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Post by Maxim de Winter on Apr 20, 2008 19:15:23 GMT -5
"THE ZOMBIE'S GONNA RAT ME OUT! THE ZOMBIE'S GONNA RAT ME OUT!"
*Maxim rushed blindly down the hall in a mad dash to get away from the girl that he believed was his dead wife, come back to haunt him.*
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Post by Micaela on Apr 20, 2008 19:16:41 GMT -5
*Micaela chased him, her short legs moving faster to keep up with his long strides.*
"MAXIM!" *She called, finally catching up and grabbing his arm.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Apr 20, 2008 19:20:39 GMT -5
*He turned to her, his eyes wild and terrified.*
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Post by Micaela on Apr 20, 2008 19:22:09 GMT -5
*She didn't see his terrified face, only turned him around with a surprising force.*
"Maxim, that was PINA!" *She cried.* "SHE HAS ENOUGH TO PUT UP WITH WITHOUT YOU RUNNING AWAY."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Apr 20, 2008 19:43:11 GMT -5
*He looked at her, immensely confused.*
"What!?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 20, 2008 19:43:54 GMT -5
"The girl who came through the door? THAT WAS PINA. MEGAN'S DAUGHTER." *She cried, two spots of color appearing on her cheeks.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Apr 20, 2008 19:59:57 GMT -5
*Megan's daughter- Oh, God, he remembered being told that the girl was deformed, but no one had mentioned that she looked almost like a corpse!*
"Damn it..." *he hissed.* "But the board she was holding-"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 20, 2008 20:01:39 GMT -5
"Things that go into the sea tend to come back out, in case you hadn't noticed." *She snapped.*
"THATS NOT IRONIC AT ALL!" *Screamed her suethor.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Apr 20, 2008 20:09:03 GMT -5
*Though Micaela, the sue, not the suethor, thank you, missed the irony of the statement, Maxim certainly didn't.*
"Truer than you know," *he muttered, beginning to walk again.* "Apologize to the girl and her mother for me."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 20, 2008 20:10:59 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes, resisted the urge to stamp her foot angrily, and stormed off in the other direction. She made a rather impressive figure, stomping in her heels and gown, though there was nobody to see it as she marched back toward the party.*
"God-damn excitable husband..." *She muttered to herself.*
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Post by Micaela on Apr 28, 2008 18:11:01 GMT -5
**LATER**
*Micaela dashed through the halls, out of breath and anxious, looking for Maxim. Everyone she saw, she'd ask.*
"Have you seen my husband?"
*The weather had turned chilly and she'd put on a large Aran sweater over her nightgown (she'd gone to bed but there was a commotion and Clarice had woken her up), and pulled her hair back in a bun off her face, but pieces were slipping down, and the sweater was buttoned wrong. She looked harried, worried, and utterly confused.*
*At some point she sat down in a chair and rested her head in her hands and breathed deeply, trying not to totally freak out. Because she knew that somewhere, Maxim was and she wasn't there to make sure he didn't jump off a cliff.*
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