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  <title>And so we dream of a time when good was all that we could find.</title>
  <subtitle>We need a hero.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Adam</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-22T23:35:29Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:3081</id>
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    <title>im_a_frog @ 2009-03-22T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T23:35:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T23:35:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After his date with Yumi, everything had gone great. And then, all at once, Adam's world came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destruction of the power coins. The deaging of the world as they searched for a new power. Then things were going find, thanks to the Aquatarian Rangers. They'd found the Zeo Crystals, they had everything under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in an explosion of fire and rock, the Command Center was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message from Adam to Yumi was brief.&amp;nbsp;It was the only thing Billy could do for him; without the Command Center to maintain and guard the portals to the Nexus, and under attack from foes old and new, he was cut off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some major trouble. its really bad here, but we wil do our best. dont worry. ill come back as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cant i want you to know that i love you. and im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his PINpoint it was sent, and then upon agreement of them all, the PINpoint was smashed to ensure no one could use it for harm if they didn't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The armies of the Machine Empire had arrived.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:2977</id>
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    <title>E-Mail</title>
    <published>2009-01-19T20:41:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-19T20:41:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To: Yumi Bishop&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, yumi. im on the school computer so i have to be fast. can i meet you in the nexus soon? i dont have a lot of free time right now, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adam</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:2607</id>
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    <title>im_a_frog @ 2008-04-10T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T20:30:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T20:30:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being alone with Tommy tended to be a surreal experience. Without the distraction of the rest of the team, it was far too easy for Adam to notice certain details about Tommy. His hair, his hands, his smile. He'd let his mind wander, once or twice, to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thought in itself was harmless, he'd come to think. This was a crush that he'd had for awhile, and probably would continue to have, but he was happy with Yumi. Very happy with Yumi. It wasn't going to stop him from noticing other people, male or female, but he knew where he was and what he wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, sorta. Hormones aside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why haven't you introduced your girlfriend to your parents yet?" Tommy didn't even bother to look up from the car engine he was examining. "You've been going out for awhile. Kim's starting to complain about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But... the Nexus..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll need a cover story. That's not to hard, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I - have you &lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt; my parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Briefly." Tommy looked up then. From the look in his eyes, Adam could tell he didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if things go wrong?" he asked weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you've got the Rangers to help out. Honestly, Adam, you can save the world, but you can't introduce your girlfriend to your very nice parents? We all know how much you like Yumi. How fair is it if your parents will never know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam had to admit that it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then don't hesitate anymore, man. You know I'm right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that, Adam found himself in the Nexus. He could call her, and he would call her, but for right now he was going to see if he could run into her first. You know, all casual-like. How bad could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Pretty bad, ohgod.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:2403</id>
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    <title>The Real Date [locked to iwalka_lone ]</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T04:33:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T04:33:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So. They had admitted they liked each other. That was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was time to go on a real date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the problem. All he had to do was pick up the phone and call. Sounded simple enough. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the end, it was Tommy who walked in, heard Adam stammer about it for five minutes, dialed the number and gave the phone to Adam, and then walked back out quite calmly. But those were needless details.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More importantly&lt;/em&gt;, the phone was ringing and he really hoped that Yumi would pick up. He couldn't possibly ask Tommy to redial for him, he had some pride intact.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:2224</id>
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    <title>In Which Rocky is a Pest</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T05:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T05:08:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Do you like her?"&gt;"Adam, Adam, Adam, hey Adam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam did not look up from his magazine. "Rocky, have you heard of a thing called an 'indoor voice'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No clue." His best friend bounced over to the couch Adam was stretched on and ripped the magazine from the other boy's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?" Rocky crowed, dancing around with the magazine over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam blinked at him. "Have you been drinking that new super-charged soda again? I told you to quit that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is not why I'm here! Yumi likes you! I've got proof!" Rocky grinned. "Absolute proof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're such a liar," Adam grumbled, closing his eyes as if he was sleeping. Sometimes that worked with Rocky. It rarely did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not! Listen, have you heard of that Nexus secrets game, or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, Rocky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not lying! There was a secret about you there, and it was from Yumi, I know it was - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;, Rocky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it totally was about you! She likes you, man. She really does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could have been about anyone else. Why would she like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky stopped bouncing in place, frowning. "I'm going to tell your mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You - what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to tell your mom that you have a girlfriend. Right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam shot up, reaching for Rocky. "Oh, no, you won't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky danced out of the way. "I'm going to tell her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's at the store!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Oh." Rocky paused for a moment. "I'm going to tell her when she gets back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam muttered something in Korean and flopped down again, pulling a pillow over his face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam, seriously, man. Do you like Yumi, or do you not like Yumi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Then, when Rocky was opening his mouth again, Adam shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like Yumi. Okay? Okay. I like Yumi. Shut up now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky nearly cheered. "Are you going to tell her that? She likes you, I just told you she does!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm horrible with girls, you know that," Adam groaned. "Just go away, Rocky. These things take time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you tell her if I got Aisha to help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to get her right now." And off he went, out the front door like a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rocky?! Rocky! Now right now, how are we even going to... aaaaargh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe common sense would rule out on this. Or someone would save him before tragedy struck. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:2013</id>
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    <title>Not-Date, Part Two [for iwalka_lone ]</title>
    <published>2007-04-16T15:49:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-16T15:49:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Adam had seen Yumi's world, and now it was time to return the favor. He waited at the sign, trying not to pace. He felt... nervous for some reason. Why would he feel nervous? It wasn't like he didn't know Yumi, or something. This was just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nowhere near a date, and he wouldn't allow his mind to even touch the subject.</content>
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    <title>im_a_frog @ 2007-04-02T09:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T16:17:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T16:17:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">((Anyone trying to reach Adam can contact him here!))</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:1487</id>
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    <title>[Private]</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T17:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T17:53:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Maybe I do need some time on my own. &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dear_multiverse/2730096.html"&gt;The Nexus&lt;/a&gt; seems pretty good for that, and meeting new people. It's still a little strange, though. Alpha says there's nothing that seems dangerous about it, although he and Zordon didn't seem thrilled that I've visited more than once.&amp;nbsp;I like talking with Kaa, though. I've never met anyone quite like him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the only ones who know. The last thing I need is Rocky hanging over my shoulder asking about the cute girls I've met. If we haven't been best friends for so long, I'd wonder about him at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd especially bug me about that Yumi girl. She was really nice, and I wouldn't mind talking to her again, but I don't have time for things like that. Maybe when I'm in college, I will. He'd bug me about her being pretty. She was pretty, but I wish Rocky would realize that personality counts more. If I was interested. Which I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she meant by 'X-Man.' It can't mean what I think it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im_a_frog:1210</id>
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    <title>Aftermath</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T23:58:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-04T23:58:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Adam's &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sages_of_chaos/6827256.html"&gt;trip to the Nexus&lt;/a&gt; had finally quieted most of the guilt he had been carrying with him. Adding that to finally being able to finish his homework, some thank you notes to relatives, and even being able to take a nap without being interrupted once by Zedd's goons, and he was feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was cleaning up, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" he called to his parents upstairs. He opened the door a crack... and blinking, opened it more. "Aisha? Kimberly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprise!" His friends held up a pair of skates.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are for you!" Aisha chirped. "It's time for some skating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, well... Sure." Flustered, Adam let his friends drag him out the door and off to have some fun. It was long overdue.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Narrative</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T20:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T20:43:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today had not been a good day. Adam stumbled to the bathroom, pale and shaking, and finally threw up. He felt a little better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents were out. The answering machine was beeping; he pressed the button automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hey, Adam? This is Tommy. We've got to talk, man.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing to talk about," Adam muttered, going through his fridge. Nothing looked edible, but he didn't feel like eating anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;We really worried about you. All of us. I'd rather talk about it in person... just hang in there, okay? Rocky and I are going to stop by around four.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam glanced at the clock. It was ten minutes 'til four. Forget about it; he didn't want to talk. Not to his friends anyway. Picking up his jacket, he walked out the back door. The answer machine kept playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Just don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault...&lt;/i&gt;"</content>
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    <title>[private]</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T22:13:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T22:13:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, I can't believe Zedd turned my science project into a monster. I'm having trouble with that class already, and by the time we defeated that monster my project was ruined. I don't know how everyone else does it, especially Billy. Between the Rangers and my homework, it seems like my homework is always the one that gets sacrificed.</content>
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