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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:21 pm
*Still lightly holding onto j**z's hand as he leads him up the stairs, rather dazed looking as he did*
I'll call his Mum. ******** off.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:23 pm
Clay. ><
*Looks to Paul, trying to be apologetic*
I'll get a hold of his parents.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:28 pm
That breaks a hundred protocol regulations, Squirt. *Calls after the teenager on the stairs but doesn't persist*
Right, well, either way, that's all I know. The Minister encourages full disclosure with families and I've disclosed everything we know. *Shrugs a bit*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:36 pm
*Nods* Thank you for getting them home safely...
*Glances to the stairs with a frown before shaking her head and giving a weak smile*
I ought to call his Mum, then.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:40 pm
Thanks for that.
We'll get to the bottom of it, Ms Livingstone.
*Turns on his heel and walks across the yard, disappearing with a soft pop*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:43 pm
*Swallows loudly as soon as they enter his room, letting j**z's hand go so he can slide to a sitting position on the floor, his back leaning heavily into his bedroom door*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:46 pm
No, no, no, no. *Flails as he crouches, seizing Clay's clothes and attempting to pull them free all at once, smearing his own hands with blood* You have to--to get these off, Clay, they're totally stained with... with...
Oh my god. *Begins to breathe sharply, hyperventilating*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:49 pm
*Grabs j**z's wrists, pulling him down further*
Stop.
Shower first, then.. We're gonna go see Jamie.
'Kay? *Voice is thick, breaking somewhat as his eyes tear up again*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:52 pm
Shower. Jamie. Right. Okay.
...
*Bursts into tears*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:57 pm
*Picks j**z up, shaky on his feet, but manages to get them into the bathroom. Holds up for another fifteen minutes before also bursting into tears, unable to take it any longer.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:59 pm
*Pauses in the hallway with her duffel-bag tucked beneath her arm, hearing sobbing over the sound of the shower*
Jesus this house is filled with drama.. *Trots down the hall and crawls out the window, sliding easily down the slope of the roof and landing quietly on her feet*
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