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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:00 pm
"You're welcome."
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Richard kicks his shoes off.
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"Fine. Make the house guest take care of it. It's probably his fault." She turns and leaves.
Richard Sr. grumbles and stomps further down the hall. He enters a back room.
Lindsey tries to stab again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:09 pm
"I'll see you around." Off he goes!
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She sits.
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It flaps away again and launches into a very loud and angry protest as it flutters back to the main room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:11 pm
"Goodbye."
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Richard decides to change into his pajamas because he hasn't in awhile. He moves with slow, aching movements.
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Lindsey creeps back after the birdie some more, wondering if he should use a different weapon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:18 pm
She walks over to help him.
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Birdie has decided it doesn't like Lindsey very much. It dives behind some curtains and peeks out at him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:20 pm
When he removes his shirt blood can be seen on some of the bandages.
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Lindsey creeps up. "Niiice bird."
And finally Byron shows up following Richard Sr. He pauses to take in the scene.
Richard Sr. points. "Over there."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:22 pm
"Should we clean you up a bit?" She looks him over thoughtfully.
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The bird tilts its head and caaaaaaws suspiciously.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:24 pm
"..I'm fine."
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Byron states the obvious. "It's a bird."
Richard Sr. frowns. "I know it's a bird."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:26 pm
"Are you sure?"
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The bird looks at Byron and gives him one of the hard stares.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:28 pm
He pulls on a shirt. "Yes."
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Byron ignores the bird's stare and waves absently as he turns around. "This is none of my concern."
Richard Sr. glares at Byron's back.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:30 pm
"Well.. if you're sure." She hugs him.
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The bird crawls out from behind the curtain and waddles to the front door. It taps on it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:32 pm
He winces and nods. Hug!
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Lindsey thinks maybe the bird will just leave. Then he remembers the many other birds. He peeks outside through the window first.
Richard Sr. turns to watch.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:35 pm
"If you need anything, just ask."
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The birds outside are just chilling out doing bird things. Some are pecking the dirt, some are fighting over a stick, etc.
The one on the indoors flaps up to scratch at the doorknob.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:36 pm
He nods.
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Richard Sr. frowns at the situation. "Just let it out."
"But there are more, sir."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:38 pm
She leads him over to the bed.
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It staaares at the door, then staaares at Lindsey.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:39 pm
He is led.
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Richard Sr. draws a gun. "For goodness sake." He shoots at the bird.
Lindsey leaps back.
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