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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 0:27:38 GMT -5
John moved to her side "Lost, Lost darling are you all right?"
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 0:44:15 GMT -5
*Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes as she cursed at herself for spoiling such a nice meal. She frowned at her lap, wondering if she could ever be normal enough to share a simple meal with another human being. She wanted to scream at the rest of them that it didn't matter what he'd done, that he was trying to atone. But not surprisingly, dead people aren't necessarily the most compassionate.
As they returned, she looked up just as a tear escaped and trickled over her pale cheek and past the remnants of spaghetti sauce. Her eyes pleaded, though whether for forgiveness or escape was unclear. Perhaps it was a bit of both.*
"I...I..." *She could feel the sobs threatening in her chest and she fought to keep them down, shaking her head in frustration at herself.*
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 0:53:45 GMT -5
John got it, he understood.
Grabbing hold of her arms "Come now, lets get you to bed."
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 0:59:30 GMT -5
*The girl stood without questioning, leaning to steady herself against John. She did this. It was her fault that Mr. Dawson would never reach out again. Why had she let this happen?
Even as they started towards her room, she forced her red-rimmed gaze back to Vincent, wondering if he could ever forgive her. She needed to see him, needed some hope that in time everything could be put right, one way or another.*
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Post by Vincent Dawson on Mar 17, 2011 1:16:22 GMT -5
He stared at her, confused and sad, it couldn't have been the food- it had to be him.
He sat down at the table and sighed.
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 1:17:30 GMT -5
John helped her up the stairs to her room, and laid her on the bed.
Kneeling beside her, he sighed "Vincent has, quite a lot of ghosts with him, doesn't he?"
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 1:33:33 GMT -5
*As their eyes met, new tears came, but at least there wasn't sobbing. As John helped her to bed, she calmed some. At his question, her lips tightened. All she could do for a moment was nod weakly.
She finally found her voice, soft and cautious the tears might return.*
"I just...I want to be able to enjoy...his company." *She confessed sadly.* "But I don't know how. They...they're so angry." *Her frown returned and she looked to her lap in despair.*
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 2:17:40 GMT -5
John nodded "Marie sensed it before even I did, he seems quite legit in wanting to change his ways however. I can only imagine just what he's done."
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 2:25:35 GMT -5
*The girl's gaze shifted askew. She knew. Well, not exact details, but she had seen...such horrible things. She shut her eyes, as if she could push them away.*
"But...you really think he wants redemption, don't you?" *Her meek voice squeaked.*
"I feel...deep down, he does. But I..."
*Her eyes glistened as she opened them to find John's.*
"How can I be with him if they're always..." *Her lips purses as she reformed the words.*
"Around him. I just...I want to help him." Save him.
"But...they won't let me."
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 2:59:45 GMT -5
He took her hands in to his "Are they still speaking to you?"
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 3:04:36 GMT -5
*The girl swallowed, daring to glance around the room. But there was only the two of them. Her jaw tightened briefly and she shook her head.*
"I think they're all still down there with him." *A sudden look of worry crossed her face. She started to speak, shut her mouth and then started again.*
"He'll never forgive me." *She whispered sadly. How could he?* "What he must think..."
*This is why she could never have someone, she reminded herself.*
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2011 20:48:11 GMT -5
"I think Vincent's more concerned about you right now then he is being upset. He seemed very worried as we walked up the stairs, I imagine it'll be fine, I'll- speak to him if you'd like. I wont tell him your secret of course, but I'll speak to him."
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Post by Lost on Mar 17, 2011 22:30:35 GMT -5
"You...you would do that for me?" *The girl seemed genuinely surprised. It just never occurred to her that either of them might be so...accommodating. Maybe things could be alright? The smallest part of her began to hope.*
"I mean...it would mean a lot to me...I just don't want him to..." *She shook her head in frustration.*
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 23, 2011 15:36:11 GMT -5
John sighed and shh'd her "You just close your eyes and take a nap, I've got no problem talking to Vincent" standing up with a smile he headed toward the door "everythings going to be fine, honestly
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Post by Lost on Mar 23, 2011 16:16:40 GMT -5
*The girl was soothed by his gentle voice and pulled the covers up over her. A nap did sound pretty good. She still wasn't quite sure how it would all work out, but John had a way of making things do so. She just had to trust him. Pursing her lips briefly, she called out as he reached the door.*
"Thank you, John. For everything." *With that she curled up and tried to get some rest.*
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