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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 7:14 pm
"I meant the two faced filth of the upper class...even though she wasn't upper class, she withheld the same secrecy and shameful lying...." He added before sighing to her second comment. "I was going to speak with her...I had told her we would speak once I had calmed down so that I wouldn't do anything rash...but she ran. Further proving my point that she is in fact guilty...." He seemed very troubled by all of this.
*I is fine <3 UG I REALLY wish I hadn't sent her away! D: lol...>,<*
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:07 am
"The lower classes can have their secrets and shameful lying, too," Lorey said, growing more and more upset with him. "I lived in it. And don't you think that she ran because she was afraid you'd just go and attack her again? For heaven's sake, Richard!"
Lorey sat up again awkwardly. Without being able to put pressure on her wrists, even making a move to get out of bed. She really wanted to see Damian.
"I would have run, too... If you don't have any evidence other than what some other criminal said... then you practically don't have any at all."
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 8:58 am
Richard glared, for the first time, angry with her. "Lorey, You just don't understand!" He stood as well, wanting to just leave but wasn't sure if he should. "She knew my wife, she seemed terrified that I was her husband, and seemed skittish at the thought of it. She wouldn't-" He stopped himself for his voice was beginning to raise. "I need a drink..." He mumbled, rubbing his head which was begging for a scotch.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:34 am
Lorey managed to swing a foot out of bed before wincing at the stitches in her side. Everything hurt too much... it was better to just stay put.
"Of course I understand. Or maybe I don't. I don't know..." Her hands were beginning to feel like their old, not-numb selves again, restrained by splints. Her little fingers wiggled out at the ends, one hand petting the other in some effort to make them heal faster. "I hate not knowing. I feel so stupid sometimes, and it seems whenever I try to find out or figure out something, it just..."
Blows up in my face, she thought bitterly. Especially anything having to do with Richard. He always got mad at her whenever she wouldn't let something lie, more specifically when something was against him and she kept showing him ways in which he was wrong. Maybe she was being too persistent, she thought. Maybe... she was just being stupid.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:14 pm
Richard had his back turned to Lorey, shaking his head still. "Lorey...You think having all sorts of knowledge is good? The saying 'ignorance is bliss' is far too true, ecspecially in this situation...There are just somethings...no one should ever experience or know...alright?" His voice had a hint of venom in it, though he tried to soften it. "Just...don't pursue this kind of knowledge...alright?" And with that, he excused himself, rather hastily to the kitchen. He poured himself a scotch like he had planned, but couldn't bring it to his lips. His head swam with horrid thoughts and memories and regrets, including getting impatient with Lorey just then.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:22 pm
Lorey sat upon the bed, shaking slightly and red-cheeked. Things never, never became resolved whenever they had their disagreements, and she couldn't help but notice that they'd been having more of them lately. Lorey wanted to cry, or scream, or run, but she wouldn't. It simply would not help the situation.
And so, she sat back upon the bed slowly and carefully, trying so hard not to hurt her wrists again.
Why can't he trust me, she thought bitterly. Why won't he? The pain? It was becoming ridiculous.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:28 pm
Richard found himself sitting on the floor, not feeling fit to sit anywhere else. the scotch was turned over at his side, mostly empty now, as he mumbled profanities and criticisms to himself, as he fought the urge to sleep. That's about the time Enty came in. Seeing Richard in this old state disgusted him, but moved him to pity him slightly as well. With a sigh, Enty drug his drunk and depressed friend to the living room, where with much difficulty, he managed to prop him up and scoot him onto the couch. satisfied that his friend would be comfortable, Enty sought back to the kitchen to ransack the fridge for fruit.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:38 pm
The next day, Damian felt well enough to at least stand for a few minutes. It was just long enough for the blood to return to his brain, fueling it for thought and action.
Raquel had left him. That was the first fact he had to come to terms with. She had left because of Richard's threats... but, there was also good reason to believe that she was guilty. That small moment of mental illness, he had decided, made everything possible for Raquel.
And did he really want to consort with someone like that?
Could someone who was ill like that really... love him?
The small silver bracelet upon his wrist called out for his attention. Such a small, fragile thing... And it was upon his wrist, acting as a token for everything he had tried to fix and had ended up losing anyhow.
Damian heaved a frustrated sigh, stepping out of his room, and out into the living room.
And it was in little time at all that he found Richard strewn out about the couch. Odd, he thought, that he hadn't been with Lorey. She was wounded, after all.
"Richard," he said, and without any warmth to his voice. "Wake up."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:41 pm
Richard winced in pain at the sound of Damian's voice. Even though he hadn't spoken any louder than normal, his voice still seemed to boom through Richards head. He was still sleeping off his alcohol and pain but managed to open one eye at Damian. "What do you want?" He asked, rather annoyed. And who wouldn't be in his situation. He had just fought with his girl, and spent the night on a tiny couch, recovering from a hangover.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:52 pm
"I want you to get off my couch and do something." Damian took up a nearby newspaper, and with a smart flick of his wrist, fwacked Richard over the head.
"Why are you even out here? Doesn't Lorey need help or something? She has two broken wrists, you know. Or did the alcohol make you conveniently forget?"
Even in his state, Damian could see Richard had a hangover. Never would he allow such sloppy behavior in his house, not even from himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:03 pm
Richard moaned a bit before sitting up, grasping his head with his hands. "She's fine...Shes resting right now...but it doesn't matter...she probably wouldn't even want to see me right now..." He sighed, trying to wake himself up with a few slaps to his own face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:10 pm
"You don't know that she's fine, you fool." Damian gave him one last slap to the head before tossing the newspaper to the side. Needless to say, any friendship they once thought they had was now gone.
Damian hobbled pitifully to the kitchen, mumbling curses, but he stopped. He had found the empty bottle sitting ominously upon the floor, acting as a testament to Richard's night. Idiot, he thought to himself. That great idiot.
"So, while she was struggling, you had a drink? How typical." With wince, he kicked out at the bottle with his bad foot, earning only the clink against the floor.
"You have a heart who loves you and all you can do is... run."
How just like Raquel, he thought. Everything he was saying was truly about her. "You have someone who looks at you and sees you for who you are to them, and nothing more. Your past doesn't matter, they give you everything you could want or need... and then you just leave, trusting that they are alright and will get better without you."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:18 pm
Richard managed to get himself to the kitchen. "So you miss her...we get it." He sighed, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms. "Look I'm not perfect alright? I'm not nearly good enough for Lorey, just as you've thought from the beginning. But I know she loves me..." Richard seemed to be thinking aloud as he stared up at the ceiling. "..No matter what...I know she still loves me. She's said it and I know I can take her word for it...that and she's shown me in countless ways...." He seemed to stop himself, realizing he needed to go see her.
It was then when a happy, but full Enty stumbled into view, he had bits of fruit all over him, as he gave off a little burp. A pile of cores and peelings were left on the table where the little guy had supposedly just been hiding out. He said nothing to the two, not wanting to get involved between anything they were arguing about and headed to return to his tree outside.
Richard barely paid his friend any mind as he stood up straight. "I've been an a**..." He said finally. "To her. I'm hoping she'll forgive me...but at the same time...i feel like she will..." He turned to leave but stopped a moment.
"Maybe Raquel feels the same." And with that, he diapered down the hall to locate the bathroom to freshen himself up.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:25 pm
Damian hadn't had time to react to what he had said. Richard was gone, leaving him with a furry little... thing...
The same furry little thing that had chucked him out of doors!
"You blasted... for heaven's sake, clean it up or something!" he barked. But even taking his anger out on the small creature did not help the hurt he had inside. He didn't miss her, he corrected in silence. He...
There wasn't even a word for it.
Meanwhile, Lorey was in the bathroom within her own room, filling the sink with water. It was her plan to wash her hair, though just how, she wasn't sure. The splints and bindings on her wrists couldn't get wet. Only her fingertips, which had become less swollen, were peeking out. But, they would have to do. Somehow Lorey couldn't bring herself to seek out Richard and ask for help.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:48 pm
Richard had managed to wash his face and comb his hair back, enough to make him look a little presentable. With a sigh, he stood in front of Lorey's room, hesitating before knocking. "Lorey?" he called, opening the door a little. "I Know you probably don't want to see me right now...but...can I come in?" He asked, keeping his head down in case she was in disposed.
Enty had meanwhile pretended not to hear Damian's request. In stead he cocked his head and looked to him. "Do-ana beeshoo Raquel?" He asked. It was either a question regarding her absence or regarding his feelings for her. In either case, Enty looked up at him with curiosity.
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