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Post by vox on Nov 20, 2006 23:59:13 GMT -5
*Tristessa shivered and gazed upwards at the heavens before casting her glance at her feet, where recent rainfall had made the roof a silvery landscape spotted with puddles. She knelt by a clear puddle of rainwater and as the wind rose, she gazed sadly at her reflection and touched the surface gently, causing the glassy water to ripple and distort her face.* Who am I?
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 21, 2006 0:01:39 GMT -5
((I love that song...))
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Post by Christian on Nov 21, 2006 21:43:31 GMT -5
Christian climbed the last few steps to the roof and stood just outside the doorway. A cold wind was blowing and rain had begun to fall again. He watched Tristessa bend down and look at her reflection in a rain puddle. "Poor Tristessa... God, what have I done?" he whispered.
The rain grew heavier and soon both Christian and Tristessa were soaked.
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Post by vox on Nov 21, 2006 22:12:55 GMT -5
*Tristessa's own silence had attuned her to sound even more. Hearing movement, she snapped her gaze to the doorway and saw Christian. She gasped slightly and scrambled to her feet with surprise. She pressed her lips into a thin line and two tears rolled down her cheeks.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 21, 2006 22:25:45 GMT -5
Christian held out a hand to Tristessa. "Don't be afraid," he told her.
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Post by vox on Nov 21, 2006 22:27:52 GMT -5
*Tristessa's lips moved.* I'm sorry... *Her hand flew to her creamy throat and a look of great remorse darkened her eyes.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 21, 2006 22:30:45 GMT -5
Somehow Christian understood with Tristessa was trying to say. He understood that she was doing her best to remember.
"It's okay," he said. Christian walked to her and pulled her in a tight embrace.
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Post by Sydney on Nov 21, 2006 22:32:17 GMT -5
((That's hot. XD))
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Post by vox on Nov 21, 2006 22:38:14 GMT -5
*Tristessa sobbed into Christian's shoulder, her cold, thin hands gripping his arms as though he were a safe harbour from the storm of her half-memories in the vast, glassy, fog-shrouded sea of her past.*
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 21, 2006 22:38:53 GMT -5
*wanders towards the roof*
((Oh no, now I HAVE to send Paris by to say something.))
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Post by Christian on Nov 21, 2006 22:40:10 GMT -5
((Yeah, Paris Hilton style! )) "It's okay; I'm here." Christian stroked Tristessa's hair.
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Post by paris on Nov 21, 2006 22:41:26 GMT -5
*walks by* ...Dude. That's hot. *walks away*
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Post by vox on Nov 21, 2006 22:43:44 GMT -5
*Tristessa's sobs slowed and came to a gradual end. She raised a hand to wipe at her damp eyes, her long lashes spiked into a dark wet fringe. Swallowing her tears, she began to realize what she'd done and she bit back some regret as she tried to push herself away from Christian.*
((Bus is almost here guys. Back later--about 45-60 minutes?.))
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Post by Christian on Nov 21, 2006 22:51:23 GMT -5
Christian's heart nearly broke as Tristessa tried to tear herself from him. He held her closer. "Don't leave me this way..." he sung.
((all righty. see ya later!))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 21, 2006 22:55:40 GMT -5
((See you then!)) *gets closer to the roof*
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