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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:34 am
"Thank you Kalos... that was... moving... I'm touched." *Lita gives him a smile, turns, and continues walking. She was breaking down again, but wouldn't admit it.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:36 am
*River looks over at Glory.*
Choices, choices, choose the voices. Rare and tasty, or make you see better? Lies. All artificial. No apple. Keeps doctor... Doesn't want to be kept away. Needles. Drills. No more drills. No more cutting! GET OUT!
*She begins to pound the wall with her bare palm.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:39 am
*Lita looks behind her and stops.* "Uhh, you alright?" *She watches River.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:49 am
*She stops hitting the wall, and a full, unused syringe falls out of her lefthand.*
It's wrong. *Sniff* It's not mine. Simon has the *sob* right one... Simon has the one to... Quiet them. Simon has it, in his *sob* car. He'll be here in 12 minutes and 13.7 seconds. River needs the right *sob* medicine.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:53 am
"Oh, umm... ok... Would you... err, like to sit down?" *Lita makes a gesture towards a bench with her right hand, a little concerned for River.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:59 am
*Still shaking, River gets up, and walks over to Lita, taking a seat on the bench.*
Simon said he'd meet me at *gasp* the parking lot. I don't want to... Alarms. Thoughts. Come and go, come and go. Never ends. But... I need... My medicine.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:07 pm
*She sits down next to River and takes out her cell.* "Do you want to phone, umm... Sid... Sidney... Simon? Yes, do you want to call Simon?" *She tosses her phone from hand to hand, not sure what to do with this woman. Lita glances up and focuses on the wall.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:12 pm
*River looks down at the cell phone, her eyes widen, and she hits it out of Lita's hand.*
Signals! No, no signals! Screeching! It hurts me!
*She breathes heavy for a second, then calms down, and looks at Lita, ashamed that she knocked the cell phone to the floor.*
You could meet my brother... Get the right needle. I'll be... He'll find me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:27 pm
*Lita keeps her fake smile pasted across her face and she just nods before retreiving her cell phone and slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans.* "Where is your brother and what does he look like?" *She stands up.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:31 pm
Ten minutes... nine fifty nine... Nine fifty eight... Parking lot. He's pasty, and wearing blue. Doctor.
*She shifts her position.*
The bench hurts my butt.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:34 pm
"Then... sit on the floor or something... stay here, I'll be back..." *She doesn't want to leave this woman alone, but she walks down the hall, heading towards the parking lot.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:39 pm
*River stares after her, the side of her mouth still twitching.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:05 pm
*Lita steps out into the parking lot, cell phone in hand. She doesn't see anyone out there and is about to call the police or an ambulance...anything to get the insane woman off her hands, when she notices Simon. He's the only person around who isn't wearingthe stage hand uniform, so she takes her chances.* "Hey! Are you Simon? By any chance? Well if you are, then your sister's in there... yeah. If you're not, well, you might wanna go call security or something... yeah......." *She shakes her head and walks around the building, going to her locker room by a different door.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:10 pm
*A man stepping out of his car around the corner, lifts his sunglasses up, to get a better look at her.*
Excuse me, I'm Simon! Did you say something about my sister? She's not causing any trouble, is she?
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