctive impression he'd gotten from the voice in his head that hadn't spoke up since the success.
Fabian took time to adjust to not having someone constantly hovering over his shoulder, keeping a hand on him constantly, to get used to being able to leave the house he'd found abandoned. But he could feel that constant presence in his mind pushing him towards reckless action. But what took the most getting used to was the complete lack of feverish eyes on him, now it was just the normal looks that came from his alluring appearance. People flirted with him and it was almost six weeks before he managed to respond to the advances, then he found he loved it. Affection and attention without the obsessive nature that had made him feel trapped with Johnson. He loved it care-free and easy. He also quickly discovered he had a preference for males though an ability to be attracted to women as well at a lesser degree. The owner of a bar he'd started to frequent for the company took him in and hired him as a simple entertainer. He drew a crowd just by being there, so his job was simply to mingle and flirt. He loved it and it kept a roof over his head.
But it couldn't last, Johnson came in the middle of the night, grabbed him while he was walking down the street back to the bar. He couldn't fight even though he did try. His nails were bloody and his body battered and bruised by the time they got back to the house. Two of his ribs were fractured by how tight he'd been gripped, but Johnson was back to his frenzied affection. He wasn't angry about him disappearing, he was apologizing for everything and nothing while stroking his hair and trying to sooth the injuries. Fabian was rigidly stiff the entire time, refusing to respond to the affection he'd earlier welcomed now that he'd gotten a taste of how it was supposed to be. He expected his voice to come back that night, with Johnson for once staying with him during the night, keeping him held tight and gently in his arms. But he didn't, he couldn't even feel the dark presence in his mind anymore. But he wanted it, that voice had given him almost a month of freedom, he had complete faith that he could do it again.
1916 - 1917
Fabian's life began again with Johnson, but this time things were different, he had more freedoms in some ways but less in others. He no longer had the nights to himself except when Johnson hunted, every other time he stayed with him and he got used to the cold of sleeping against a vampire's chest. No amount of the blankets Johnson got him could really fix that. But the abuse didn't start again, there were no more wild furies, and not a single mention of him escaping. Not even a hidden glance that showed that it had even happened in Johnson's eyes. But he knew it had, in the bad taste he got in his mouth every time he felt Johnson's hand petting his hair when before he'd leaned into it, craving that affection during the abusive days. Now he dreamed of the easy flirting at the bar, the casual caress he'd gotten from both male and female suitors. But years kept on passing, no opportunity presented itself that he could make himself take alone. It had been the intense nature of his voice that had let him escape last time. But it still hadn't come back.
Four more years went by, and Fabian started responding to the affection again as being deprived from any other company wore down on him. He started to appreciate it again, leaning into the caresses and - with far more difficulty - welcoming the arms around him at night. But then the voice came back. It was during a night when Johnson was hunting, and it came back with that melodic, seductive whisper. Asking him 'did he really think this was right?', as ferocious as it was persuasive. The voice reminded him that he was turning back into some kind of pet, made him remember what it felt like the first time he'd accepted someone's advanced, the casual caress along his side and glittering flirtatious eyes instead of feverishly obsessed. It roused that spirit in him again.
He began to not respond to the affection again, got rigid once more at night, and Johnson seemed hurt, confused. But Fabian was happier, he'd gotten some of the independence he'd discovered during that month back. The voice appeared only every now and then when he was beginning to relax into the affection, reminding him again and again. A year passed and then everything went wrong. For once he was still awake when Johnson came back from hunting, and he was in a mood he'd never seen before, intense, focused. He didn't even have time to think about it before he was pinned to the bed. And Johnson bit him. Twice on either side of his throat, confused of how to do it both by inexperience and insanity, but it was the same insanity that made it possible for him to stop from killing him. He also bit him on the inner thigh where it was exposed from being torn by the rough handling that had gotten him on the bed.
He woke after the three days of agony to his voice's gentle tone soothing him. Trying to tell him that it would be alright, that he'd hurt him for doing this. He didn't really wake up, his mind unable and unwilling to handle this new reality. He'd been aware from day one that his obsesser wasn't human, but he'd never known what he was, and the memory of the teeth sinking into his flesh gave him a vague understanding. It was almost a month before he came out of the limo he'd sunk into it, only aware of a occasional touch and his voice constant words, threats to Johnson and comfort and soothing to him. But he did wake up, and when he did it was to a dusty room and Johnson's fingers stroking down his throat, talking to him. He could instantly tell that he hadn't left the room or likely even the bed during that entire month with the exception of what seemed to be once or twice. The thought made him sick. But he didn't react, refusing to acknowledge the devotion he'd come to hate.
It was the entire day before Johnson could coax a reaction out of him. And it was with blood. The entire month he'd been barely aware of anything, Johnson had managed to get blood past his lips so he wouldn't be starved when he came to. But the scent was enough now that he was aware. He fed for the first time from the girl that Johnson had brought him, neck already snapped. Fabian was completely unaware of his strength, acting as he had for the last year. But there was a difference this time, the voice was constant now, offering opinions and snarling in outrage every time Johnson touched him. He promised Fabian that he'd get him his revenge, that he'd make Johnson pay for everything. And like always, Fabian believed him, his voice hadn't failed him yet.
1919 - 1929
The years passed for him in somewhat of a trance, he didn't act up, he didn't even become aware of his own strength. Humans were brought to him already dead, and he quickly discovered it was because Johnson wouldn't tolerate him drinking from a live human, because he saw it as intimate. That was just another thing his voice used to fuel the building anger. Finally, twelve years had passed, and he reached a breaking point. Over the last three years, Johnson had started slipping back into the abusive stage, back into his random rages. Fabian quickly discovered that he barely hurt him, but it was still enough. Finally, in one of his rages, Johnson pinned him against the wall and bit him. It was the closest the voice had ever came to taking over, but it was his voice's drive that made him snap and act on the anger and pain. He put Johnson through the wall. He attacked again before the other vampire could even react, and after a bit, figured it out. He had his former warden in pieces before his mind could register that the object of his love and obsession was actually trying to kill him. Fabian didn't know enough to burn the pieces, and left him scattered. But he was free.
His voice's influence glossed over the details enough to not have it damage his mind, so all he was really aware of in that moment was the fact that he was finally, truly free. He finally began discovering his new abilities, from the speed to the strength. He loved it, the feeling of power he hadn't had his entire life. He'd been defenseless, imprisoned and dependent since he was twelve. Now that didn't matter. Fabian began to discover more about his new species, including the fact that they weren't alone as he encountered another vampire on his travels to the town he'd settled in before. The vampire explained everything from how to kill another, to the Volturi. They stuck with each other for almost a week before parting ways. And finally Fabian found his old town,
1932 - 1943
The son of the man who owned the bar had taken over the business and welcomed Fabian eagerly after he recognized him, making a vague comment about 'not remembering him being quite so dazzling'. The night work suited his vampire side well as he could avoid the sun, and he did his hunting in the next town over. It wasn't until a year later that he finally found a name for his voice. He'd been rather uninhibited about physical relationships since meeting the vampire in the trails, but his voice was worse, persuading him into going over to this person, or to accept this offer as it came along. One day, he called him Promiscuous, after both the word and the demon, and it stuck. The rich chuckle he'd gotten in answer made it clear that his voice liked it to.
It didn't take him long to discover his powers, in one of those moments when Promiscuous's influence over him was at its strongest, he simply manipulated the chemistry in someone's body, switching it easily to lust directed at him. He loved that, as he could control the intensity, how easy it was to draw affection to himself when he wanted it, but he also discovered that it didn't work the other way around. He could seduce, but he couldn't turn away lust. He only lingered in the town for three more years before leaving, aware of the glances he began getting as some remembered his age when he'd first came and noticed that he didn't seem to be aging. He told his friend and employer that he was going and took off. Fabian learned from someone on the edge of town that besides their neighboring place, there wasn't any towns in that distance, just the ocean. And Fabian knew instantly what he would do, he decided to leave England for America. It was on the way that he discovered that you could feed from animals, when he found a vegetarian vampire feeding. Promiscuous was disgusted, he was curious. After the initial wariness, they began to talk. However disturbed the vampire was at his tendency to space off to argue with Promiscuous, he was still happy to explain,
Fabian was thrilled to learn of a new lifestyle than what Johnson taught him, eager to throw off the last of the reins the man had on him. And put like that, Promiscuous reluctantly agreed to the knew feeding. And their travels continued. It only took two days for them to reach the docks, and another two to find a captain Fabian could seduce into giving him a major discount. But they were off. The boat arrived days later and Fabian had never been happier to see land, he did not like the ocean. He found a large town to settle in once he was far away from the sea and quickly found a business that would welcome him as a waiter and give him a place. It hadn't really taken much for him to discover that he detested not having a place to stay. But he was for once happy, able to settle down without the constant fear and restlessness. Fabian remembered then that Promiscuous had kept his promise after all, he'd gotten his revenge, he'd been okay.
1948 - 1954
Fabian first settled into a actual relationship after five years in the town, a young man who'd frequently visited the bar just to watch him. They began to flirt, Fabian successfully ignoring Promiscuous's boiling anger and repeated warnings. Telling him that he'd hurt him, and he shouldn't trust him. But Fabian still responded to the flirting and gradually everything else as he got more serious. The man was called Lucas Damen, and after nearly a year of pursuing Fabian, he finally gave in. At first everything was perfect, Fabian stopped flirting with the costumers even while his allure continued to attract people. But six years later things went down hill. He and Lucas had started arguing, small petty things at first, but then Lucas began to develop a side that Fabian knew all to well, a jealous side that threw accusations at him with no basing. And one day, Promscious took control. The first time, it was similar to blacking out for Fabian, but he woke up with the last thing he remembered being falling in bed with Lucas after making up. And Lucas was naked and dead on top of him. Bled dry. All Promiscuous had to say was that he had said that he'd hurt him.
Picking up another job at a saloon where he was most favored, and actually bought a house. Life was easy, and nothing went on with him occasionally turning tricks at the saloon when someone caught his eye. Promiscuous didn't take over again, resuming just influencing his mood and decisions and keeping a constant commentary. A constant protective voice in his head that never hesitated to offer up death threats at the slightest offense. Another eight years passed and he moved again. The pattern continued for three towns and twenty-one years.
1925 - 1983
The next town he settled in was smaller, and Fabian discovered that it didn't have the mood and air that welcomed his habit of turning tricks at the saloon, but he was welcomed with open arms for rousing their usually sleepy, crabby crowd. Fabian also met his coworker, Jain Helis and quickly attached himself to him. They became fast friends and this time with him actually getting close to someone, Promiscuous was murmuring his approval. The relationship with him and Jain quickly escalated, but it was a year before they became anything, this time not because of Fabian playing hard to get, but because of Jain's silent insistence that he take it easy. Fabian was glad for the change of pace and Promiscuous would only make approving comments. He liked this person for Fabian.
Over the next two years, Fabian and Jain went from friends to intensely close boyfriends and though he claimed he had what we today call Wilson's Syndrome, Jain was beginning to catch on that he was more than human. On one of the nights they were returning home, it was confirmed. Another vampire appeared, both curious about Fabian and interested in Jain's blood. It quickly escalated to a argument with the conflicting views, and when the vampire attacked, Promiscuous for the second time pushed Fabian's control aside and took over. This time Fabian remained aware, basically a passenger in his own head. Promiscuous tossed the pieces aside when it was done and told Fabian that he would need to take them out of town to burn them later before conceding control with the last comment that he'd better go to his boyfriend.
Everything was explained to Jain who took it surprising well despite the circumstances, the one he reacted the most to was about Promiscuous. Everything else he'd been prepared for. Their life continued as usual, but easier no that there was no secrets between them. And after another year, Fabian finally got around to explaining his complicated, and twisted past to him. Jain reacted a lot like Promiscuous had. But the years continued to pass, and this time when Fabian skipped town again, he took Jain with him. And once again they adopted a routine, every eight years they would find a new town, a new saloon to take jobs at. The only difference was that Fabian completely stopped flirting and turning tricks. He was perfectly happy being faithful to Jain. And of course, he now shared control with Promiscuous, giving him control on frequent occasions while he dominated most of the social interactions. But all trouble was handled by Promiscuous.
1985 - 1998
It was bound to happen eventually. Fabian was forced to watch as his lover got older, Jain having no interest in immortality. And he died in 1986 at eighty-seven years old. Fabian stuck with him till the end. At the end up it all, Promiscuous took over for a week while Fabian recovered, and things didn't really go back to normal. After six years his naturally restless and logical natural took over and let him adopt a pattern again, but he didn't start flirting again for twelve years, ending the period with another vampire he met on the trails to a new town. All it took was a gentle prompt from Promiscuous for him to submit to the vampire's advances.
Fabian moved with the times, grateful as prejudices eased up against him and his type, but found himself anxious as technology and science made it harder to hide. He found solace in Seattle, drifting between there and a place he kept in Italy. Over time Promiscuous picked several fights with other vampires on his travels between Italy and Seattle, but things were quiet, something part of him was grateful for and the rest was miserable because of. But things didn't stay quiet long.
2000 - 2006
At the start year two thousand, Fabian finally found the business he was content with. With the money he'd collected over the years, he built a Escort agency in Seattle, starting small and working his way quickly up. He took good care of his employees and had them all at least slightly trained in combat just in case. Experience had taught him what it was like to be helpless. And finally, both he and Promiscuous were content. The rest will soon be history.
ALIAS: Diadem
AGE: Old enough to know people shouldn't think I'm so old.
EXPERIENCE: Year or so.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope
HOW YOU FOUND US: Aro pmed me on another site.
RP SAMPLE: Fabian's nails tapped slowly against his desk, his eyes focused on empty air. Another one of his girls had come back bruised, Promiscuous was already begging to get out. Its the best plan Fabian. Who can hit one of our people with a broken hand? Fabian almost smiled, it was a very good point. But still illogical. He had to find an at least slightly more diplomatic approach for this. Something that wouldn't scare other people away. He would not have his people working the streets because no one would come to the agency. The vampire rose slowly, making his way over to the window in the back of his office. He could see two of the younger escorts making their way to the entrance. Twins, both a boy and a girl. Fabian turned on heel, striding towards the door and pushing it open. There wasn't a knob on the outside, it was disguised as just another piece of the wall, but anyone who knew it could find the inlet to open it. "The twins are here, go meet them at the door and remember to keep an eye on them through the day. I don't want another accident." The security guard nodded to the sharp words and walked away. Everyone here had dealt with both Promiscuous and Fabian. So no one questioned them.
The vampire shut the door again, this time turning the lock before he headed back over to the window. I don't like this Fabian. Let me take control for the day, you know I'm better when things turn ugly. Fabian bit his lip lightly, careful not to break skin with his vampire teeth. He'd made that mistake enough times thank you very much. No Promiscuous, we both know your the one most likely to pick a fight. They don't need that. Promiscuous growled in his head before it softened to a purr, your right, as per usual Fabian. But remember, first sign of trouble, you are not fighting me. Fabian smiled slightly as another car pulled in. Deal. The agency door opened to reveal another security guard to usher the young woman in. That was protocol for them. Everyone was met at the door by a guard. Only those that arrived together would be allowed to open their door before someone was out there. He wasn't taking any chances with his employees. Fabian drew his curtain close as the door shut behind them, that was the last of them. And any calls were directed straight to his desk. Now he only had to wait. And pray for a little excitement that doesn't get our girls hurt. Your itching for a fight Promiscuous.
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