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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:05 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie fades in, her hair pinned back, hunched over in the midst of cleaning. She looks tense and exhausted, from lack of decent sleep. As she realizes where she is, she rises slowly to her feet, looking around silently, almost numb.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:08 pm
*Luke looks over to Maggie.*
*He sends her a curt little wave.*
Hey, Maggie. *adds* Bring any basketballs in here lately?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:14 pm
*She pauses, then shakes her head* I . . . *her voice sounds strained* ...Nay.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:19 pm
Aw. Too bad. All we were missing was a net, the Sixers, and a scoreboard.
*Luke chuckles a little, but the laughter dies as he studies Maggie.*
...Or not...
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:22 pm
*Maggie looks back at him, not knowing what to say or do. She realizes her behavior must seem very strange to him* Forgive me, Luke, I . . . *but she doesn't know how to finish.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:24 pm
*Luke frowns, now noticing that Maggie looks upset....*
....Hey, it's alright. You okay?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:37 pm
*Maggie laughs weakly, but there's no humor in it. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, then opens them to look at him again. It's obvious she's not.*
The Seraphim . . . he's after my son. That's how Tavin was injured so badly. Trying te stop him. *the words sound strange and distant, even to her. But right now being detached is the only thing keeping her at all calm*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:45 pm
*It's the way Maggie says it - so simply and so calmly that catches Luke off guard.*
*He just blinks at her for a moment.... but slowly, that anger starts to churn. It's obvious about his person.*
The Seraphim... is after your son? ... Your little kid?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:49 pm
*She nods, looking away again. Talking about it now, she can feel the reality of it creeping up on her again. She swallows hard and clasps her hands together tightly.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:50 pm
*He's starting to get fired up.*
Why? *He demands - not so much of Maggie, but in general.* Why would he do that? What purpose would that serve?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:54 pm
Because . . . *Maggie chokes the words out* That way, he can get at Tavin, and the Brink . . . through me . .. *her hands are clenched together so tightly now that her knuckles are white*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 8:03 pm
*Luke's face is scrunched up... one part disbelief, two parts revulsion.*
He's using your kid... to get to Tavin?
*At the very idea, something washes over Luke. He's so angry. He's so ******** angry.... For a moment, he only sees red.*
That's ******** up. This isn't about your son! This isn't about any of us!
What the ******** man? What the ******** is!....
*Luke gets a hold of himself. He calms...temporarily. But for him, it's quite a feat.*
Maggie... *A series of hushed noises come out of Luke's mouth as he searches for words....* What .... *His voice cracks.* God... is he alright? Is he home?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 8:12 pm
*Maggie closes her eyes again as he shouts. The words hit her hard, and she flinches at the sound of them. Part of her wants so badly to give in, to scream and shout and cry over this, but she shoves the urge down. She's got to stay together if she's going to have any hope of protecting Will*
*His question almost undoes her, but she nods once more, opening her eyes again* Aye . . . nothing in my time has changed . . . *she doesn't add the 'yet,' but it's there in her mind*
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 8:48 pm
*Luke's on his feet now.... He stares at Maggie, same look in place.*
What.... *He's still trying to secure his voice... It's not cooperating.* What are you going to do?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 9:04 pm
I . . . *she doesn't have an answer. She hates that she doesn't have an answer. Maggie takes in several more quick breaths, but her shoulders are shaking, she's losing her composure.* I dinna know . . .! God in Heaven, what am I supposed te do!?
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