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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 22:25:37 GMT -5
I can't pinpoint it, really. A lot of it is Sands... some of it is just not being in control. Fuck... it's just a balance. A balance I need to keep. You could prove to be a godsend, but there's a dark side that keeps muttering that maybe you're not the best thing for me... I don't want to believe it and I really can't afford to.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 22:34:41 GMT -5
*realease him from the restraints*
I love you, you know that right?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 22:37:28 GMT -5
Yes... I do... *rubs his wrists absently, lost in his thoughts before realizing he's cold* Did... did I have a shirt?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 22:55:57 GMT -5
*scratches head in confusion for it is quite clear he is shirtless*
You did...I don't know where it went.
*tucks the covers around him*
Wait here for a second I'll bring you a shirt.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 22:57:45 GMT -5
*shivering against the cold plastic of the bed* Thth-ththththththanksssssssss... Fuck... Raoul... you, you take over, you sweat a lot...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 23:17:53 GMT -5
*brings back a shirt and sees him shivering*
*feels his forehead again*
Oh, honey you really are sick. I need to get you somewhere warmer.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 23:23:22 GMT -5
*tugs the long sleeved shirt that says 'Nosy bastard, are we?' in really tiny font across his chest over his head and wraps his arms around his body* I'd... I'd like that... Yeah...
You still need me?
I... I'm okay, Raoul... thanks...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 22, 2004 0:02:38 GMT -5
*takes wand out and makes him wiethless and quickly picks him up off the bed wrapped in the blanket and all*
The warmest place around here is in the kitchen. Alright?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 22, 2004 0:05:30 GMT -5
*chattering* Ammmmm Iiiiii really in a possssssssition to comp-comp-complain?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 22, 2004 16:16:35 GMT -5
*hugs him tightly to her and exits the hospital wing rapidly*
You need to keep talking to me ok? Tell me something about yourself I didn't already know.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 22, 2004 16:45:31 GMT -5
Wwwwwwhat? Like.......... uh............ I don't know... Uhhhhhh.... Shit........ Uh............ I think I'm Russian.... I dunno.... I never know these things.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 22, 2004 17:12:24 GMT -5
*continues on at a rapid pace*
You don't know if your Russian, ok then how bout family life what was that life?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 22, 2004 17:18:39 GMT -5
Uh... blanking out... fuck... uh... I think it was boring. Boring as hell. No influences to speak of..... I was so goddamn boring... but I didn't need the other children... noooooooo... they were bloody stupid and ignorant! I didn't need them, I had my friends...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 22, 2004 17:25:54 GMT -5
*feels his forehead and realize that his fever has spiked*
*whispers* How can you be so sick?
*a bit louder* So how many kids were there? And why did you dislike them so much?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 22, 2004 17:36:12 GMT -5
Many... many... many... 3 siblings... all normal... perfectly normal. Just me... I was the crazy one and THEY KNEW THIS! They knew it, the evil bastards... The voices were my friends... they played with me, talked to me... treated me like I should have been...
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