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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 0:47:57 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 0:47:57 GMT -5
Oh God. Oh my God. *She managed to roll herself off him awkwardly, landing on her back on the roof and closing her eyes tightly.* Oh my God.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 0:51:53 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 0:51:53 GMT -5
*Gatsby got to his knees and looked at her with wretched concern, slipping his cold hands to cup her face and brace her neck, in case she had injured herself.*
"...are you alright? Does anything hurt?"
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 0:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 0:54:46 GMT -5
*Her silvery eyes flew open.* I'm fine, sir, thank you- thanks to you, I should say...and thank you.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 0:56:26 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 0:56:26 GMT -5
*Gatsby drew back.*
"Thanks to me you were nearly killed," *he said bitterly.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 0:57:43 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 0:57:43 GMT -5
*She sat up slowly, smoothing her long, wet hair out of her face.* Yes, well, I guess I shouldn't've punched you.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:05:42 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:05:42 GMT -5
"No...no," *he said gruffly.* "My behaviour was inexcusable."
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:07:54 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:07:54 GMT -5
I still shouldn't've punched you, it's, uh, not polite or nice or...or anything. Is your face ok? The last guy I punched got a broken nose. Are you still intact?
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:14:51 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:14:51 GMT -5
My eyeball feels like it's going to leak out of my skull.
"I'm fine," *he said with a pained attempt at a smile.* "In any case I did everything to merit YOU throwing ME off of this roof."
*He helped her to her feet and turned away.*
"...would that you had," *he muttered under his breath.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:17:21 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:17:21 GMT -5
Well, I was trying to have that not happen... *She brushed her hair out of her eyes, smoothing the skirt of her long black dress- which, thanks to the rain, was clinging rather more tightly than usual to her slim body.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:19:37 GMT -5
"...what interest is my life to you, a stranger?"
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:21:47 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:21:47 GMT -5
We all only have one life. I'd hate to see you waste your one chance by hurling yourself off the roof. There's always second chances with love, and work, and money, and everything that makes us miserable- but we don't get another chance if we're splattered on the pavement. Although this is the 'verse, so everyone can come back, but whatever.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:23:28 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:23:28 GMT -5
"...I've had my second chance...and it is gone, now. There will be no third."
Daisy... *his mind and heart still cried out for her no matter how he now knew she was deceitful and had ultimately chosen Tom over him.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:24:28 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:24:28 GMT -5
Then you should take a first chance with something new.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:29:48 GMT -5
*He chuckled bitterly.*
"It has been so many years...I would not know where to begin."
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:30:21 GMT -5
At the beginning, of course.
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