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Oct 21, 2007 11:57:12 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 21, 2007 11:57:12 GMT -5
Vannah walked down an abandoned corridor, ignoring the whispering paintings. Her hair was messy and her clothes were baggy. She had dark circles under her eyes and she hadn't bothered putting on make up. Vannah felt weak and tired so she she down against the wall hidden by a tall statue. She tried to keep her mind off of what really hurt, but it always wandered back to that one evening and she began to cry into her knees with her head down.
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Oct 21, 2007 12:45:30 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2007 12:45:30 GMT -5
Michael was walking down a corridor, his drawing pad tucked, as normal, underneath his arm, when he heard someone crying. It took him a moment to figure out where it was coming from, but eventually looked behind a statue. He didn't recognize the girl as he couldn't see her face, but he spoke, "Are you alright?"
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Oct 21, 2007 12:55:44 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 21, 2007 12:55:44 GMT -5
Vannah lifted her head slightly so she was staring at the ground. She shook her head a little, not registering who it was. Vannah pulled her sleeves up to cover her hands as a shiver shot up her spine. She finally looked up and noticed it was Michael. She was filled with neither horror nor relief, but yet she said nothing.
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Oct 21, 2007 13:00:32 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2007 13:00:32 GMT -5
When she looked up, Michael's eyes widened as he recognized who it was. He knelt down beside her, "Savannah, what's wrong?" The way she was dressed caused red lights to go off in his head, he had seen people dressed like that before, and it only happened after a certain thing happened to them.
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Oct 21, 2007 13:05:11 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 21, 2007 13:05:11 GMT -5
Vannah sobbed even harder, her shoulder shaking. She was silent for a while, but for the first time in a while she actually began to speak about it however vaguely. "I--I begged him not to...I swear...but---and he s--said he'd b--be back..." It was barely audible the way she said it in between sobs.
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Oct 21, 2007 13:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2007 13:09:56 GMT -5
The red light started emitting a siren-like sound and a feeling of dread entered him. He reached a hand out and took one of hers, "Who?" He needed to know if it was him.
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Oct 21, 2007 13:56:12 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 21, 2007 13:56:12 GMT -5
Vannah's hand shook in his. "He---He's new." She said staring at the ground. "His name's Emilian." Vannah said it slowly as if the words were stuck in her throat. Her head shot up as she remembered the night he had arrived. "He said he was looking for you. You were and old friend of his...." She recalled.
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Oct 21, 2007 13:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 21, 2007 13:59:16 GMT -5
Michael's eyes darkened and he nodded slowly. He turned and sat down beside her, his elbows on his knees. "I'm sorry you got involved, he's a horrible, horrible person." He rubbed the back of her hand as he looked at her.
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Oct 23, 2007 18:22:19 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 23, 2007 18:22:19 GMT -5
Vannah's tears continued to fall as newer, even more dreadful thoughts started to come to her. And the worse of all wouldn't leave her alone. "What if....What if he comes back?" She said softly barely above a whisper. Horror darkened her face and the only thing supporting her head were her hands.
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Oct 23, 2007 18:27:02 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 23, 2007 18:27:02 GMT -5
Michael swallowed, "Hopefully he'll come after me soon....how long has he been here, do you know?" Then he put an arm around her back, rubbing it lightly. "I'm so very, very sorry....."
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Oct 24, 2007 5:41:54 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 24, 2007 5:41:54 GMT -5
Vannah shrugged lightly. "About a week, I suppose. I met him in the Entrance Hall before and I think that was when he first arrived." Vannah said though it was muffled. She raised her ehad. "Have you talked to anyone else about him?"
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Oct 24, 2007 14:22:05 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 24, 2007 14:22:05 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "Not since he's been here." He had told Pandora about the possibility, but that had been before Emilian had showed up. "Do you think you'll be ok?" he asked, looking at her with eyes full of concern and worry.
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Oct 24, 2007 18:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 24, 2007 18:43:12 GMT -5
"I'll be fine." Vannah said forcing a small smile into a big one. "It's just....hard, ya know?" She said vaguely. "But I'll be fine. Just make sure when you get ready to kill him that I can at the least be stabding back watching him suffer, okay?" Vannah said trying to lighten her own mood in particular.
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Oct 24, 2007 18:56:38 GMT -5
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 24, 2007 18:56:38 GMT -5
Michael nodded and decided to not push the matter. "If it will make you feel better, I'll let you hex him a couple of times if at all possible, alright?" he asked, still lightly rubbing her back.
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Oct 26, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 26, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -5
Vannah let the corners of he mouth twitch upward slightly. "Okay, thanks." She said having something in her own mind already. "I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one he's gotten to." Vannah said grimly. "There was some time in between our unfortunate meetings, and I'm sure he wasn't just sitting outside in the fields picking flowers or anything...."
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