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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:19 am
He tries to speak again, feeling nothing come out. He moves one of his hands to his throat and rubs it slightly. He then makes a little 'x' with his fingers and points to his throat.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:23 am
Not understanding until she thinks back, she pulled away from him. Turning, she doesnt know what to do. Closing her eyes to think, she lets out a breath, before heading towards the door. She looked to him, and walked towards the door, to let him alone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:27 am
He follows her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder to stop her. He shakes his head. 'Please don't go..' He thinks to himself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:35 am
Turning, she doesn't make eye contact with him. "..The b*****d.. He came here, didn't he?!" She felt insulted. Now everyone.. She thought back to the bridge, closing her eyes as she did so.
'I'll take these... your boyfriend will need something to remember you by, now wont he?'
Opening her eyes, she looks from the chain to Kinikki. "..You thought I was dead."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:39 am
He nods, trying to hold back tears. He keeps his hand rested on her shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:42 am
He walked into the building, taking the steps one at a time. He hard some voices from another room, but didn't really care. Smelled Lycan. He probably smelled like Lycan blood. Shrugging, he went toward the next floor.
"I had to go with the top floor didn't I. This one better not crumble, I swear..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:46 am
She didn't know what to say. Or do. Blinking slowly, she closes her eyes. People thought she was dead. Thats why he was so shocked. He had, literally, seen a ghost. Would she get the same reaction from everyone? If so, what was the point? She wanted things as they were. Not.. Not like this. She walked to the window, unsure of where to put herself, or of what to say. Staring out blankly, she doesn't even know whether to laugh or cry.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:51 am
He watches her, trying to force words out. He manages to mumble "I'm sorry.." Before closing his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:56 am
"Its not your fault." She rested her forehead against the cool glass, she didnt care about the cold now. She wasnt as wet as she was before, but it was still cold. Wanting Kinikki's arms around her, she knows he's traumatised, and stops herself from running to him. Instead, she keeps her head against the glass, enjoying the sound of rain against it. "Go rest.. I'll clean up and sort myself out."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:00 am
He shakes his head.. This was his mess, he'd sort it out. He wanted to hold her close, but considering her injuries, he decides against it... He didn't want to hurt her. He slowly picks up the guitar he smashed and runs his hand down the neck.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:08 am
Closing her eyes, she focuses on the wounds, and forces them to knit together. This hurt, but she preferred it to hurt more now, than aching for days and days. Lifting the front of her shirt she peers down at her stomach while facing the window still. A wave of self consciousness passed over her, even though the scar was slightly faded. Knowing that she had one on her back too, made her feel worse. After much rummaging around, she found a roll of silver tape in the kitchen drawer, and taped the window up. That would keep it warmer at least. Standing back to admire her handwork, she raises an eyebrow. Duct tape. What would the world be without it?
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:10 am
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking inside with a sigh and sitting on a chair. Everything looked well, and he discarded the bow and sword onto a table, then the belt around his middle holding the arrows.
Popping his neck, he reached behind himself and grabbed the bottle of wine, popping it open with his fingers and slowly downing it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:15 am
He sets the Guitar down on the sideboard. He'd fix it later, he loved fixing guitars anyway.. He then walks over to the sofa and pulls it upright, then tries to reposition it where it was.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:19 am
Sighing, she rests a hand on his arm timidly. "Look. Go rest. Its been.. Well, a shocking day, I guess.. I can clean up. I promise." She made sure he didn't see her face while saying it, she didn't want to make him worse than he was. She couldn't understand the thought of loosing someone, then them turning up days later.. At least when she did, she knew Kinikki was alive beforehand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 10:20 am
*From the corner of an alley, Reese walks by some shaggy appartments. His destination, the City.*
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