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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:44 pm
:::with a small gulp she walks up closer, to be within normal conversation distance:::
It's ok... it means you're the first.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:20 pm
You say that as if... [breathe] that is a a good thing.
[The weight of his left arm is bothering him, so he sits back down near Kara and rests it on the table.]
Are there others like me... [breathe] in your time as well, Miss Kara?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:25 pm
:::She shakes her head as she watches him sit. The guy looks like he's uncomfortable just...being:::
No... no one like you. :::She gave him a minute:::
Does it hurt?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:31 pm
Sometimes.
[He gestures for her to take a seat nearby. It would do no good to leave her standing like that.]
Doc says that will get better... [breathe] as time passes, but sometimes I also get phantom... [breathe] pains. [pause] Is it obvious?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:32 pm
:::She sits down opposite him. When she does she starts looking at him...not in his eyes, more at his real eye:::
:::Kara nods, the look on her face sort of sad:::
What happened... why are you like this?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:42 pm
I don't remember that day very well. [breathe] But someone was planning to kill my best friend, not realizing that.... [breathe] I was the actual pilot of our craft. There was a bomb, a crash...
[She seems kind enough to listen, by am I telling her all this? He does not bother to stop himself though.]
While I was unconcious, ... [breathe] my father agreed to let Doc McColn experiment on me... [breathe] as a last resort. So now, I'm alive, though the world thinks I'm dead, ... [breathe] and I look like this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:46 pm
:::That sounded terrible... to live like that, to have your body...not really be your own. She wondered if it happened to her what she would have chosen:::
I'm so sorry... are you sorry they did it?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:52 pm
[He speaks calmly. To get worked up now would likely cause malfunctions. The machines and his flesh were still not getting along well yet.]
They had no right to do what they did, though I understand my father's... [breathe] reasoning. He did not want to lose me the way he lost my mom, but... [breathe] they should have let me die. They left me with half a body and half a life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:57 pm
:::Kara puts her hands over her mouth as he spoke... he would rather have died:::
Ooh... :::what could she say to him after that? It made her want to cry. To be half alive, to be in pain like that:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:59 pm
I am sorry. It was not my intent to... [breathe] upset you, but you did ask.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:02 pm
:::She took her hands down from her lips and looked at him:::
I know... I'm sorry. Aw, geez. I'm being a downer. This is probably the last thing you want to talk about.
:::Kara fidgeted with the sarong where it layed over her knees, not knowing what to say to him:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:07 pm
Perhaps another subject... ?
[He feels an ache in the scarred areas of his body. The painkillers that Doc McColln had given him are wearing off at last. He rubs the upper part of his left arm with his right hand.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:17 pm
Yeah... sure.
:::She eyed him as he blatently rubbed his arm. Normally Kara construed that sort of gesture as bait... but he didn't seem like the type who wanted to hook. Not to mention, the whole half/metal-I-would-rather-be-dead-thing wasn't exactly a turn on. I'll bite.
If there was anything Kara was good at it was an amazing grasp on the human senses. She got up and walks around him, putting her hand over his where he rubbed his shoulder:::
May I?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:18 pm
[He squirms only a little as she touches him.]
May you what exactly?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:20 pm
Rub your shoulder... I'm an expert, I promise.
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