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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 7:48 pm
"Hn, noh, 'e aiht gahwtehn bahck yeht, wihch ihs ahwd. He's ahlwaihs seehmed tah beh ahble tah 'peah weahehveh 'e wahnts tah, soh 'e muhst 'ahve buisinehs. Ahm nahwt muhch worriehd bahwt 'ihm gettihn ihnta trouhble." Arch shrugged as he took another bite, swallowing before he spoke. "Ah donnah knohwh mhuhch 'bahwt 'ihm, buht 'ehs strahwng. Ah wouldnah wahnt tah faihgt 'ihm ihffn' ah couhld 'ehlp iht."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 8:01 pm
Arch the Angel "Hn, noh, 'e aiht gahwtehn bahck yeht, wihch ihs ahwd. He's ahlwaihs seehmed tah beh ahble tah 'peah weahehveh 'e wahnts tah, soh 'e muhst 'ahve buisinehs. Ahm nahwt muhch worriehd bahwt 'ihm gettihn ihnta trouhble." Arch shrugged as he took another bite, swallowing before he spoke. "Ah donnah knohwh mhuhch 'bahwt 'ihm, buht 'ehs strahwng. Ah wouldnah wahnt tah faihgt 'ihm ihffn' ah couhld 'ehlp iht." "He's always seemed like a nice enough fella, you prob'ly won't have to." Ruby smiled and leaned over in her chair, giving Arch a soft kiss on the cheek before picking up her plate and moving to the sink. If they had a dishwasher or not, she was always in the habit of cleaning the dishes by hand. She cursed softly as the water stung the wound in her hand, and she tried to remember if that was normal for wounds or not. She shrugged it off and used her other hand to clean, keeping the other one dry and safe. She started mumbling numbers under her breath and scowled. "So where exactly did they shoot me, sugar? My leg, my arm again, my stomach?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 10:53 pm
Ruby finished washing the dish, and then set it down to dry. She turned around and walked back to Arch, she sat down on his lap and smiled. "Thank you for dinner, sug." She leaned into him, giving a deep kiss. She pulled back and tapped his cheek with her hand. "Just holler if you're wantin' dessert." She gave him another kiss before moving away. She stood up and headed back to their bedroom.
Something wasn't quite right, and it was bothering her, a combination of Arch's pause, the wound on her hand, and an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She moved back to the bathroom and picked up the clothes she had been wearing earlier. She examined them fully, and wasn't too surprised to only find one bullet hole in the upper arm of the outfit. That was where she had been shot the first time, and everywhere else there was no blood, no holes, nothing.
She had slipped her ring back on herself, that was one thing she remembered. Then not long after, her mind went blank, but the ring had been there.
She let out a soft sigh and put the clothes in the hamper.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 2:15 pm
Ruby turned back to her room and went into the closet, she quickly changed, leaving the cherry blossom robe on the floor. She felt another twinge in the palm of her hand. She glared at it, wavering between hurt and anger.
She grabbed her beat up canvas backpack and started packing up her clothes. She was glad that she had a week long shift coming up in the shelter. It would give her a place to sort of escape, and keep her mind and body busy at the same time.
She paused by the door as her vision went black for a moment, and her blood stopped moving. Within a few seconds she was better, but the skip in powers didn't go unnoticed. She frowned a cold fear sweeping into her stomach. She pushed it aside and moved out the door. On her way she decided to take Aaron with her for the shift. He would enjoy playing with some of the kids, and it would give her a chance to spemd some time with him for once.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 5:41 pm
In the middle of the room stood a fine wooden table, with red candles ever-burning in a very elaborate candelabra in the middle. It stood in a gold bowel, which was filled with a bouquet of roses and white feathers in an intricate pattern. The table was set with fine silver ware and wafer-thin china plates. A padlock sat on the side of the table, near one of the chairs.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:47 pm
Aaron snuck into the room, although he made sure to listen at the door to make sure there were no noises. Despite his parents being at the war, they were unpredictable, and he had learned very quickly never to walk into any room without being sure it was safe. He held a card in one hand and a small present in the other. He placed them both on Arch's side of the bed, and then quietly snuck back out again...though not before trying one more time to break into the drawers that were sealed shut.
The card had a crayon drawing of the bus on the front, with a couple bad guys underneath the wheels, and a large puddle of blood. One of the badguys' heads (which was illustrated by a blue circle with eyes) had rolled off into the bottom corner of the card...more blood/red crayon, trailing from the head. On the top was written "To: DAD" in yellow crayon. On the inside of the card were three stick figures, two with red curly swirls on their heads, and one with wings. "Hapy Fathr Fethar Dads Day" was written at the top.
Inside the newspaper-wrapped present were the last three illegal fireworks. A near priceless gift in Aaron's mind.
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