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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 16:53:41 GMT -5
Quinn gave a half of a smile, "well, almost no one. Murderers don't sit well on my list, not after Kylie. Or before. But then I'm not sure if it's persecution or justice. People who take pleasure is killing, or torturing other people should be judged. But it would only continue the cycle if we did the same to them."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 17:05:32 GMT -5
"Oh." He'd certainly never done anything like that, but he didn't feel like he should be safe from judgment for it. He pushed that thought away, though. It was hard not to have noticed what she'd just said about her sister. "It's none of my business, but... your sister was murdered?" He'd thought that maybe she'd gotten sick, and that was horrible enough. And there was a difference in his mind between killed and murdered as well. Why would someone murder a girl who worked in her family's shop?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 17:40:55 GMT -5
Quinn looked up quickly at what Lyric had said, and then looked away. "I didn't realize I'd said that." She braided her hair on one said of her face, "yeah, she was murdered." No one else wanted to believe her, but she'd been there, she'd seen it happen. "Nobody else believes me, but I was there." And she'd almost died too, it had been her fault after all, but somebody had come into the house, disrupted him.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 18:39:31 GMT -5
"Why didn't anyone believe you?" Lyric asked. Because they're people, he answered himself. Lyric had no love of people, and little faith in them, if any. He thought that he loved his mother, and he trusted her more than the rest of the world combined, but that really wasn't saying much. Didn't he trust Jory, though? A little. He didn't know how long the residue of that one moment of trust would remain.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 18:45:31 GMT -5
Quinn sighed and looked away, "the town where I grew up, muggles say it exists in a time warp." She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked out over the lake. "My step-father was from there, and he believed in it with all of his heart. The land of kings, keeping sacred a time when things meant something. Including, women and children shouldn't speak until spoken to. My sister and I never....believed in that, or some of the other things that were...more hideously backward," there was disgust in her voice as she said that, but she wouldn't tell him what, she still didn't know him well enough, even if she thought there might be a budding friendship. "Suffice it to say that he had ruined our credibility throughout town, before Kylie died. No one believed me, and if they did, what was a woman's word against a man's?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 18:59:07 GMT -5
Lyric had no clue what to say to that. Quinn was definitely starting to weird him out with the way she was talking, and he wasn't at all sure whether to believe her in the first place. If she'd been raised to believe something, why wouldn't she believe it, and how could anyone think their own culture was hideously backward, even if it was? He decided it would be far safer not to reply, and maybe even to begin looking for a way back toward the castle.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 19:03:12 GMT -5
Quinn noticed that Lyric had gone silent, "you think I'm crazy now don't you?" She sighed and rested her head on her knees, "it's not so crazy. My mother married a muggle before she married my step-father, from what she's told me, well...he was a wonderful man, and maybe she was just looking for love and got trapped. She loves him regardless, but my sister and I, well...we always dreamed one day our father would come riding in on a white horse and rescue us." She tossed the half flower crown she'd been weaving into the water, "he never did, so Kylie took the brunt of the beatings. She was my white knight."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 19:47:02 GMT -5
Lyric wasn't sure if Quinn was crazy or not, but he didn't understand any better, and was only getting more disturbed. Quinn was telling him a lot at once, and it was too confusing to make sense of. Time warps and fathers and step fathers and murders and he had no clue what else. It made him feel pathetic about his own problems, and since she hadn't asked him anything, he didn't feel the need to force himself to say anything. She seemed to be filling the silence just fine.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 19:53:15 GMT -5
Quinn turned to look up at Lyric, "to much huh?" Quinn knew that she'd never known when to stop talking, that lack of a senor that said when to stop had gotten her in a bunch of trouble in her life. She half grinned, some humor at herself implied in the grin, "I have step-daddy issues, but who doesn't? I'm sure you've got your own set of parent issues, everybody does."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 21:31:46 GMT -5
Lyric didn't want his family to come into things at all, so he shook his head and didn't say anything. He didn't have issues, especially not daddy issues, and this entire one-sided conversation was only getting worse and worse as it went on. Quinn was still freaking him out, and her grinning between telling him about murder and getting beaten, and that she had step-daddy issues didn't help at all.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 21:40:49 GMT -5
Quinn looked over at Lyric again, and sighed, "I told you I was bad at this socialization thing...I really have freaked you out." Quinn shook her head and looked back out over the lake, "it's okay if you want to escape. I get it." Quinn's eye's unfocused as she looked out over the water, it only reinforced that maybe she really did need to work on this not saying certain things to certain people. Verbal filters, verbal filters. She wanted to try to explain to him, say something, because she at least felt comfortable talking to him, enough that she'd let slip about Kylie...but she'd really stepped in it, she hadn't meant to keep talking. From now on maybe her answer should just be...I've got issues.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 22, 2009 21:09:04 GMT -5
Now Lyric felt bad for having offended her. He didn't know what to say though, and he didn't want to stay, so he muttered a low sorry and something about seeing her around. He took a few steps back, then turned to walk away. He hoped he could find his way back to the castle.
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