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 Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:00 pm
"Dreams?" He frowned, glancing up at her. "What'd'ye mean?" He had had an interesting dream that night, come to think of it... but he hadn't thought about it untill now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:09 pm
"Nightmares rather," she stated carefully, not really wanting to go into detail about her own, and her face conveyed that whether she wanted it to or not.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:14 pm
"mmm..." All of his dreams had been strange and terrible since the... change. He figured it would pass. He shifted uneasily, watching her intently, "Is it always... as painfull as tha'? I mean... changin'... I though I was gonna' die."
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:19 pm
"It..." She trailed off, running a hand compulsively through her hair before continuing, "From what I gather... Yes, if not more so..." Her gaze flicked over to him briefly before she looked out towards the ocean. The pain during the transformation was nothing compared to how painful the knowledge that she would never see her father again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:52 am
Billy shuddered, his face visibly pailing. He didn't know the effects his detox and too-early injection had taken. The pain could be worse than that? He shuddered, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. He stopped his hand to stare at his now strange palm, his thoughts churning and eyes distant.
The initial pain of the detox was over... but he still wanted a fix. And he wanted one badly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:09 am
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him staring at his hand, and she felt bad for him. Her hands simply grew claws, but his weren't even five fingers anymore. Not to mention the suckers.
But at least he believed it.
"You know, I find you much more pleasant when you're not tweaking out," she turned to look at him in a seriously, her gaze as soft as she could make it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:18 am
He didn't answer right away, lowering his hand to rest it in his lap. "I'd rather no' talk about it," He grunted finally, groping for his cigarettes to put one in his mouth unlit like he had been recently.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:24 am
"Just saying," she replied, gaze following the cigarette in a hungry fashion, so she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the bag that had been behind her. When she found her pants, she rustled in them until she had found her own pack and lighter. Her tails swished happily on their own and she failed to notice the blunt that dropped out of her pocket onto the sand as she returned to her seat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:26 am
Billy caught sight of the movement out of the courner of his eye, glancing down at the brown shape in the sand, "Din' take y'as a cigar smoker," He chuckled weakly, a tentacale reaching out to gingerly pick it up and bring it to his hand.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:43 am
"I don't smoke cigars," she answered quizzically, attention sliding to him as she lit a cigarette of her own. Her eyes widened somewhat and she immediately motioned for her to give it back. Antony wasn't sure she wanted to share her pot with him quite yet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:44 am
But he had already heald it up to his nose, giving it a good sniff befor turning to her with a grin, "Finders keepers, I say."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:47 am
She looked as if she was going to object for a moment, but soon just shrugged and motioned he could have it. "Smoke it, I have more elsewhere."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:49 am
He glanced around the beach, eyebrows raised, "No one's aroun'. I'd be more'n willin' t'share. I prefer uppers, personally, bu' who can say no t'a bi' o' th'weed, eh?" Maybe it would help keep his mind off of things.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:52 am
"They don't care about pot," she said, though she eyed the offer in his hand critically. Antony knew how she got when she was high, and she knew saying not wouldn't be a possibility then.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:54 am
"Go' a light, then?" He offered the end of it to her, "These thumbs don' do well wit' th'flint bit. Keep gettin' me thumb sucker stuck in th'works, if y'know wha' I mean."
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