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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 1:45:57 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes remained closed as he spoke. "Look through the hole and press the button on top," he said. "That's it." If it was any more complicated than that, it should have come with a manual, and he didn't care enough to sit up and play photographer with her. He'd given that up. He had better things to do than stare at leaves and sunsets.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 1:50:52 GMT -5
Quinn took what Lyric was saying and took a shot of him, her finger still over the viewer of the camera. She set the camera back in her bag, trying desperately to think of what she could say or do to bring him out of this. Previously she could just accept some of what Lyric was doing, and then would have a better feel of what was going on, but now she couldn't. "Did you still want to go to that concert with me?" It didn't feel like it, he was feeling stand offish, and she knew it had something to do with the drugs, and her asking about them, but she didn't want to push so hard that he just walked away.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 1:56:10 GMT -5
"Yeah," Lyric said. "When is it?" He'd forgotten, then hadn't gotten the motivation to hunt her down and find out. Not that he'd know where to hunt her down, anyway. It didn't occur to him that they were in the same house, that he'd run into her in the Common Room before. He'd forgotten already and moved on to where he was now.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 2:00:05 GMT -5
"Tonight. It's part of the reason I was looking for you. I mean..." she blushed at the thought, knowing that Lyric seemed more distant than he had been in the past. "I bought them for you." She looked up at Lyric, wishing she knew how to tell him that she liked him more than just as his friend, and it scared her, especially knowing that he was treading dangerous water.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 2:08:46 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks," Lyric said. It was a good thing his box was fully stocked, because he'd need some things before the crush of a concert. If he seemed distant, part of it might have been that he was on something when Quinn wasn't. Part of it was that she was getting too close and he knew it. He didn't want anyone getting close to him, didn't want anyone caring. He didn't see a reason to care about anyone else, not when all that happened was hypocrisy and anger.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 2:18:45 GMT -5
Her hand dug for the ticket, holding it out for him, "do you want it now, or do you want me to hold on to it for you until later." Her fingers lingered on the slightly bent one, keeping that back, she would take the one that had gotten smashed, since Lyric would probably want to keep his afterward.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 12:42:12 GMT -5
"It's tonight, you can hold onto it," Lyric said. Then he didn't have to worry about losing it or forgetting it. He figured he might as well go to the dorm for a shower and a change of clothes before the concert, and if Quinn had held onto the tickets this long, she could hold onto them another however many hours. "What time do we need to meet?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 13:09:47 GMT -5
"Midnight. In the entry hallway." She wanted to tell him more, wanted to get a promise out of him that he wouldn't be high, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen today. She slid the tickets into her book bag, her head turned to look at Lyric, wondering what he was feeling right now. Was it forgetting, or feeling, she couldn't tell without doing it herself, but after whatever his name was had told her, she didn't feel like she should.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 13:31:19 GMT -5
"Eleven thirty at the gates," Lyric mumbled. "They close at midnight. Don't get caught by Filch." Maybe he should have taken his ticket after all, in case she wasn't any good at sneaking through the castle after curfew. He didn't care enough to rouse himself from his comfortable spot against the wall though, so he didn't say anything. The wooden dragon hung precariously from his fingers as his arm rested limp against his knee, but he hardly noticed it anymore.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 13:38:27 GMT -5
"I won't get caught. I can keep secrets too." Quinn slowly stood, knowing for a fact now that Lyric was on something. She tucked hair behind her ear, looking, contemplating what she was about to do. She wanted him to know that his secrets were safe with her, nothing he told her, the details of it would go to anyone else. General common knowledge she could handle, but no one would know if he trusted her with the real issues. She bent a kissed him softly on the cheek, before she straightened fully, "eleven thirty it is."
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 13:52:55 GMT -5
Lyric's wide-pupiled eyes slid open at the kiss, and his lips curved into a smile. He dismissed her subtle promise about keeping secrets, tying it into sneaking through corridors rather than actual secrets. "I'll be there," he promised. He'd wait out the rest of this, then go take a shower and get dressed.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 7, 2010 13:57:23 GMT -5
Quinn smiled as she turned, adjusting her bookbag against her shoulder and walked away, heading into the forbidden forest as she'd been intending to before she stumbled across Lyric. At least tonight would be interesting, and she'd already gotten a pocket full of muggle money to take to the concert.
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