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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:11 pm
*Maggie stares at him, not wanting to believe that* ... Nothing? *she releases her grip on him, clutching her hands into fists* Tavin, he's my son, there has te be something I can do!!
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:15 pm
*Tavin looked directly into Maggie's eyes, holding her gaze sternly*
You believe in God, Maggie. You believe in Heaven, and in... Angels. Then I'll tell you what you can do. You can pray. Pray with all your heart.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:25 pm
*Maggie looks back at him, a series of emotions flickering across her face before she closes her eyes and turns away from him* I do, Tavin . . . every moment. *her voice is quieter now, but there's anger in it* I just . . . I canna bear this awful waiting, knowing that monster could show up at any moment . . !
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:29 pm
*Tavin rests a hand on Maggie's shoulder* Maggie.... I know what it means to fear for the life of your child. I do... Every waking second. But listen to me. There are powerful things in Heaven. Very powerful. And a lot of them are good, are merciful.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:40 pm
Then please, please, let them hear me. *she's not addressing him so much as just the void around them now* Of all the things I've lost, or could lose . . . I could accept anything but losing him.
*She releases a slow breath and reaches her hand up to rest it on top of his*
Tavin, I . . . . . thank ye for protecting him before. *She turns back towards him, and with the anger draining out of her she just looks exhausted*
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 2:53 pm
*Tavin smiles*
Go home. Be with your son. Its the best place for you to be right now, Maggie. Just take care of yourself.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 9:30 pm
*Maggie manages a faint smile in return, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes, and nods* Aye . . . *she moves toward the board to retrieve her key, but pauses and turns to face him once more before unlocking the door*
Tavin . . . ye take care of yerself now, as well. *She looks back to fit her key in the lock, saying softly* I suppose we all have te hold on te hope as best we can . . . *she opens the door and steps through*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:04 pm
*Fading in rather flushed, Clare's cheeks were glowing a soft shade of rose. Shaking her head slightly she stole a glance around the room, then shivered heading behind the bar to drop to the floor. Hopefully out of sight..at least for a little while*
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:14 pm
Hanley formed walking towards the bar, hobbling a little bit and using a cane for support, muttering something to himself about having to walk everyone all the itme. He absent mindedly reached over the bar and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, moving to sit at a table, lifting up one foot and beginning to rub it through his shoes. "Agh, bloody hell. Walk walk walk. Why couldn't they have kept the roads togetyher and a few cars around? Stupid war."
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:16 pm
*Tossing her glasses to the floor, she slumped back against the wall not even wanting to think about the conversation she had with the commissioner a few minutes before. Leaning foreword, Clare's hand rustled around in the bar long enough for her to find a short stout bottle. The label rambling on about cider, and depicting a little woodland creature on the front. Taking a long swig she leaned back, temporarily drowning out all else..*
*Till she herd a male voice, at which point Clare from all appearances further shrunk down..*
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:21 pm
Hanley looked at her, raising a brow, but continuing to rub his feet, muttering more things, something along the lines of obscenities as he opened the bottle and took a swig of Whiskey.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:28 pm
*Peaking up over the bar top she blinked several times, the blurry Hanley not getting clearer. As he wouldn't.. Clare's glasses were still discarded on the floor and the bottle of cider now sitting next to her, was close to being empty..*
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:29 pm
Hanley looked at her again, seeing her faguely over the counter and tilting his head. "Don't you normally have glasses, m'dear?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:34 pm
*Glancing down, Clare squinted spotting the small pair of glasses somewhat close.. but chose to pick the bottle up instead. Her lips sealing over it no time, and coincidentally emptying it as well as she made a "mmmhm" sound through the glass.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:38 pm
Hanley stood, hobbling over to the bar and looking over it at her, sighing. "And may I inquire as to why you are behind a bar, drinking out of a bottle with your glasses off?"
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