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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 3:54 pm
Cecil wrote in his notebook.
Sorta. Got a tracheotomy, could do a few tricks with my throat to make some noise, I like writing though. He adjusted the collar of his sweater up his neck more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 4:00 pm
"Oh, that explains a lot..." Jasmine thought before writing back in her sketchbook. "Tracheotomy?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 4:13 pm
Cecil rubbed his chin, thinking about how to explain it. Then he snapped his fingers and wrote, You know those commercials they have on TV with the people with the holes in their necks? The ones that don't tell you to smoke?
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 2:27 pm
Jasmine's eyes widened as she noticed what his condition was. She rubbed her throat before she wrote in her sketchbook. "Ouch, I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 2:34 pm
Don't be, unless you smoke or something. Cecil wrote plainly, Secondhand smoke sucks.
Personally, he really didn't like it when people appoligized, he already got used to the fact that he wouldn't be able to speak for the rest of his life.... Or at least, not be able to speak very well, a while ago. Maybe he'll deal this whole bird thing was the same way, he wasn't a stranger to life changing events.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 2:41 pm
Looking at him, she wrote back in the sketchbook. "Oh, no no! I don't smoke... Some of my reletives do, and that's about it..." The mention of reletives sent a shiver down her spine, knowing that the only person in her family that she'll ever see is her distant cousin from Mississippi...
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 5:47 pm
Oh. ^_^ Okay. Cecil smiled, at least with his eyes anyway, closing them. the beak had a hard time forming one. I guess you know what caused my problem, what about you? If you don't mind?
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 2:14 pm
"Well..." She wrote, her face turned scarlett again as she wrote her reply. "It's called Selective Mutism. It's just that when I'm not in an environment of complete peace, I can't talk..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 5:43 pm
Wouldn't like the city then, it's anything but. Cecil wrote on her sketchbook, being out and all that.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:02 pm
"The city?" She started writing. "Like New York? I've been there before, they are pretty strange..." Jasmine mused on the evening she spent with an odd police officer trying to find her distant reletive's boarding house. "Are your from New York? Have you ever seen Mama Peterson's Boarding house?" She raised an eyebrow at her questions, then added "Sorry if this reads off as being pushy..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:41 pm
Don't worry bout it, and Yeah to the question before the one before. Cecil wrote. Place sounds familiar, where's the boardinghouse? It was a relief to talk about something he knew.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:53 pm
"It's near Fletcher street..." Jasmine wrote, her mind digging back into her first time in New York. "I think..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:10 pm
I know I heard the name somewhere. He wrote. Cecil put his hand on his chin, trying to remember. Bah. He couldn't recall. Dammit, memories are already slipping away.
It'll come to my mind soon enough. He shrugged and rolled his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:27 pm
"Don't worry about it." She replied in the sketchbook, before showing it to him. "So you lived there? Must've been exciting..." Jasmine was once again reminded of the strange night in New York. "Do taxi drivers always try to rob people?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:14 pm
Cecil nodded and wrote in her book again, Well, if you run into a psycho, then probably, I take my risks in the subway, what makes you ask that? He looked curious, like always.
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