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 Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 10:13 am
A co--? *Bard laughs nervously* You can't be serious.. she was just fine only an hour ago... You saw how much fight she had in her, Theresa.. she...
*he trails off. his eyes flick about the hall as if searching for something reassuring to grasp onto* Will she... when will she wake up?
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 10:34 am
*The other nurse glances at Theresa before stepping away* "I'll go see if I can grab the doctor again.."
*Theresa keeps her eyes on Bard though, shaking her head sadly at his question* Mr. Awenson . . . I'm sorry. *she puts her hand on his arm, both to brace him and offer some sort of comfort for what she's about to tell him* She's not gonna wake up.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 10:45 am
But she... she.... *he chokes on the words, his throat is painfully tight, and the hallway is starting to spin. He reaches out and touches the wall for support.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 10:52 am
I know, I know it's real sudden . . . Take a breath, Mr. Awenson. You gotta breathe now. *Theresa keeps a grip on his other arm to steady him, tries to guide him toward a chair* I'm so sorry. Sometimes it just happens quick like this.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 11:10 am
*Bard resists being led to a chair.* I want to go in... I need to be with her....
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 11:28 am
*Theresa nods, not making any attempt to talk him out of it. She'd like to see him sit down, but there's a chair in there too* Alright, okay. We'll go in with her. *she says, moving with him back into Christina May's room*
*Inside, Bard's mother appears to just be sleeping. Her chest rises and falls evenly with her breathing, but there's an oxygen tube taped under her nose now, a steady beeping coming from the machine monitering her vitals*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 7:33 am
*Bard walks over to his mother's bedside slowly. He sits down in the chair, never taking his eyes off his mother*
If it's all the same to you... I'd like to be alone with her for a little while....
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 7:41 am
*Theresa hesitates breifly, but then nods again* I'll be right outside, then . . . when you're ready to talk to the doctor, you just go on and let me know.
*She looks at the two of them sadly, then makes her way out of the room, closing the door softly behind her*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:01 am
*Bard just sits in silence for a long time, watching his mother's chest rise and fall. When he finally speaks, it's hard to tell if he's talking to her or to himself*
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
*He fidgets, fiddling with his fingers. He chuckles softly, hollowly*
You know? We weren't supposed to end like this. Parents... children... not speaking until....
*He raises his voice a little* God damnit.. didn't I try? I tried. I came here, I spent weeks with you... making sure you were okay. Trying to... trying to just talk to you....
*He glances at her, expecting her to move, to argue back, to acknowledge his existence*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:03 am
*But Christina May makes no response, utterly still aside from the motion of her breathing*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:21 am
*Bard clasps his hands together* Is this part of my punishment too? To never say the things I really meant to say?
*His voice breaks* All I ever wanted was to hear you say you loved me. That you were proud of me. That we didn't deserve what he did to us. That you were sorry. Weren't you ever sorry?
*a tear rolls down his cheek, followed by another, and another* I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry I couldn't be the son you wanted me to be ... I'm so sorry... sorry, I... I...
*he shudders and covers his face with his hands unable to stop the tears*
I'm so sorry I couldn't save you....
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:28 am
*he wipes his tears away on the sleeve of his coat. he reaches into his pocket for his handkerchief, but it's gone.. he gave it to Cora... instead he finds a little slip of paper. he unfolds it, looking at the words, not comprehending at first, then slowly understanding* *he whispers* Maggie... *he squeezes his eyes shut tight, burying his face in his hands.. wishing... wishing...* ** Exit Bard to Library 35**
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:12 pm
** Begin 'Black Magic Woman' **
** Enter Bard, Melliandra, and Jaguar from Main Room, 645 **
*The Jaguar appears with a jolt in the Walgreens parking lot in Skokie, IL where it had vanished so long ago. Bard looks around, blinking at the sudden disappearance of the bar. The hot noonday sun is beating down over head and he squints out the window through the glare*
I -I did it... I--
*He's cut off by the shriek of a 30-something suburbanite woman who is clutching her two wide-eyed children and staring at the car as though it were possessed by the devil*
Oh dear....
*he starts to get out of the car*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:18 pm
*Melliandra, still in the driver's seat, in her fifteenth century gown, moves her head slowly from side to side.* Well, well, well . . . what's this, now? *the woman's scream draws her attention, and a grin spreads slowly across her face*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:32 pm
*Bard gets out of the car and smiling, trying to look as nonchalant as possible*
Hi there... *the terrified woman clutches her children closer to her in response. Bard swallows* I'm sorry, we didn't mean to frighten you or your children.
*The children don't look the least bit frightened, actually. They look more amazed than anything else. Bard supposes they're better equipped to a handle the sudden appearance of cars out of thin air... hmm... thin air....*
*Just then a pimply-faced man in horn-rims, a white short-sleeve shirt and tie bolts out the exit. He sports a Walgreen's badge that declares he is Kevin Nolan, Assistant Manager.*
"Is everything okay? Is this man harrassing you?"
*the woman stutters* "The-the car..."
*Nolan eyes it suspiciously*
*Bard spreads his hands apologetically* I'm so sorry about this.. it's all a misunderstanding... you see we're magicians. *He turns his head and give Melliandra a look* Magicians. Isn't that right, Mel?
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