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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 9, 2008 9:36:17 GMT -5
"I did one thing, and now everyone's against me." Emilian shrugged, masking how frustrated it made him. "I can always go back home, plenty of people there." Of course, he rather enjoyed being with Adara. If he left he'd have to drag her with him. He smiled, there wouldn't be much dragging to it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 9, 2008 9:43:28 GMT -5
"No one is against you for that one thing Emilian, its the chain of events you happen to be at the core of that makes people against you." she shook her head trying to clear her thoughts, maybe that was why she wasn't wanted, because of what she's been doing to people around her.
"Your lucky, at least you don't care or have to hide much, not as painful as someone foolish like me." she said grimacing.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 9, 2008 14:32:20 GMT -5
Emilian stared into her eyes for a moment, then turned away. Don't have to hide much. He had learned in the past weeks that he did have much to hide, more than he could imagine. "So why are you against me?" He hadn't done anything to her, had he? Or anything relating to her. Well, telling Michael about her and Chase didn't count, right?
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 10, 2008 6:37:18 GMT -5
She sighed letting her barriers done for a fraction of a second before putting them back up.
"I'm not against you Emilian, I just feel, I feel like I have to be like this to you, to keep me sane, not that I am, but sane enough to live through the rest of my school life here." she explained looking away from him.
"I'm kind of glad about what you did, I guess if it wasn't for you I would still be playing around behind Dru's back, even if I'm sacrificing my own happiness, it's worth it." what she said sounded dull in contrast to how she said it, although the message was clear.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 10, 2008 14:24:56 GMT -5
Emilian sneered, "You just can't stop stepping on people, can you? Betraying Dru's trust by screwing her boyfriend, being absolutely horrible to me. All for your benefit." The comments were uncalled for, and Emilian knew it, but he didn't even attempt to keep them from leaving his lips. It was highly hypocritical, he didn't exactly do things for the betterment of others. Perhaps he was searching for a way to make her as bad of a person as he knew he was.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 10, 2008 14:33:49 GMT -5
She was glaring now she wasn’t going to put up with anyone walking all over her the way he was.
“You sicken me at least my life isn’t a lie, I’m the one living reality Emilian, you’re drowning in your own ego and self indulgence and in the end when everyone realizes that your not worth it, you’ll find your self 6 feet under.” she was angry and sick of him and everything about him.
“You can’t manipulate me, and you cant hurt me, whatever you say means crap to me, because you’ll never come close to understanding me.” she paused pulling herself to her full height irritated.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 10, 2008 14:41:59 GMT -5
"My life isn't a lie!" Emilian suddenly turned angry and stepped closer to her, breathing hard through his nose. "When have I ever lied to you? Hm?" His hands had unconsciously taken her shoulders and he stared into her eyes, his voice got louder and his accent started coming through. "I never aimed to hurt you, I never really cared to understand you. I'm already six damned feet under, I can't get any lower!"
He glared at her, searching her eyes for he didn't know what, and then, realizing everything he had said, he took a hand from her shoulder and rubbed it over his mouth roughly, then turned from her and ran it through his hair. He took his other hand from her and balled it into a fist at his side, try ing to calm himself down.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 11, 2008 6:36:31 GMT -5
She did it, she hit a nerve she was sneering, she wanted to push further.
"Your in denial, you can get lower in your case anything is possible." she was sneering wanting to hurt him badly it felt good and even though he didn't deserve this much, she was reveling in his pain.
"Your just a puppet played with and when the string are knotted up your thrown into the trash until someone else comes and fixes you up only to be thrown away again." she grasped her wand again, but kept it hidden in case he attacked he maybe physically able to overpower her, but she stood a good chance against him with her wand.
"I'm not the good guy here, no one is, but your just worse because you have no redeeming quality." she said every word slowly letting them sink in.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 11, 2008 14:33:09 GMT -5
"The only problem with your puppet theory is that no one comes to 'fix me up.' According to you I'm not even worth being put in the trash, I go straight to the burn barrel." Emilian turned back to her and his eyes flicked to where he assumed her wand was. "I'm not going to pull out my damn wand, so don't even." He looked back up into her eyes and a bitter smirk came over his face as he came closer to her, eyes strangely dead.
"I do have a redeeming quality. I can make girls like you moan in ecstasy." He ended on a hissing whisper. If that wasn't a redeeming quality, then he didn't know what was, because other than that trait, he was screwed.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 12, 2008 6:41:38 GMT -5
She sneered, the close proximity of him made her shudder. She wanted to put her hands up and push him away, but she wasn't going to, she wasn't afraid of him.
"Then your screwed Emilian, because that mean nothing to anyone, just do everyone a favor and give up on life, at least then you die doing something good in your life." her jaw was tense she abandoned her use of wand. She wouldn't mind throwing a few punches either.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 12, 2008 16:02:13 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes narrowed, "Me dieing wouldn't undo, wouldn't fix anything. Wouldn't you rather see me tied up somewhere and tortured? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Standing above me holding the wand that's causing me pain." And not in the way he had joked around with her about earlier. His expression was hard and cold, no more jokes.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 13, 2008 8:00:57 GMT -5
She shook her head, for this once she wouldn't be stoic or cold, she would allow him to have another glance at her emotions.
"No, never, I would never wish for anyone to go through that, not you, not Dru... not Chase." she said the last word painfully. Her voice was quiet still a little bit dead, but sorrowful.
"...because I know how it feels like to be tortured and no human in existence deserves that, even if they were the cause of torture to others." she paused looking away from him her eyebrows furrowed.
"You know Emilian I would have liked you as a friend, if you made a few changes." she was saying the total opposite of what anyone would expect of her. She was supposed to be cold angry shouting profanities at him, but she didn't feel like it, she didn't feel like it was right.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 13, 2008 14:22:19 GMT -5
Emilian stared at her, he was changing, whether she knew it or not. "Perhaps sometime in the future." If Adara kept going like she was, it would be sooner rather than later. In return for her doing the same, he let down a barrier for just a moment, letting her see that he was sincere, "I'm much different than I was when I first got here." He stared at her a second longer before turning his head away and putting on a face once more.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 13, 2008 14:41:52 GMT -5
Force once she grinned. She felt like they had come to a mutual understanding. She wouldn't bother him, or verbally attack him anymore, he didn't deserve it, although she would look forward to teasing him every once in a while.
"Emilian, steer clear of Chase, I think that if you don't I'll be visiting one of your death beds, not a pleasant sight." she said her grin now slowly dieing out. Although it was suppose to be a joke, the message was serious, she didn't think Chase would control himself.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Mar 13, 2008 14:44:55 GMT -5
Emilian nodded, "I don't plan on going anywhere near him, he's already tried to kill me once." His voice was bitter, if Adara hadn't come, then he'd have been dead. He shoved his fingers in his pockets to fight off the shiver that ran over his body at the thought. "And half the school saw the green light from his wand, too." Well, he didn't know if it was really half, but it had seemed like it at the time.
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