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 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:57 pm
kneeling down with this interesting young ladie he rolled his eyes placing his hands on the ground for support i've spent more of my life learning from book after book, so belive me when i say i know what i'm talking about.... Perticularly when it comes to the realm of impossiablity.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 1:16 pm
snatching harmonica back and standing back up with a hand on his back sugessting pain nd a grunt well perhaps your ghosty buddy's can tell you my name perhaps huh? Harley mumbled under his breath before sitting back on a large rock pulling his knee's up to his chest wrapping his hands around them with a bit of a laugh under his breath My names Harley...i'm here to check up on my sisters. Though i suppose that doesn't make much sense for me to be looking in a grave yard for them huh? i mean normally and he put perticular emphisis on normally woman don't congrigate in dark places.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 1:35 pm
It's hardly amateur, i've grown up with three sisters and i've had to take care of them most of there lives...little sisters make excellecnt sujects for research. he sat up slightly avoiding further pain on his back in an attempt to look as studyes as possiable. Before laying on his back so she could not examine him anymore what do you mean?...i'm fine he riggled slightly in an attempt to hold in his obviouse pain.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 1:46 pm
Rolling over hardly willingly he let out a groan as cold as the air that blew through the celetary it wasn't what you would think., i simple inquired to the girls and they being greatful to there big brother answered my questions...and ofcourse i took notes and made papers on how they respond to certain stimuli. Nothing to out of the ordinary, just standerd testing..... head realized how odd this must sound trying to explain his resoning to one of them. as he folded his arms to supposrt his head My back...has always been trouble for me...before my sisters were born, i took alot of punishment...just don't lift my shirt, those scars i don't even like to look at anymore.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 1:59 pm
rolling out from under her he stood up again pulling his shirt down as he shrugged off her touch that ran over his scars and sent chills through his spine i told you to not touch those.... he shot a frozen look at her still holding her shirt down ot's none of your busiess who did that too me, just know it hurt and i will regret why it happened for years to come.... slumping agenst a lifeless tree he slid down it looking at the dead earth under him
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:12 pm
sighing deeply he stood up quickly walking up behind her and taking her by the hand turning her around quickly putting the hand of her's he held up under his shirt on his tummy and sliding to his back as she uickly realized he was covered in these scars all over his body. as he put his hand around her back holding there body's together now My past....it's not pretty...and my sisters don't need to know. he said in a way that she could hear his love for them in each word.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:24 pm
kneeling down slowly with her with a look of what appeared to be a mixture of sadness for himself and kindness towards her i know...i've just held it in...for so long...it's almost a natural reaction now.... he looked down at their hands holding each other and realized he was doing as much holding as he was being held, suddenly he was at a lose for words. i just....our parent's.......oh nevermind....
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:31 pm
Sighing deeply looking in to her eyes wth his head still partially facing down he shook his head not anymore then they usually hurt..... most of them are several years old. he said softly rubbing her hands gentle with his thumbs so as to still hold them aswell our parent's were just never around for most of the girls lives...so i was the closest thin they had, and as i'm sure you can imagine i wasn't that good at raising three girls. So i did alot of stuff i'm not proud of to support them and these scars are my marks of redemption......
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