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 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:29 am
With a face like this?
[He looks back down at the paper figure.]
I cannot.
[Andrew feels himself starting to fade.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:33 am
Understood... I..
*gunsinger notices the figure in the chair begin to shiver... like a heat wave*
I see. Time to go home is it.
*gunsinger tips his hat to the young man*
Good luck Mr. Andrew. I'm sure we'll meet again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:36 am
[Andrew nods to him as he fades out, leaving three cranes behind on the table.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:38 am
*gunsinger raises an eyebrow at the cranes... then moves over and ppicks one up... inspecting it.... he takes all three and carefully puts them in a pocket... then retreives the half arrow and the cigarrette from the table before makeing his way to the door... taking his key and exiting thw brink of time.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:57 pm
**Enter Luana**Luana faded in, pacing back and forth. Her hands were clenched ino fists. She reached out to a chair, thinking to pick it up and throw it across the room, but instead simply clenched and unclenched her fist repeatedly. After a moment of pacing she roughly grabbed a chair and sat down, then changed her mind and went to the rec room. *Exit Luana to Rec Room*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:25 pm
[Andrew fades in with his metal arm stretched across the bar, tightening loose screw with his other hand. He sees that nobody else is there, and simply continues maintainance.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:29 pm
[Andrew decides to look around. Luana has told him about different areas of the Brink as well as the key rack, and he decides first to see if he can find the library.] [[ Rec Room]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:24 pm
:::Cora emerges from the entrance to the library. She has her hair tied back... her expression looking nothing except exhausted. There's even somehting about the way she steps in, that's just pathetic.
She pauses on her way to the rooms, and looks over at the bar, her expression not changing much. But her direction slowly shifts over to the bar. Cora wants to grab a glass of wine, but her stomach and her liver are still working on a whole bottle she finished a little over an hour ago. In one sitting. And she barely felt anything. With enough exposure she could immunize herself to any other poison, and apparently wine was no different, despite desperately wishing it would make her drowsy.
Instead, she dropped onto one of the stools, and slid her arms over the top of the bar, until her chest lay flay over it, her cheek resting on the cool laquer of the wood. She examine a knick on its surface and pretended that it was interesting so that she wouldn't have to think about something important. But it didn't last:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:31 pm
:::Before long her mind was swamped again... tears began to dribble carelessly onto the bar top, and welled just below her cheak. She sobbed quietly, as though trying to preserve the dignity of silence to herself... but that too gave way to audible cries before long.
Her arms, outstretced a moment ago, curled over the top of her scull and muffled the sound. She wanted to roll over, and lie down so that the gravity around her wouldn't feel so strong. She even tried to freeze her own self in time knowing damn well it wouldn't work... but it was the only way she knew how to stop gravity:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:36 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie fades in nearby, walking forward, her worn old brown cloak pulled tight around her shoulders. She stops when she sees she's in the Brink, then turns at the sound of muffled crying* Cora .. *she pales and hurries over, resting her hand gently against her back* What is it, Cora? Are ye hurt?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:41 pm
:::Cora cries for a moment longer, even after she feels someone touching her. She barely hears Maggie's voice over the sound of her own gasps. But she finally lifts her head and glances over, eyes bloodshot and dripping still.
...in trying to supress another sob, her body shudders, and all she can muster before falling back onto the bar is a nod:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:45 pm
Oh, Cora ... *It's easy to see that she's past the point of being able to speak just yet. All Maggie can do is just stay near her, rubbing her back, until she gets it out of her system*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:47 pm
:::Her voice cracked after a few moments, still muffled by her arms:::
I- I.... was just- trying... :::sob::: to read, and I've - :::breathe::: I've been reading for- so long...
:::She broke back into tears:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:50 pm
*Maggie listens in confusion, stroking Cora's hair in her attempt to soothe her* Here now ... 'tis alright, Cora. 'Tis alright if ye dinna wish te read now. Ye can stop fer a bit ..
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:53 pm
There's- :::gasp::: nothing e- else... when I'm not :::sob::: not, reading, or :::sob::: practicing, I feel :::breathe::: useless... I was just, reading and- and then I just, :::sob::: couldn't anymore.
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