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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 17:48:59 GMT -5
*Lizzie was digging around in the pantry for the hidden bottle of whiskey she cooked with.*
"I...I don't think she's comin'." *She answered flatly, not looking back to him.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 18:12:41 GMT -5
(("Cooked with" or "swigged from when she realized she was alone in a house of three of the filthiest, scrappiest boys in the South?"))
*Kip snorted.*
"Yer a turrible liar, 'Liz'beth Quinn. I'll bet Jake just got 'er a bit...distracted...I mean, the ceremony's just a ceremony, an' it's a sure thing...so..."
*Kip winked and made a vulgar gesture with the best of humourous intentions.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 7, 2008 8:54:27 GMT -5
((You know...it's hard not to love the Quinn boys. I think I have a mild infatuation.))
*Lizzie stopped what she was doing and turned back on him with a hard eye. One that suggested her desperation and that she most certainly wasn't fibbing at Jake's expenses.*
"Kip..." *She said softly, a sure sign of bad things to come.* "...I ain't playing. She ain't here. And Jake...he's a mess."
*She sighed heavily.*
"Girl got a look at the post from back home."
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 7, 2008 9:36:58 GMT -5
"Shit, what could anyone back home have t'say 'bout--"
*Kip trailed off.*
"...aw HELL. He didn't TELL her?"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 7, 2008 11:59:39 GMT -5
*Lizzie shrugged, her eyes widening.*
" 'Parently not. Don't f'gure she'd not show on account of somethin' she was knowin' already."
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 7, 2008 15:31:44 GMT -5
"Hmm..."
*Kip actually looked serious. For once.*
"...is Jake gonna be alright?"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 7, 2008 15:36:09 GMT -5
*Lizzie's face was grave.*
"Whadya think? Would 'ya be?"
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 16, 2008 18:22:47 GMT -5
"...he...he's never been...NOT alright..." *said Kip, swallowing hard.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 17, 2008 7:25:56 GMT -5
*The whites of Lizzie's eyes showed in protest.* "Well he ain't a'ight now. If 'ya don't believe me, go look for yerself." *She gestured roughly towards the hall. Then her voice went stern.*
"But be easy on him, Kip. He's gonna need support right now. Oh, and this."
*She shoved the whiskey towards him, her eyes going soft.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 17, 2008 7:59:47 GMT -5
"Right. Thanks."
*Kip took a swig himself and went down the hall. There was a murmuring, a pause, a knock, then another pause, longer. Then--*
"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZ!"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 17, 2008 8:34:11 GMT -5
*Concern immediately ran deeper and Lizzie hurried down the hall to Jake's room.*
"What is it?" *She called, turning into the room. But then the question was answered. Jake wants there. Panic washed over her.*
"Kip...where did he...?"
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 17, 2008 8:48:36 GMT -5
"He...I don't...wha..."
*Kip looked around frantically.*
"...all his stuff is gone. He--"
*His gaze fell on the paper.*
"...SHIT, Liz, he's goin' back!"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 17, 2008 8:57:03 GMT -5
"Goin' back? 'Ta see her..." *Then she too saw the paper and things started to click. She shook her head, increasingly insistent.*
"But he can't. They'll..." *The color fled from her face.*
"We gotta stop him, Kip. He can't..."
He can't die for what I did.
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 17, 2008 9:12:32 GMT -5
"--how c'n we stop 'im? He knew we were here...he knew he could have stayed...that we'd stay with 'im..."
*Kip shook his head, his horror making him feel dizzy.*
"How is it we can't be enough no more? Family's everythin' t'Jake..."
*His jaw set, his eyes hardened.*
"...it's that bitch...that slut...that whore...she...God damn it, Liz, I'll kill 'er."
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 17, 2008 9:28:51 GMT -5
*The threat seemed real enough, it was justifiable. Lizzie caught Kip by the arm.*
"Hey now. Ain't like she meant this 'ta happen. Even with...I can't believe she'd want him...dead." *She was worried, things were getting worse by the second and she didn't know what to do about it.*
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