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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 5, 2008 10:30:23 GMT -5
***AFTER THE CONFRONTATION***
*Jake stormed into the house, a black look on his face and speaking a word to no one as he stalked into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Throwing himself onto his bed, he propped his boots against the footboard, his breathing heavy and laboured as his eyes drifted shut.*
Dear God...please...let her come back...let her believe in me...I don't know what I'll do if--
*But he knew. He knew damn well what he'd do.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 5, 2008 14:43:40 GMT -5
*Lizzie wasn't dim. She knew Lark hadn't shown up and that Jake'd come back without her and that wasn't no portent of good. She gave him some time, but eventually, she had to check on him. She knocked softly on his door.*
"Jake? 'Ya...ya wanna talk about it?" *She tried to be helpful.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 5, 2008 15:15:17 GMT -5
*Jake propped one arm behind his head, staring dully at the ceiling, a mist in his red-rimmed eyes that was the only hint of softness about the man, the rest of him chiseled angles and hard planes that yielded to nothing. All of that, and still a short girl with a cute nose had managed to stick his heart like a hog.*
"...she ain't comin', is she, Liz?" *he said in a rough, watery voice, as if he were about to be sick.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 5:56:11 GMT -5
*Lizzie wanted to help, but what could she do? She wasn't even sure she wanted to see him like this. But...he needed her. Needed someone. Curse on that little tumbleweed, hurting him so! She swallowed and tried the door, trying to keep her voice soothing.*
"I don't right know now..."
But she will if she's smart. And wants to keep both eyes.
"Jake...what happened?" *She implored.*
((Can she come in or is the door locked?))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 7:54:11 GMT -5
((Not locked, I guess.))
"She--someone--showed her the paper...'bout what happened...back home..." *he said with difficulty.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 7:58:26 GMT -5
*Lizzie stepped in, her eyes immediately softening as she hurried to the bed.*
"Aww, Jake...I...I'm so sorry."
*She took his hand cautiously, unsure of what kind of comfort he was needing.*
"Lark's a smart girl..." *She started slowly.* "She'll fig're that all that's a lot of hogwash."
I hope.
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 8:37:15 GMT -5
"Will she?" *said Jake in a flat tone that didn't imply a question.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 8:42:29 GMT -5
*Lizzie exhaled sharply in desperation.*
"Aww, hell...if she don't...she ain't worth yer time Jake."
*What else could she say? The situation was dire to say the least.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 9:00:10 GMT -5
"Naw...I ain't worth hers..."
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 10:04:05 GMT -5
*Lizzie frowned.*
"Jake, 'ya know damn well that ain't true. 'Ya ain't been nothin' but good 'ta her."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 10:12:23 GMT -5
"Then how could she believe some piece a' paper an' strangers talkin' all kinds a' shit 'bout me?"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 10:31:19 GMT -5
*Lizzie sighed.*
"Well...some people just give undue credit to the printed word's all." *She shook her head.* "She just ain't known you long enough to be able to spot the bull in it."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 10:34:20 GMT -5
"She won't know me any more 'n she does now, if she c'n help it, I guess. How many girls you know 'r keen 'nough t'hang around a s'pected murderer jus' t'see if it turns out t'be bull?"
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 14:39:59 GMT -5
*Lizzie sighed heavily. He did have a point.*
"I'm sorry, Jake. I just wanna help."
*Her eyes implored his to understand.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 14:45:18 GMT -5
"Ah know, Liz...ah know," *he said softly.* "...thanks."
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