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Post by Lavinia on Feb 24, 2009 16:46:47 GMT -5
Lavinia's expression flickered, worried, perhaps even horrified, of the potential to be wrong. I don't know - I'm not certain -
Was she speaking like this, she wondered, because she was flustered or because she was panicking?
They are just very familiar. I knew what they were, would do, or thought so.
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Post by Maria on Feb 24, 2009 16:58:02 GMT -5
"Huh. Or maybe things similar to them. I know there's all sorts of wild stories about the undead."
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 24, 2009 17:03:08 GMT -5
Lavinia was starting to become fidgety.
Am I undead?
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Post by Maria on Feb 24, 2009 17:17:39 GMT -5
Uh-oh. This...was turning into a delicate conversation. And Maria wasn't the best at these things.
"I...I'm not sure. You don't have the usual traits." She said carefully.
"I'm one, and I can sense them, and...I don't know how to explain it...you don't 'read' as one."
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 24, 2009 17:20:19 GMT -5
Lavinia's fidgeting wound down.
If Maria was one - obviously she was - then she would know what she was speaking of. This was good enough an answer for her. She nodded once.
I don't know why I never died, said Lavinia with tact for herself, although still a bit directly, looking at Maria, but seeming to look through her. My father did try to kill me, but it didn't work.
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Post by Maria on Feb 24, 2009 17:34:25 GMT -5
Oh, god...
"I...oh..."
The revelation about Lavinia's father was upsetting. No, Maria did not know the story of Titus Andronicus, and likely wouldn't have recognized the title in any case.
"I'm glad you're not dead. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to."
As far as friendships were concerned, Lavinia was really the only woman Maria had associated with.
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 24, 2009 17:43:59 GMT -5
Lavinia shrugged again, delicately.
It was a very long time ago, she thought, miserably. It's been a long time without you to talk to. Without talking.
She shook her head slowly, momentarily shutting her eyes, as though trying to rid herself from a heavy, dulling headache.
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Post by Maria on Feb 24, 2009 17:59:19 GMT -5
All too true. Maria hadn't any idea of the magnitude of what Lavinia's life must have been like, as she had no frame of reference--everything had been really damn easy for her, right down to the manner in which she'd gained immortality.
"Well, I...I'm here now." She said, flinching. That was a rather lame response.
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 25, 2009 11:19:39 GMT -5
Lavinia'd lifted her head and opened her eyes again by that point, and instead just rubbed at her eyes with one wrist as though sleepy, though in reality she was just more than usually lucid and looking back on a very bleak millenium.
It's best not to think about it, though Lavinia wisely. Yes, to think about the present instead. It's easier now. She looked up at Maria rather suddenly, and smiled. I do not remember very many other people I had met in the past.
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Post by Maria on Feb 25, 2009 11:45:05 GMT -5
She smiled back. Maybe she hadn't bungled it.
"Yeah, the present is pretty chaotic all on it's own. And there are plenty of memorable folks here, that's for certain."
Her own past history, shorter as it was than Lavinia's, had a lot of colorful characters in it, though most of that could be attributed to her time in Paris.
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 25, 2009 12:14:20 GMT -5
Lavinia seemed to be coming out of her shell, which, unfortunately, meant she was slightly more manic, but that wasn't so unusual. It was a good deal better than being depressed and unhappy. But then, zombies did that to a girl.
Memorable? I haven't remembered anyone. Tybalt. Maria... The boy came very rapidly into her head, an accidental, several-seconds flash of that preternatural boy who had attempted so cruelly to upset her and ultimately appeared to have upset himself, and rapidly left the cafe.
Maybe a few, Lavinia relented, cheered by this admission, even if not everyone she had met had been so very nice. If she ever saw that boy again, though, she'd surely give him a piece of her mind.
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Post by Maria on Feb 25, 2009 12:35:26 GMT -5
"I've run into some rather interesting people." She said.
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 25, 2009 12:42:52 GMT -5
Lavinia didn't realize that she hadn't deliberately "asked" Maria to tell her about them, since it was swimming all over her thoughts anyway, as she perked up and scooted a little to the edge of the chair.
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Post by Maria on Feb 25, 2009 13:04:22 GMT -5
Her smile widened.
"Well, there is you, and Heike, and my dear Norman is interesting all by his lonesome."
She frowned a bit, thinking of him, as she still didn't know where he was or what had happened to him.
"There is Spike, my...maker, I guess you could say."
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 25, 2009 14:36:04 GMT -5
Lavinia had an explanation for Spike - the one who had made her... a vampire, Lavinia presumed, and didn't push further than that - and for Norman, who was apparently Maria's lover, as Lavinia took that to mean. She didn't push further than that, either, for Lavinia had a strong sense of doom with all relationships, considering where men's desire had gotten her in the past, and where her brief marriage had ended. She didn't have one for Heike. She couldn't even recognize the name's gender.
Heike?
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