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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:39 pm
Remmy chuckled and took the paper, putting it into one of his pockets. "Ah, but there are secrataries." he said, chuckling. "I'll stop teasing you and be on my way or I won't get there in time." He kissed her forehead and then slipped on his shoes, closing the door behind him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:45 pm
::shuts and locks the door behind him, thinking to herself that she must get a key made for him. The trip to the gallery is eventless. A plesant old man takes the painting from him, he can see preparations for a party that night. Long tables with brightly colored table cloths are being set up, and workers are hanging pictures up. Every single one of them are Freddy's. She works in a wide range, some pictures are so real looking the could be photographs, while others are so abstract he can't tell what they're supposed to be. The ones he can make out though, feature people. Young, old, every race, every shape and size. When he gets back, the smell of body odor and cigarettes is overpowering in the hallway, and the door to the apartment is open::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:54 pm
Remmy gasped, almost choking on the smell he knew to be Floyd's. He ran inside the apartment, not bothering to take his shoes off in his hurry. "Freddy! Freddy where are you?!" he called, very worried with the door being open like that. He immediately grabbed a lamp which was the nearest heavy object to him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:56 pm
::there's no answer. In the back bedroom, her bedroom, the smell is the strongest::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:59 pm
Remmy quickly made his way to the bedroom, dreading what he would find there. ((You get to put the next part))
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 5:03 pm
((one may think what he'll find is anti gaia, but guess again!!!)) On the bed is Floyd. A knife is sticking out of his side, and he is unconcious, but alive. The bathroom door is shut, but the light is on::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 5:06 pm
He walked past the bed and over to the bathroom. "Freddy, are you alright?" he asked, relieved he hadn't found Floyd in another position. He shuddered to think about that and tried to push the thought out of his head.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 5:11 pm
::there's the sound of soft scraping, of someone standing up:: Remmy? ::the door flies open, but she doesn't go to him, instead she backs up as if afraid to touch him. Her hands and clothes are covered with blood, and her hair is soaked with it, as if she's been running her fingers through it anxiously, and there are tear tracks on her face, made more visible through the blood splashed on her face::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 5:28 pm
He gently set down the lamp and walked over to her, pulling her towards him. "It's alright Freddy, it's alright." He ran his fingers through her hair, though it had blood soaking it. "What happened darling? Why haven't you called the police yet?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 6:27 pm
::starts crying instantly:: Be- because I killed him. He's dead. He pushed me on the bed, and I grabbed my knife and I killed him! ::doesnt say why there was a knife on her bed::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 6:42 pm
Remmy looked back over at the man on the bed. "He's not dead sweetheart, he's unconsious from the loss of blood. And what happened before that? How did he get into the apartment?" he asked, holding her back to look her in the eye and try to calm her down.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 11:06 pm
::gasping and hiccuping, and still crying:: He said he was here for the picture. . . and. . . and I opened the door to tell him you were gone. . . and he- he kicked the door, and it broke the chain
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 11:47 pm
"Shh, shh. It's alright." He said, rubbing her back. He moved her out of the room and sat her down on the couch, picking up the phone and dialing 911. "Hello? Yes, there was an attempted rape. Yes the young woman is alright. No the man did not succeed. She stabbed him with a knife to save herself. She locked herself in the bathroom and I just got home. I'm her boyfriend and I was taking a peice of her art to the gallery. Please try to hurry, she's covered in blood and I know she wants to get it off of her,s he has a weak immune system. Alright." He hung up the phone and sat on the couch. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Just take a few deep breaths and try to calm down."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 11:53 pm
::she;s still crying, moreso from the fact that even though he told her he's alive, she's convinced she killed someone. That thought, and the thought she's been having for the past 3 1/2 hours or so, that They won't let him stay with a murderer are what are making her cry so hard. She doesn't even seem to realize she's covered in blood::
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 11:55 pm
Remmy pulled her into his lap. "Shush babe, shush. It's alright. You did what you had to do, you couldn't let him rape you. He's alive, he'll just been in the hospital awhile before he goes to jail. Just calm down." He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.
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