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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 1:40:51 GMT -5
"Not a choice. You know."
*Pulling herself up, she stumbled over to a cabinet, rooting through the various pills*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 24, 2008 1:43:44 GMT -5
"Vell youf could hide here vile I send een se cavelry to kill your hoosband, but apparently youf still luf heem; even after he turned you in to a monsterr." His voice was blase and uncaring as he spoke "I vouldn't, dosen't seen like a nice guy."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 1:49:24 GMT -5
"Don't know if he'd notice..."
*She leaned against the wall, pulling out a few pills from a bottle*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 24, 2008 1:50:09 GMT -5
"Sen youf give me permission to call se police?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 1:52:01 GMT -5
*She was just sober enough to realize the basics of the situation. Swallowing the medicine, she shook her head*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 24, 2008 1:52:46 GMT -5
"Nooo? Yesss?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 1:55:08 GMT -5
"Maybe he dragged me down. Now you want to keep me there."
*And the worst part was that she was almost glad she'd lost control of the situation, since she didn't know what she would have done.*
"I think I loved you. I think I still love him. I'll do what you want."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 24, 2008 1:56:52 GMT -5
He grinned "Sats a good girl" he grinned "now come here und give me a kiss."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 1:59:56 GMT -5
*She walked over, still a bit shaky on her feet, and kissed him on the cheek*
"Will you be nice to me?"
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 24, 2008 13:55:38 GMT -5
His face softened "Aren't I alvays?" He chuckled and looked up at her "Of course I vill, sere is still some compassion left in mein bones."
But not for long.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 24, 2008 14:28:28 GMT -5
*She knelt down beside him, looking up at his eyes*
"I just wanted to be alive again."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 25, 2008 1:26:39 GMT -5
"Ja, boot at vat price?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 25, 2008 11:06:53 GMT -5
"This, I guess."
*She seemed a bit more lucid by now*
"Feeling alive, like more than a monstrous experiment, means letting myself be dragged back down again."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 26, 2008 22:01:29 GMT -5
"It vas bound to happen Meera" he cooed.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 28, 2008 13:46:32 GMT -5
*She could still remember the days when things had been...well, they were never 'good', but there was a time when they'd been happier. When she loved him enough to pretend he wasn't corrupt, and he'd tried to be good for her sake, and they'd both made each other feel good.*
"I can't seem to get away from here."
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