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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 7:53:28 GMT -5
"The world would be better without me, they say."
*She shook her head, one hand tangling in her half-curly-half-lank hair.*
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 7:59:22 GMT -5
*Donavan's lips tightened for a moment, willing her to understand. But how could he explain it? That he could see the goodness in her. She'd definitely be gone after that. So the smile returned supportively.*
"Well...maybe they're wrong."
*He lowered his eyes respectfully.*
"Would you like to get something to eat?" *He asked gently.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:05:23 GMT -5
"Most of the time I feel they're right..." *she said with a small sigh. She looked up at him and tried to smile.* "Thank you...yes."
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:07:35 GMT -5
*It was a start. A first step. He prayed that he wouldn't mess things up. She was so fragile, damaged terribly by what she'd had to endure.*
"Are you...feeling up to going out? Or would you like to get some rest and I can bring you something to eat."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:11:49 GMT -5
"I...actually, I rather want to go home..." *said Nance quietly.* "I don't know that I'm fit to take many places."
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:17:12 GMT -5
"Do you have..." *Well, how could he put it?* "...somewhere you're staying? Or...I mean, you can come back...with me. I can sleep in the chair and I'd be able to get anything you might need..." *Donavan started to babble.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:26:20 GMT -5
"I...er...well, I rent a room...above the Cock and Bull. It's a tavern. Rather a...dark part of town..."
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:28:43 GMT -5
*Donavan's brow furrowed, but more in concern than in disapproval.*
"Well, if you'd like...if you'd be more comfortable...I mean to say, I have a small flat near the art district. Nothing fancy, but it's clean and...well, I think you might feel...safer. If you want."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:29:36 GMT -5
*Nance nodded, not certain what to say.*
"Alright."
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:31:46 GMT -5
*Donavan's eyes lit up.*
"Then...yes. That would be lovely."
*He started to offer his hand, but the gesture was hesitant, as if he was unsure if she would take it.*
"I...can call a cab. If you're not up for walking."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:40:28 GMT -5
"I...I think I can walk," *said Nance, dropping her gaze to his outstretched hand for a moment then shyly stepping past him without taking it.*
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:44:18 GMT -5
*It was too much. Too fast. But she didn't run, didn't change her mind. He sucked up what pride he could and caught up with her, ready to lead the way home.*
((Did you want to do the walk or just the getting there? I'm fine either way.))
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:45:40 GMT -5
((Getting there, I guess. I dunno that Nance would do a lot of revelatory talking while she's walking anywhere.))
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:48:18 GMT -5
((Yeah, she seems kinda reserved. I'm on it.))
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Post by Sid on Jul 7, 2010 21:40:53 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Sid burst into the opera house infirmary, arms occupied with balancing Christian on one shoulder and preventing his rifle strap from slipping off of the other, leaving the doors swinging helplessly on their hinges for several minutes.
"Man down! I've got a man down here!"
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