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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 4, 2007 17:10:32 GMT -8
Delilah was running.
It was the only thing she could do to ease her mind. She had been all over the city, and no sign of Rem, whom, she suspected went after the man she met at the school. Her bare feet hit the sand in a rythem, her boots slung and tied over her shoulder. They would just sink and spray sand up in her face; besides, she moved faster without them on.
This whole thing worried the raven haired girl to no end. She shouldn't have told him anything...thats he fell down the stairs weird, and some one caught her by her neck, maybe.
Yeah. Right...
She slowed to a jog and put both hands behind her head. Itw as near daylight now; she had been running for four hours. "Dammit..."
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Rem
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*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
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Post by Rem on Oct 4, 2007 19:26:00 GMT -8
A haggard and deathly looking body was deposited on the beach by the gentle waves. It settled on the sand gently, after being caught up in the ocean's ebb and flow for what seemed like hours (in fact, it HAD been hours). Rem's eyes were clamped shut as the hot sun glared down at him, warming his body and driving away the coldness that had seemed to seep straight to his bones. Luckily for him, he'd fallen from the drain in such a way that he floated face up. Heh, second time he'd been that fortunate.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2007 17:00:02 GMT -8
She pressed on, her bare feet pounding the sand as the rising sun warmed it beneath her feet. She added spring to her step, carrying her stride a little farther. Delilah inhaled through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth, breathing air that was cleaner, but in less quantity. She followed this process because it cleared her mind.
Finally, she slowed to a jog, then a walk, and finally stopped all together and sitting down on the sand, her chest rising and falling with her laboured breath. She watched the sunrise, the salty air reinvgorating the young raven haired girl. She put her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. She growled darkly. "Stupid little idiodic.."
What was that?
Delilah caught something at the corner of her eye and turned her head to look. Washed up with the tide, she say something dark and clearly battered and limp wash onto the sand with the receding surf of low tide.
Drift-wood probably...
That didn't stop her heart from hammering in her chest or from Delilah getting to her feet. there was a flicker in her mind...an idea, and it frightened her. Her walk picked up tempo and soon, she was running at full tilt to the place where the increasingly visible something lay, and she knew deep in her heart what it was, and a ragged cry tore her throat.
"Rem!" She skidded on her knees to his side, contracting a feirce burn on her shins from the friction, but dismissing it. This was more important. She looked at his wounds, wincing and with rising panic. "Rem...no....nononononononono...dammit, you idiot..." She checked his vitals, so overly relieved to find him still alive that she shouted in surprise at his heart beat beneath her palm. She sat there with him for a while, deciding what to do. Finally, she repositioned herself, and gently pulled rem onto her back. Rising shakily to her feet from the weight of the boy, she started off back to her apartment, at a quick, even pace, trying not to jostle him. The whole tiome, she thought of the man she had come to think of as "the monster" and why Rem had gone after him.
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