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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 15, 2004 15:38:10 GMT -5
*That last phrase got her on her feet and quickly. She backed slowly towards the other wall before sitting down on the edge of a dusty table. Why would he say that? She wondered staring at the prone body on the floor.*
"Well, this is productive," she mumbled.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 14:50:19 GMT -5
"Well if you'd help me get him under control maybe it would be!" Zack snapped. "
Por que esperas? Por que no me mata? Puta madre, hazlo! Tienes miedo? Que es tu problema!?
/Why are you waiting? Why don't you kill me? Motherfucker, do it! Are you afraid? What's your problem!?/
"Why the fuck do you WANT to die!?"
Porque una vida contigo no es una vida!
/Because a life with you isn't a life!/
"Then fucking DIE! Why do you need to take me with you!?"
Tu eres mio!
/You're mine!/
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 14:58:07 GMT -5
(er did she hear any of that?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 15:05:16 GMT -5
(all of it. i just got lazy with the quotations marks. except the stuff in the slashes, nobody says that, that's just a translation of what sands says)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 15:21:03 GMT -5
(oks)
*She winced. Well at least he's still in there, she thought. She could feel a slight headache coming on but she ignored it in favor of helping Zack reclaim control of his body.*
"How am I supposed to do that?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 15:28:03 GMT -5
"Talk him out of it? Christ, DO something!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 15:36:10 GMT -5
"Well, you seem to be in control right now," she said aggravatedly. Feeling suddenly very dizzy she dropped her head into her lap. She could see little black spots inside her eyelids and attempted to shake them off. She refused to quit, now that someothing good was sorta happening.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 15:41:28 GMT -5
Me mata, o te mato!
/You kill me or I kill you!/
A hand darted out and grasped Viv's throat.
"NO YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
No dices eso! Preguntas para el!
/Don't say that! You asked for it!/
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 15:50:34 GMT -5
*She gasped shakely, and began clawing at his hands to get him to let her go.*
"Leggo," She pleaded, still clawing frantically at the hands. "Please."
Breathing was beginning to become hard as she struggled in his tight grasp.
(hey she's already faint you expected her to be smart in this situation?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 15:56:12 GMT -5
Sands' hand tightened around her purpling neck. "Que tu dices ahora?"
/What do you say now?/
"Stop speaking in Spanish! Talk to me!" Zack's hand tried to pry Sands' away but found that his left hand simply wasn't adept at the motion. "What else can I do? Just let her go!"
"Que piensas!?" he yelled, but his grip didn't tighten anymore as he waited for an answer from any of them.
/What do you think!?/
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 15:58:12 GMT -5
*Vivian whimpered, barely clawing at his hand anymore as she swooned.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 16:05:57 GMT -5
"Asi!?"
/So!?/
"Let her go and we'll talk."
"No. Necesitas mas. No te creo."
/No. I need more. I don't believe you./
"Please... I'll do just about anything."
"ALGUNO!"
/ANYTHING!/
"Anything..."
Sands let his grip slacken, and he threw Viv to the ground.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 16:07:38 GMT -5
(wince)
*She groaned, but didn't wake out. A small trickle of blood going down her forehead.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 16, 2004 16:12:17 GMT -5
"What do you want?"
"Immunity."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 16, 2004 16:13:59 GMT -5
(from what?)
*Unresponsive shiver*
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