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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:03 pm
"I.....don't even know anymore...."She muttered. She knew that the gun was only right in the other room. It seemed to be an appealing option at the moment for herself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:17 pm
"I have to stop this... I'm pathetic..." Faust said, standing up. "I'm going to make coffee. Do you take sugar or cream?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:21 pm
"Both.."She muttered, closing her eyes. She leaned back against the wall,"Thanks.."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:25 pm
Faust went downstairs, rifling through the kitchen and setting up the coffee machine. His movements were oddly steady, as if he'd resigned himself completely to his situation.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:32 pm
Netsubo stood up and walked to the other room. She took out the gun and turned it over in her hands. It's shiney metal cool and reassuring.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:34 pm
"Do you take lots of sugar, or just a bit?" Faust called, going through the automatic motions and finding strange comfort in them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:37 pm
"Alot...like...5 or 6 spoonfulls"She called back. She ran her hands over the chamber and checked to see if there were bullets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:43 pm
"That is a lot," Faust commented. "You're going to be wired, you know that? You think Marie wants some, too?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:49 pm
"She's too young for coffee.."she said dreamily as she held up the loaded gun. Her decision wasn't the best but hey, it was life...or death rather.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:02 pm
"You're right, I'll get her some milk." Faust opened the refridgerator, taking out the milk and starting to pour Marie a glass. "Coffee is an acquired taste, you know?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:04 pm
"Mmmhmm.."She said quietly, cocking the gun. She lifted it towards her own head.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:08 pm
Faust was going to pour the first mug of coffee, but the pot fell from his hand, shattering on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:15 pm
She jumped, the gun going off in her hand. She flinched and the bullet missed, hitting the wall. She stared at it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:23 pm
Faust's head jerked up when he heard the gunshot. He'd had it... he'd had it.... the inverse of the equation... but the gunshot had made his thoughts scatter like a flock of pigeons taking off.
Then he remembered Netsubo. Running upstairs, he wrenched open the bedroom door and saw the bullet hole in the wall.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:24 pm
Netsubo was standing there. The gun was smoking and the hole was about head height. She was shaking but alive.
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