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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:24 pm
 She particularly jumped, having been lulled into a state of ease, when Simon suddenly pushed her away. There was a moment of honest to god confusion, and what looked to be betrayal crossing her face. When he finally spoke, her eyebrows were partially raised- and only became even more so when she realized he was panicking over Chris McLean's shirt. Glancing down to the aforementioned article, she seemed entirely unphased for a moment, before a sort of s**t-eating-grin took her face.
"Oh, this old thing~?" She cooed, obviously horribly proud of herself and taking it from the host. There honestly wasn't a flick of remorse to the girl- she hadn't been there for his major meltdown, and was still entirely convinced that she'd gotten away with her actions. Rat b*****d had said to keep up appearances for television, anyway! Striking a few poses to show the thing off, a bubbling giggle reached her throat, and her savage grin turned a little more genuine- honest. Settling back against the cabin's wall, Annabel shrugged lightly.
"I think I wear it better, personally. And come on, it's not like he didn't deserve it. Even with the sc-" But then, the amusement seemed to fade, and Annabel caught herself. Frowning briefly, she seemed to shrug herself a bit more into the shirt. There was a silent moment where she simply sat and thought, contemplating over the entirety of her actions for the first time. Well. She did know about the scar, and he knew she knew. So... oh ********, that was going to be bad. And with the purple hair...
"...I'll go take it back, if you want." She added meekly, swallowing heavily as worry settled in once more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:37 pm
 Simon watched with what could best be described as muted horror as Annabel flaunted her 'trophy' in front of him. It was a good thing that his shock had ultimately pushed away the knowledge of her confessions for mixed feelings for the guy - otherwise his poor brain would have dried up and snapped in half at this display. And frankly, it was unnerving enough on its own to witness Annabel's sadistic joy and pride out of essentially shaving the mane off of the island's residential lion.
An extremely cruel and twisted lion.
Who could very well be watching this right now.
"Umm... Annabel..." he started while she struck her poses, hoping to alert her to the fact that she had done something Very Bad. She kept going on, however, not seeming to notice - and then finally she stopped midsentence, and he could see the realization dawn on her, thank whatever higher powers who cared to cast an eye to this place.
"You'd probably be better off if you did," he admitted with a shy nod. "Just... it might be dangerous to go out there all alone..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:53 pm
Oh, but the girl was very much a cruel and sadistic lamb herself- were she not entirely controlled by the lion and in total fear of him, she might've had a bit more reign over her emotions. But, what could you do, being in a sadistic and borderline creepy relationship? Beggars couldn't be choosers, or some moral like that. But no, Annabel wasn't thinking morals right now- she was contemplating, instead, how to get this shirt back- and away from Chris- while keeping her head firmly attached to her shoulders. Still silent in her thinking, her head whipped up to Simon when he mentioned going alone. Ears pinning back a moment, she bared her teeth- not in anger, but in warning.
"NO! I refuse to let you get hurt, Simon. Not again," she snarled, and had it not been a vow of protection, it would've sounded downright like a threat. Muttering to herself as she stood up, Annabel quickly dusted herself off, the romantic air of the girl entirely gone at this point. Looking into the woods, she scowled slightly.
"He's not likely to be at the wavemac- ...there." She corrected quietly, anger and worry evident in her voice. Half of what she spoke was in jumbles, not likely to make sense unless the listener also knew the inner workings of her mind. No, he wouldn't be surfing- not now. Not when he knew that's where she would look for him. So if she hurried off quickly, there was hope she could slip in and out without being seen. Tail twitching ever so lightly as she thought, she seemed to conflicted to do anything- finally, she turned back to Simon.
"Simon, I..." her voice was gentler this time- worried. Giving him the most pleading look she knew, Annabel stepped backward towards the trees.
"Trust me, please. J-just don't follow me, and trust me. I promise you, I'll be back in ten minutes- twenty at the most. Just... you have to trust me. I swear to god, Simon, on every moral I have, what little decency is left in me- I'll be right back. Just... please wait for me. And trust me. I- I need you, here. Tonight."
And not waiting for a response, she turned, dashing into the woods.
As long as Simon was willing to try- and she was still willing to give- there was hope.
At least when she got back tonight, things could be alright. For a little while, anyway.
A little while was all she needed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:06 pm
The snarl made him flinch. As much as he knew the intentions behind his words they still stung a bit for various reasons, and his gaze at her was slightly hurt as she continued on, half of her words not making sense. Thinking back on it, he would be able to assume that the parts that confused him involved the things she couldn't - or wouldn't - speak to him about. Questions about half-finished statements burned at the front of his mind, but now and here was not the time or place to ask them.
Instead he silently watched as Annabel slowly stepped away, the darkness within the trees swallowing her until she was only a silhouette, and then an indistinguishable shadow among the others within. He offered a slow, stiff wave at her retreating form, then with a burst of footsteps she was gone.
Trusting her parting words, Simon waited.
And waited.
And waited...(( FIN ))
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