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 Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 1:14 am
Jean casually kicked the door in, and walked into Zar's house. Just hours ago she... No, Jasie. Jasie and he, made love. The smell of sex still lingered in the room. The memory and scent of it had her straying away and placing him on the couch.
"There you go buddie..." she paused to move a strand of hair from his face. She sighed feeling a bit down for him, seeing the blood at the gash she gave him on his head. The bump already forming, along with the bruising around it. She began cleaning and wrapping up his wounds.
After she was finished, she changed him into PJ's, and then worked on his bedroom. Changing the sheets and bed spreed.
Afterwards, she picked him back up and carried him into his room. Well the one they made love in, and put him to bed.
Jean just looked at him for a few moments, and even though she didn't really like him. Apart of her went out to him. And she found herself kissing his forehead. "Goodnight pretty boy."
She slowly walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Thank you, I..." Jasie began but was cut off by Jean.
"I didn't do it for you!" She snapped.
Jean took a quick shower, put on some slacks of Zarathose's and then took as much weaponry she was allowed. She glanced at her clothing on the floor and sighed wishing she could wear them. But with cops and everyone on high alert about them. There was just no way possible.
She then fixed the door, locked it and left in silence heading for nothing but a hardcore stiff drink, to loosen her up.
((Exit's))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 1:30 pm
Jean reached out clasping the door handle to Zarathose's house.
"Tired... I'm so tired."
"Hang in there Jean, your almost there. Get your stuff and go home. We have to go home!"
Jean nodded and opened the door, blood dripping on the tile floor with every step. She stopped in the bathroom and picked up her clothing, crying out as pain washed over her and more blood dripped causing a puddle of it on the floor.
Lightheaded and getting dizzy, Jean looked down and gazed at all the blood. <********... I'm losing to much. I gotta... I gotta." Jean almost fell, but caught herself on the wall.
A bloody hand print now smired the bathroom wall... as Jean casually made her way to the front door to leave, she went to the table and wrote Zarathose a note in her own blood.
Sorrry aboout thhe messssss... Jeam.
Jean wrote horribly in a tired drunkenness.
The front door was left wide open with bloody hand prints on it. All Jasie hoped was that Jean would make it home safely, and all Jean wanted was a nice long nap.
((Exit's))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:27 am
Zarathose walked in and turned to close the door behind him.Suddenly he reckognized the smell of blood...His chest tightened and he turned to find his appartment near covered in blood."Crap!...Jasie!!!"He picked up the note and read it."Oh s**t...."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 5:11 pm
Zarathose sat at the edge of the bed"What happened?
was she just using me?I just hope she comes back soon....."
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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