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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:49 pm
Lauren shrugged, sniffling a bit. "I'm not hurt..." she lied, to Awen and herself and now was starting to feel better... like something got hit that was needing to be hit for a long time. "Ima.. fine... yeah... I'm fine" She smiled a bit. "Nah, shout at me all ya want. I deserve it and I can take it. I'm sure you won't loose what's important of yourself, no one can take that from you. Maybe try thinking about that will make ya feel better. Just don't turn towards escapes that will end up biting you in the a**." She wasn't really sure what to say.
Moreau was a good guy... right? God if he was so good, why did he hurt everyone? "Don't be scared, that'll get ya no where fast." Her mind scrambled for the right words... nothing came out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:57 pm
"You really are wonderwful Lauren." She said smiling over her shoulder. "I'll take care not to yell at you again, okay? And hey, i'm always scared, I've been scared about other things at other points in my life... I'll get over this eventually...." She paused a second and took a ncie refreshing breath.
"Moreau will help with a few fears soon enough. I guess just next time I see him I'll get the truth from him, instead of having to sit and wonder and worry...right? he's helped a few people already...adn I can tell other's lives are better here. I just... have a lot left behind. But, like always, life goes on, right? We'll live through this, at least I think we'll live through this..." She wasjust jibing the whole process.
"So no worries. but honestly I'm heading out for a bit. I think I definately need some kicking a** with a big stick time...." She gave a little wave over her shoulder and moved back for her duplex.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:08 pm
Lauren bit her lip hard... was smiling and went to hug Awen. She pulled away afterwards letting her leave. "Thanks... it's nice having a friend." Jeez, Lauren was so soft and squishy on the inside right now.
And then she looked around, in all the drama she never even noticed Hargun and Amaya leave... damn she didn't even get to say goodbye.
Looking around, the halloween music playing Lauren picked up a blow up skeleton. She felt empty on the inside... like him.
Memories plagued her mind and clouded her thoughts as Lauren sighed going off to her room, holding the skeleton closely for comfort.
Would she always be alone?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:03 pm
Ambrose began to regret having 'saved his appetite' for the party that night. He knew there would be concessions and had been looking forward to see the party snacks, and now he found himself hungrier than even normal during the party - resulting in him making a glutton of himself in front of many of the other partygoers as he made frequent trips to the refreshment table to fill up plates.
As he was ladeling himself a cup of punch, he noticed a figure crouched down beside the table. with a surprised exclamation he kneeled down to her height.
"Hello there, Colche! What are you doing hiding down there?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:26 pm
"Pretty ambrose" were her first words to the blond haired man as he crouched down to her hight. Her huge deep blue eyes peered from under the table and she looked to Ambrose with a slight pout "scared" she said simply, pointing out to the crowed of people still handging around and making noise. Crowds, were exceedingly frightning to her, she had been around groups before but never socially. She was quite happy to hide int he dark where it was safe. She picks up a mini roll that was sitting on her plate, it was supposed to be chocolate but there was definately something rather fishy about it. She took a bite without even flinching peeking under the cloth before turning back to Ambrose having swallowed the strange treat "Colche Ballerina." she smiled brightly at this statement she didn't qquite understand what a ballerina was, but she had been informed thats what the cloathes signified, who was she to argue?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:30 pm
Ambrose's smile lit up as she spoke to him. Her vocabulary certainly did seem to have increased some since he had last seen her.
"And Colche is very pretty as a ballerina." He smiled, gesturing to her cute tutu. "Ambrose is a musketeer." He grinned, gesturing to the blue-velvet tabard he wore.
"And don't be scared. There aren't many people here right now." He gestured out to the mostly empty room, music lilting from the stereo on the stage. There were still a few small groups, but most of the big activity seemed to have died down for the moment.
"There's good food up here." He smiled. "And - we could go see how the music machine works, if you like?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:37 pm
"Mus..KE..teer" She spelt out the word ambrose gave her and smiled a little shyly. She knew what pretty meant, noone had really called ehr pretty before, at least that she could remember. She peeped around the table peering at the stage "myu..zik..ma..sheen?" she tilted her head questioningly, unsure of what he meant, lots of people had been up there, she had been watching them from the shadows of the table, they had stood and sung words she couldn't understand only capturing the odd word. She after all, only knew one song and even that was fragmented though she had started to peice together all of the words, the word music had never come to her, so she didn't quite understand why people were singing, even if it was pretty nice to listen to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:42 pm
Ambrose nodded encouragingly as she pronounced the word. "That's right!" He nodded. "A sort of swordfighter." He gestured to the epee at his hip.
"A ballerina dances. Do you dance?" He asked, speaking slowly and stood up, miming a few unpracticed steps miming ballet.
"Come - let me show you - you can make it make music" He offered her his hand.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:49 pm
Colche glanced from her hiding spot to Ambrose, she gave a teeny giggle at his dancing display, though the laughter refused to touch those cool eyes. She had been alone alot recently and her eyes had the destinct haunted look she had when she came to the island. She bit her tongue thoughtfully as the hand was profferd to her but she slowly took it. Ambrose was nice, he wasn't a bad man. Smiling weakly she stood for a moment waiting to be led to this magical machine that made music. She wonderd did the machine know her song, or did it only know everyone elses? Well, she was pretty sure she would find out soon enough.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:56 pm
"There we go" He smiled, happy to see her emerge from under the table. She looked lonely. He wondered what she had been up to since he last saw her, and did hope that she was doing well. Most of the people he had met on the Island were wonderful people, and probably looked after her much as he did - at least he hoped. Not many people, however, might make the time (ironic, as that's all they seemed to really have here) to care for someone who was undersocialized like her.
He took her hand gently and lead her towards the stage. The music machine was currently shuffling on random Halloween-esque songs between particular selections that people made. "Monster Mash" was playing jovially out of the speakers.
He sat her down and picked up a big book of songs, each with numbers next to the titles. The machine had an input area where numbers could be punched in, and hit enter to call forth the song.
"This is a list of the songs the machine knows" Ambrose said. "Each song has 5 numbers to it." He pointed to the numbers on the strange machine. "It's like... the intercom. You 'call up' a song. You push 5 numbers" Ambrose counted to five on his fingers "And then push this 'enter' button. Here, let me show you."
AMbrose punched in a random string of 5 numbers, and the song immediately shifted to a really bad, whiny old country song. Ambrose winced, and then laughed. "Quick, you should change it - see if you get a better song!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:06 pm
Colche looked at Ambrse rather dazedly. She was glad somone was wiling to talk to her but the book was simply squiggles to her. She did however recognise the numbers, she knew they were on her intercom. She had never pushed any of the buttonns but watching ambrose play with them gave her an idea "seventeen, five, one, six" she stated looking for the familiar lines on the machine which she punched in launching an old party tune 'star trekin'' Colche backed a little as the strange tune filled the air but she looked to ambrose weakly hoping she did it right.
Her eyes still refused to smile even at this strange new acheivment. The song was strange and the words meant nothing to her but at least she was getting to spend time with somone. Her eyes glanced to the blook and she stared longand hard at the words before holding out to Ambrose, she bit her tongue, her usual habbit when she wentin to think mode "twinkle twinkle" she held the volume out to Ambrose, she partially understood the numbers came out of the book but she couldn't read it, she just hoped, maybe her song was in there.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:14 pm
Ambrose's face lit up as she seemed to have picked up on the pattern. "That's right! five of the buttons is a song! You did it good!" He gave a small clap for her.
He looked to her curiously as she mentioned "Twinkle Twinkle." "YOu want to hear that song? He turned to the volume, thankful it was in alphabetical order, and flipped through the heavy stack of papers till he got to the end of the T's. After a few moments, a wide smile split his face and he punched in 68234. Twinkle Twinkle little star started playing through the speakers. "This song, Colche?" He smiled.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:22 pm
Colche's eyes closed as the song played and a teeny smile came to her lips which reflected in her eyes when she opend them again. She smiles to ambrose and nodded "twinkle twinkle" A tiny tear rolled down her cheek then which she wiped away with the back of her hand "'member twinkle twinkle" She blinked a couple of times sitting silent while the song ran to it's short end. Her eyes looked a little sad and distant then as if she were trying to dig up the time when she heard it, or who sang it to her, the voice on the machine wasn't a familiar one, but she couldn't remember who had sung itto her, she simply rememberd it, it clungto her blacked out memory like fly paper. "like twinkle twinkle" she said at last casting away the memory that threatend to bringback the past, the dark, the cold times, the bright light from the stairwell.
Taking a deep breath "Ambrose music?" she smiled weakly clinging to something more pleasent she wonderd what music Ambrose liked to listen to, that was the only one she knew, she wonderd how many songs Ambrose knew, everyone, everyoone seemed to know so much, she felt so alone, but she was surrounded by people.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:43 pm
Colche watched ambrose curiously. She wonders wistfully what the song meant to him that it made him look so sad. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath "pretty music" she says simply tilting her head curiously. She didn't want to be sad, she simply felt so isolated of late. People had taken an interest in her, they had spoken to her, made her feel safe and now theer was noone except bunny, and bunny didn't reply when you spoke, even if her words were simple she begged for company. She was becoming rather mroe frightend of the island that perhaps it was a dream she had created, perhaps noone here exsisted, perhaps even that she was still pressed against the cold wall. But the heat on ehr skin, the food in her belly, the sounds around her didn'tlink with that life, yet she still feard it and being alone, she simply felt abandoned, certainly a better life than days in the dark but she had come to expect the company and without it she had started to dream.
Shaking her head she tried hard to cast away these thoughts, she wanted to be happy, she wanted to learn this dance thing that Ambbrose had shown her earlier "Colche dance ambrose?" she tilts ehr head in that cattish questioning manner. She wanted to learn, she wanted to forget most of all, but she wanted to learn, to get her mind off of the past.
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