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Post by jlcgurl on Aug 7, 2011 22:04:48 GMT -5
I nodded and shoved her forward over to him. "Have a nice day and I hope you know I'll see you soon," I said softly.
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Post by Luna on Aug 7, 2011 22:05:46 GMT -5
I pulled Luna close. "Get out," I growled.
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Post by jlcgurl on Aug 7, 2011 23:12:54 GMT -5
"I live here. You're the one that needs to leave," I said softly. "If you were here to give the girls some things Isabella's room is here on the first floor. It's right over there. Sorina's and Crystal's are upstairs. My boss is out at the moment so I would make it quick," I murmured softly.
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Post by Luna on Aug 8, 2011 6:04:06 GMT -5
[Luna] I saw Jake cast a last, savage look at the leech I'd never actually seen that much rage or pure hate in his face before. He was a sweet person, really. Exactly why did I like a sweet guy…? Sighing, I allowed him to guide me to the next room -which I identified as Sorina'’s - and out of earshot at Jason, at which point I immediately said, "You lied." "Of course I lied." "“So no Hillcrest Alley?" "No, there's a Hillcrest Alley. It just has no right row of houses." Amenian architecture. Just another thing on the long list of Things I Will Never Understand. "The stuff," Jake said. "Do you mind if I - " "I'd get it myself, but I seem to be lacking opposability," I muttered. When he raised an inquisitive eyebrow, I smirked and lifted my injured hands…, which immediately led him to growl, deep and low. Great. "Seriously?" I muttered. "You growl, too?" "What?" "Nothing." "I'm going to get their stuff." "You do that." He shook his head and gathered Sorina’'s things; Crystal's and Isabella'’s, as well- in the end, it only amounted to one small bag that he located. He slung it lightly over his shoulder, and gave me his classic Wright Concerned Look. "Are you sure you can walk okay?" "Il bastardo broke my ribs, not my legs. I'm fine." "Are you?" he said. "Fine?" “"Yes." Funny; I didn't ’think I'd lied to Jacob Wright before. Lying was something I never minded with anyone else - a natural reflex, really – but as a rule, I avoided it with him. Maybe because, for some unfathomable reason, I had known from the first night I met him that I liked him. Maybe it was the soulmate principle. But like or not, I hadn't depended on a guy since I was age seven and made my brother my world. In truth, I hadn't relied on anyone - it simply was not how any Markuses operated, at least to my knowledge. And maybe, far enough within me, I knew that I just wasn't the type who got held, kissed (without the seductive passion part of it), and comforted whenever the next in many traumatizing experiences came my way. Maybe I knew that that was because I didn'’t deserve it. And maybe this was only passing through my mind because I was tortured and broken as of the moment; maybe the vague feeling that this knowledge had always been there, deep within, was made up in my current confused state of mind. Who the hell knew? I did know that I was quiet on the walk back (a miracle in itself, for me to go such a strength of time with no manner of sarcastic commentary) and that, on making it back to the safehouse, I only grinned vaguely at our newest arrivals before leaving them to their touching moment with Jake, and all their sentimental crap. The witch, Rose, could heal me whenever she wanted, but I wasn't’t going to wait; the physical pain I could handle, the emotional less so. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted to forget about it, for awhile. I didn'’t change clothes –- couldn't really, since, as stated to Jake, I lacked opposability. I just slipped into the bed and underneath the blankets; I felt cold, of the deep inside variety. I closed my eyes, willing sleep to take me in its hold; as it did, I felt the tears slide gently down my cheeks, an unfamiliar and unwelcome sensation - but hell, had to happen sometime, right? Blissful unconsciousness took me, and if they fell faster as it did, none but I would ever know.
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