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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:48 pm
Mocha walked down the hallway to the room that Rosalind and Orlando were in and knocked on the door.
To them: It's me.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:49 pm
Calls: Come in.
*she opens the door*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:51 pm
To them both: I just came to check on you both. There will be two guards posted outside of your door at all times for precautions.
*lays an extra blanket on the bed*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:51 pm
To Mocha: Thanks for the blanket. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep much though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:52 pm
Replies: Try to sleep, you will need your strength for the wedding.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:52 pm
To Mocha: You think we should still have the wedding? Are you crazy?
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:53 pm
To Rosalind: Yes, you have to show Rochester that he doesn't control your life.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:56 pm
To both of them: Good night you two.
Mocha goes down the hall and opens the door to Veli's room a crack, peeking in. There were three guards in the room with her who immediately jumped when the door opened. Mocha saw she was sleeping soundly, so he closed the door again. The two guards posted at Pheobe's door were standing just ahead. Mocha passed them and went up the stairs to the third floor and his room.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:02 pm
He opens the door to his room, it creaks slightly. The moonlight is streaming into the the room through the open window on the far side of the room onto the bed. Mocha walks over to the bureau and sits down on the stool in front of it, gazing into the mirror. He stares blankly for a moment before he slides open the drawer and takes out a case.
The metal of the razorblade shines in the moonlight. He holds it between his fingers before proceeding to make a thin line of the white powder. His bloodshot eyes look back up into the mirror. He looks at his inflamed nostrils in disgust before having his fill.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:07 pm
A voice from the dark: You seem starving.
*puts his hand on Mocha's shoulder*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:08 pm
*pulls his shoulder away*
To Rochester: Did I ask for your input?
*wipes his nose*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:09 pm
To Mocha: That isn't any way to talk to me now is it?
*puts his hand back on Mocha's shoulder*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:11 pm
*pulls his shoulder away once again*
To Rochester: Leave me alone.
*stares at his reflection in the mirror*
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:12 pm
To Mocha: Be that way then, just remember that tomorrow everything and nothing converge.
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