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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 15:50:14 GMT -8
"I can't. That wouldn't be me being me."
He teased back, sticking out his tongue for effect.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 15:55:10 GMT -8
Bastille would just sigh and flop down on the ground.
"Ah, I stand corrected.....perhaps I do want something else" She grinned. "Would you like one?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 16:15:20 GMT -8
He shook his head and just bent down to scoop up some of the dirt from the planters. He felt sick to his stomach now, thinking about his Father. His Mother. His fist clenched on the dirt which worked it's way into a small dense ball in his hand.
Sucking on his tongue he strode to the edge of the building, looking down at the repaired pavement below. It wouldn't be enough to drop the dirt below. So he hurled it, watching it race to the street where it splattered into a tiny mess.
"No, I'm good."
For his back.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 16:25:10 GMT -8
Bastille looked at him and her eyes softened with recognition. She knew EXACTLY how he felt. For the first time in years...her thoughts turned to her father. There was a slight mental block on the incident...she couldn't remember much past the repeated beatings she thought normal when she was disobedient...and most importantly, the death...the blood on his hands as he used her handkerchief to wipe it off. The memory flowed back to her brain in small waves...
Her running down the hall, her walking into the dark dinning room...blood all over the table and the ground...looked like someone had spilled soup....then the body, face down on the ground...many holes in the back, through the shirt. This corpse being more like a doll rather than a body- it couldn't be a body. She had felt sick. then rage. She'd already been beaten, her fingernails torn off because that was punishment that could be easily hidden by gloves so it was okay. She was wearing bandages...hastily put on so as to not disgust anyone who might accidentally see. The memory went black as her father walked towards her, grabbing her shoulder harshly....
Everything was gone. Had she passed out? she didn't think so since her next memory was her in Piccadilly Circus, curling up on the stoop of the tiny church. She was bruised everywhere, and she was only wearing a loose large shirt and a twill jacket. Her hair was soaked with mud and her hands were covered in a mixture of blood and dirt.
She shuddered and forced herself back to reality. She didn't need to encroach on her old memories they did her no good. Point was, she knew exactly how he felt to a fault. It was the reason she just sighed into it a bit.
"Nice shot, love"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2013 8:30:01 GMT -8
"Heh."
He scoffed at the comment as he looked down at the little splatter of dirt on the pavement below. A small quick sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face her. His right hand moving to very slowly cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her flesh.
"Just picture that's his head."
His Father's head. Her Father's head. Barker's head. It didn't really matter how she wanted to take it. He wasn't even one hundred percent sure how he meant it exactly.
"Well if you don't want to harass Leon I suppose we could fly? Or I could take you to our own coastline."
The Crow's held most of the coast it was true. But the Dragons did have their own foothold.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2013 13:30:23 GMT -8
Bastille shook her head.
"Lets go harass the poor guy then take him and Eury to the shore for a double date? Sound good?- we might as well make it up to him for scaring him."
Bastille beamed at her plan, although with his hand there her mind was slowly forming a very nice option B- one that would require no audience interaction. She leaned in and kissed his palm.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2013 11:02:15 GMT -8
He shifted his palm from her lips to cup her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her on her forehead, a devious grin on his face. A double date with Leon and his Wife, the only thing that would be better would be to also run into Aryn sunbathing in the nude or something. He couldn't help but want to poke Leon's situation and see how it might blow up.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Shall we then?"
Oh if only they still had video cameras...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 2, 2013 22:50:19 GMT -8
"Indeed" She took his arm and bowed her head smirking deviously. If she were some sort of normal girl...she'd mentally comment on how in love with him she was in this moment.....but alas she was not and thus the only thought that passed through her mind was how warm was felt. She did so very much enjoy that....
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