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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 5:22 pm
She tilted her head a little bit. "My brother should die," she said, all pleasantry. "I could find an oven and put him in it and throw him off a bridge in the oven and then I think I would be okay." For a minute, she tilted her head back and imagined this; her smile became a humongous grin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:14 pm
Murderous talk calmed n'Barit temporarily, even as Alice's expression made him wary. "Why?" he asked, suspicious and totally open to prying into Alice's life.
Kirkcaldy, thinking incorrectly this was a good time to put her plan into action, tugged at n'Barit's metal hand. "Bathroom?" she squeaked softly. Not that she needed to go, but if she could drag n'Barit away to a restroom the conversation would end. Kirkcaldy would just pretend she did not have to go after all, nicely solving the problem as she saw it, and then she would convince him to go home. Unfortunately, n'Barit was not listening to her whisper of a request. He was too invested in his argument.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:35 pm
"He is cruel," she said. She, also, missed Kirkcaldy's question, too distracted by her thoughts of fratricide. "He listened to Father, and Father told him to hurt me." Every scar was hidden, but she could remember how each of them came to be clearly. Alice didn't suffer from any suppressed memories.
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