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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:33 pm
*Tavin smiles*
Hello, there. Would you like a glass of milk? I just pulled it out of the refrigerator, so its still quite chilled.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:37 pm
** Enter Bard **
*Bard fades into the Brink, his hands clenched behind his back. He wears a black suit intead of his normal grey affair. His face is drawn and grim, his eyes tired. A mottled yellow-brown bruise hasn't quite faded on his lower jaw. His hair and clothes are wet from standing in a steady late spring. He refused the offer of an umbrella. She would have. It somehow seemed appropriate.*
*He realizes that makes him something of an hypocrite. He's been one before. It won't be the last time.*
*Realizing he's in the Brink, he turns to head for the door... but the occupants of the room catch his eye.*
Luana... Tavin....
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:39 pm
*Tavin smiles and waves to Bard*
Milk?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:41 pm
*Bard walks toward them* Yes, it is.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:43 pm
*Tavin purses his lips and then finishes off the glass, pouring himself another*
Suit yourself.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:45 pm
*Tavin? Did I really just hear him say- Her smile wavers for a second, and the remote falls to the floor. She forces herself to calm down, and answers,* No thanks, I'm not thirsty.
*She manages to put her smile back on for Bard, thought barely.* Hello again, Bard. You okay?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 9:48 pm
*Bard smiles weakly at Luana, but there's no warmth in it* I...
*he sighs and sits down on a bar stool*
My mother... passed away.
... I'm just coming from the funeral actually.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:03 pm
I'm very sorry to hear that, Bard...
*Tavin frowns*
Losing someone close to you.... is a very difficult thing, indeed
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:05 pm
*Bard doesn't raise his eyes from the bar countertop. He nods his head.*
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:13 pm
*Her smile vanishes. If Bard weren't so much a stranger to her still, she may have tried to hug him. She kneels and picks up the remote, the back of which had sprung off upon hitting the floor. Her other hand reaches for her locked, checking to make sure it was safely hidden beneath her shirt. She gets up and pushes the pieces of the remote in her back pocket.*
I'm sorry, too, Bard. *She puts a hand on his arm, not really sure what to say.*
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:18 pm
*Bard nods* It's all right... she ...
she suffered her whole life.
It was time for her suffering to stop. And now she's...
*he looks up lost in thought for a moment... she's what? In Heaven? She'd have to be, wouldn't she? For her to suffer so long and not...*
Tavin...?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:23 pm
*Tavin shakes his head*
Bard... I really don't think you want to ask that...
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:27 pm
*Bard's eyes search Tavin's face for some clue* No.. I need to know. You know how Heaven works... you have to tell me... please.... Will she...? Does she....?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:30 pm
*Heaven works. Luana thinks to herself that yeah, he might know, and tremble in fear. She says nothing.*
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 10:30 pm
*Tavin shakes his head*
I don't know that, Bard. I'm not an angel anymore, remember? I can't tell you anything more than... If she was a good person... Then she should go to heaven.
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