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Post by Carolina on Jan 23, 2009 12:17:12 GMT -5
*Carolina staggered to her feet, dimly realizing that Laurent had left. She found a tree and leaned against it for a moment, trying to breathe, trying to stop crying. Hearing a voice call her name, she flinched, then looked over to where Marc was standing nearby.*
"...Marc?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 24, 2009 15:47:20 GMT -5
"Yes. I came as soon as I heard..."
He hadn't moved closer, mostly because any attempts at contact would have been fruitless--he was still insubstantial.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 25, 2009 0:55:21 GMT -5
"Y-you...you did that?" *she said weakly, shooting a terrified glance after Laurent's retreat.* "I...you...you stopped him. Too late to do any good, but you stopped him... God, why not just have let him kill me and be done with it? He could have--he would have, if I'd made him. He was so angry...so angry..." *she laughed hysterically, the sound thin and high-pitched.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 26, 2009 16:34:07 GMT -5
"What?" He asked incredulously.
"I would never just stand by and let something happen..."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 26, 2009 21:43:21 GMT -5
"You just DID!" *she spat.* "Why did you wait until it was too late to grab him?" *Choking on her sobs, her voice failed her and she turned and half-ran-half-stumbled back towards the house.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 26, 2009 21:45:38 GMT -5
"I didn't wait! I came as soon as I heard you needed help!" He cried, following.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 26, 2009 21:54:28 GMT -5
"Leave me ALONE!" *she cried, turning her back on him as she kept on walking.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 26, 2009 22:20:07 GMT -5
"Carolina, please!"
He was pleading, but those two words were the only ones he could think of to say...events were moving too quickly.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 26, 2009 22:26:56 GMT -5
"Don't...don't..." *her voice had sunk to a whisper. A desperate, trembling whisper.*
He saw. He saw everything.
*Carolina wanted to die with shame, but she didn't believe it possible. She turned her uncertain gaze to the house.*
Not the house. He's in there, somewhere.
*She bent her steps towards the stables, looking for a place to hide.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 26, 2009 22:30:44 GMT -5
Marc had stopped, unsure about whether to follow her or go into the house. He had no idea where Laurent had run off to, and what if Carolina accidentally ran into him? On the other hand...it might be best if Marc stayed away.
The ghost stood in place, unable to decide.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 26, 2009 22:39:04 GMT -5
((She gonna go try to hang herself in the stables, anyway.))
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