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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:34 pm
Hel idly nommed on her empty spoon, her brows furrowing as her chest tightened. Inevitable end…? No…Well…she had her hopes for a future but…aww. “I feel like…it could…” She replied, pulling the spoon out of her mouth. “In my gut…Could go somewhere, that is.” She dipped it back into the bowl, and took a few more bites.
“Yanno what I also feel like, right now? That I am sitting in a stagnant pool of water…and it is festering, the longer I stay in it…but I am can not get out of this pool until the school finally opens up graduation exams…yanno what I mean? I think I would feel better about everything if I could be away from it with a purpose.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:37 pm
Mot wouldn't stop her from hoping, for now. He simply didn't have much faith in Mac and Hel as a couple though. Simple because Mac seemed to do nothing for her.
"It would be nice to have some closure, yeah? From this school, this place. While I don't feel I am festering... I do feel that I am growing too big for this little bowl. Like perhaps.. I don't quite belong anymore."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:44 pm
Hel blinked, and then giggled. “You said ‘yeah’ after a sentence.” She grinned a bit. “I think you have been hanging out with me too much.” She ate some more of her stew. “Ya…that makes sense…” Honestly, Hel wasn’t sure if she felt too big for the bowl or not. Actually, deep down, she wasn’t sure if she was truly ready to push off from the dock that was Amity…but she’d rather get out there and sink or swim just for what was left of her precious sanity.
“Well…let us hope they open up exams soon, then! Jack only knows what I will do if I do not get out of here soon…” With that, she picked up her bowl and finished it off.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:53 pm
"Bad influence." Mot insisted with a warm smile.
He chuckled as she polished off her soup, "Elegant as ever."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:56 pm
“The worst influence.” Hel replied, muffled by her bowl. She finished her stew and then planted the bowl onto the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I know.” She grinned a bit. “I am so jackin’ classy.”
She trailed off for a moment before she looked up at Mot.
“Thanks.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:10 pm
Mot smiled, a quick glint of teeth showing, "You're welcome. Anything to help. Even a little."
And Mot made sure to pay that bill before Hel could even think it.
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