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 Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:39 pm
:::She cocks her head to one side, suspiciously:::
Did anyone ever tell you that you can leave if you so choose?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:41 pm
Yeah. That's not the ******** point, though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:44 pm
:::She contests:::
Well, you are hardly held captive here if you may leave at any point. I don't see how it is at all like being held hostage.
:::This seems like an ironic thing for Cora to say...she hasn't been home in months, but Sato doesn't know that.::::
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:57 pm
Well, whatever. Just drop it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:59 pm
:::Cora wasn't sure what Sato meant, but she was only holding one thing:::
:::She shrugs to herself and drops the wine glass:::
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:00 pm
>>Sato just stared at Cora and sighed<<
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:03 pm
:::She waits...the silence confusing her a little. After nothing was exchanged for a moment, and Cora was still figuring out why she had to drop her glass, she decided to speak up:::
...May I get another one?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:05 pm
:::She keeps herself from stammering. Why was she being yelled at? But then again, it was Sato... she gathered her thoughts and began getting another glass:::
:::meekly:::
...why did I have to drop that one?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:08 pm
...........
>>Through great willpower, Sato did not draw her gun. She didn't even yell<<
Because you ******** misinterpreted the meaning of what I was saying.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:10 pm
:::innocently, and a bit enlightened, as though it really made sense now:::
Oh! What did you mean?
:::she sipped:::
((lol, such an odd couple))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:15 pm
>>Sato shot up from her seat<<
Look, you moronic bitc...
>>Sato stopped herself and stood for a long second, quiviring with anger<<
........
>>Sato suddenly turned, stomped over to the door, unlocked it with her key, and stepped through<<
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:20 pm
:::Cora nearly fumbled her glass at the shock of suddenly being yelled at, but her reflexes saved her dropping another one. She was so surprised in fact that even after Sato left, it was a while before she took another breathe:::
What...what did I do wrong? :::She whispered to herself. But she began to try and understand why Sato yelled at her, but as soon as she began to feel guilty, she stopped herself. She didn't want to do that anymore, she was tired of it:::
:::Instead, Cora gulped down the rest of the wine, and marched back to her room, willing herself not to think on it any further:::
*exit Cora*
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 9:49 am
Torment faded into the Brink walking forward with one hand extended as if he were holding someone's hand that was almost dragging him along. He was mumbling something about traumatic something or another. He stopped rather abruptly as he had a rather intimate meeting with a chair, which ended with him and the chair on the floor, one of them moaning, "My nuts..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 9:56 am
:::Cora happened to be walking to the main room, but she stood at the edge of the hall watching Torment deciding if she really felt like talking to him or not. But when she saw that he'd injured himself, she rushed out:::
Torment...! Is everything alright...? You look like you're in pain. :::She kneeled by him, and looked him over, pushing the chair up and away simultaniously:::
Do you want nuero inhibitors?
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