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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 22:43:01 GMT -5
Noah ran out of the party. He was furious. Someone had stolen her, he knew that much. 'When I find them they're dead,' he thought 'I'll kill them myself,' He looked around quickly trying to find anything that could lead him to the thief.
Lyn's eyes started to open, her head seemed to be broken in two. She hadn't used sense the night before. She hadn't suffered from withdrawals in months. She wasn't sure what was going around her or where she was. "Make it stop," she cried out quietly, tears starting to run down her face as she curled up.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 22:50:46 GMT -5
Rhyme sat on a tree stump, examining his cap as if it would provide the answers to all of life's questions. He looked up as the angel spoke, and sighed.
"Wish I could, but I can't," he said, "It'll stop hurting eventually. Sweat it out." Beneath his tough words, he was hoping the pain didn't last long.
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 22:51:10 GMT -5
Shade was still roosting in the same tree, staring down at the now dark forest. A glint of white passes through his range of site, but he doesn’t bother looking to it. After a minute Hitler and an angel appeared below him. Even he played slight attention at this odd scene for a moment. Seconds later he doesn’t care anymore, and sighs. A barn owl lands on a branch across from him. After a minute it begins to pull its feathers out, dropping them to the ground below. Soon after it begins bleeding and falls from the tree. Shade didn’t bother to look to the fallen bird. That had happened many times before. A bird would land, grow depressed, rip its feathers out, then fall; sometimes to it’s death.
Depression was sure to come over the costumed strangers if they lingered for to long or have a weak mind.
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 22:52:53 GMT -5
"I dunno, I'm bored. I meant I'm not one for the whole party scene or big social groups and stuff... bad memories." Heather clarified. "I don't want anything in particular, just someone to talk with for a bit,"
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 22:54:25 GMT -5
Her eyes were closed tight but she heard the voice and she crawled towards it. "Please..please," She grabbed onto a foot and held it tight. "Make it stop,"
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 22:59:34 GMT -5
Something hit the ground next to Rhyme, and he wondered briefly why there was a dead owl before something grabbed his polished boots. It was the angel.
"I can't," he said, frowning, "Only you can."
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 23:05:44 GMT -5
"Why..why..why..why," she kept saying "Please help me, don't hate me, don't hate me.. don't hate.. hate.." She started to cry "No-no- Noah always gives me my medication when I'm sick, he always makes me better,' She looked up at him her blue eyes looking up at him "Please make me better,"
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 23:09:13 GMT -5
Quent sighs then looks up at the sky to see if the moon is out.
“That’s fine I guess. As long as you don’t try to rob me or anything.”
The mention of bad memories brought up some of his own, one in particular. He considers using the injection, but decides against it for the moment. He didn’t want to forget, and the drug would defiantly cause that. He knew he’d have to take it eventually, but for now he’d put it off.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 23:14:27 GMT -5
Rhyme looked down at her pathetic form, wondering what she had gone through. "I don't hate you, and I can't make you better. All you can do is wait this out." He closed his eyes, and sighed. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 23:15:41 GMT -5
"Don't worry I won't try to rob you. I'm not that kind of person." Heather smiled. She was surprised how normal this guy seemed. Not the usual on-the-meds-nieve morons she was used to. Maybe converting him to the Resistance wouldn't be so hard.
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 23:22:01 GMT -5
She crawled closer and closer. Her cries becoming mumbles and she soon became silent. She started to hold onto him, though she was no where close to where the drug brought her but there was another feeling in her mind, one that she hadn't felt in a long time. It wasn't strong, barely even a sliver of light but it was a feeling of a little hope.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 7, 2011 23:27:11 GMT -5
Rhyme didn't look at the angel; the closer she crawled to him, the more she tugged on his heartstrings, and the more he wanted to find an injection to give her. Once she silenced, he opened his eyes, and found her clinging to him like a lost puppy. He reached down and stroked her hair, glad she calmed down.
"See, only you can get over it..."
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Post by Sparrow on May 7, 2011 23:27:35 GMT -5
“Okay good. ...It’s weird that even with that ‘happiness drug’ there is still crime. There is actual crime to get more of it. I mean really. It’s just backwards that the drug seems to cause crime.” he looks up the street as a cat passes from one ally to the next.
He sighs after a moment,
“Sorry about the rant, I haven’t taken my ‘prescription’ yet.” he says the word sarcastically.
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Post by Sar on May 7, 2011 23:44:47 GMT -5
She looked up at his eyes, her's all sore and red. "Can you make me better? Help?" She held onto him, her mind starting the reset, some memories fading and others burned in there. She had no idea what was going on or how but she seemed to be loosing herself.
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Post by Gifted on May 7, 2011 23:46:50 GMT -5
"Nah, I don`t care. That`s normal for me. That`s not even considered a rant in my book, just a legitamate irritated observation. But yeah, I suppose in todays climate you could call it a rant." Heather shrugged.
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