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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 27, 2004 19:03:37 GMT -5
*continues to sob and places a hand against the door as if it could comfort her in some way*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 27, 2004 19:25:53 GMT -5
*Lets out a fresh burst of laughter*
I hear you in there! Are you trying to torture me efficiently? You're doing very, very lousy job of it. You haven't even got me to the point of begging yet.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 16:41:25 GMT -5
*doesn't answer and sits perfectly still and silently*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 16:46:29 GMT -5
Tell me... have you done me a favor and thrown yourself out of the window yet?
(god... i feel so mean! sands, stop saying these evil things!)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 17:11:01 GMT -5
*feels the sadness pushing away allowing room for anger, maddening anger*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 17:15:39 GMT -5
*maniacal grin* That's the good thing about being eyeless you know... you never knew where the pain was coming from. You could never anticipate it so you never had to be on top of it. That's the other thing, I wasn't blind. I didn't have any eyes. That's a common misconception... Though since I suppose you're not on the other side of this door crying to yourself over your crazy boyfriend, I shouldn't be having this conversation with you should I, because you can't hear me.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 17:26:09 GMT -5
*wonders how the hell he knew how she was feeling but doesn't answer and simply opens the door*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 17:34:38 GMT -5
Ah... so you were just hiding. You no doubt have heard my triumphant story of getting into the CIA and overcoming all my personal obsticles. It's quite a heartwarming story. In a nutshell, had I joined the FBI, I would be in charge of getting into the mind of criminalsto catch them. Because I'm a master of manipulation. That's why I'm a field agent for the CIA. So I can commit those acts that I'd only get to read about in the FBI. And trust me... some of them are quite... amusing...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 20:58:42 GMT -5
Are you still here for a reason or do you just like ranting to my door?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 21:03:37 GMT -5
Oh no, I'm fine hanging out here. I'd rather like to see how long it takes until you freak out on me and try to hurt me.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 21:11:53 GMT -5
*sighs*
I can't hurt you.
*mutters* Not yet anyway.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 21:16:59 GMT -5
*grins* What was that? Are you plotting my demise? Come on, I know you want to...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 21:34:37 GMT -5
Oh, I'd love to beat the living shit out of you right now but I can't.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 29, 2004 21:41:12 GMT -5
And why would that be, sugarbutt?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 29, 2004 21:50:28 GMT -5
Because I can't hurt him. That's why.
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