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Jan 24, 2007 20:31:06 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 24, 2007 20:31:06 GMT -5
*wanders in and begins opening cupboard doors, in search of something to eat but knowing that nothing in the room could possibly fill up the empty hole in her heart*
((Good Lord, I can't believe I just typed that. *goes to wash the wangst off*))
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Jan 24, 2007 20:41:56 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 24, 2007 20:41:56 GMT -5
*Nadir watched from the darkened corner where he sat, nursing a hangover and an aching heart with a jar of gingerbread cookies. He started as he saw Bonnie-Marie come in, cookie clenched between his teeth, his hands holding tightly the crockery jar.*
"Bmm-Mmmee," he mumbled softly.*
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Jan 24, 2007 20:46:13 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 24, 2007 20:46:13 GMT -5
*whips around to face the source of the strange sound and hangs her head in defeat upon discovering who's watching her*
Oh, you! I don't want to deal with you right now...
*whines and heads toward the door*
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Jan 24, 2007 21:23:31 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 24, 2007 21:23:31 GMT -5
*Takes the cookie out of his mouth and offers her the jar.*
"Cookie?" *he asked, not wanting to be left alone again, with only his darkest thoughts to dwell upon.*
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Jan 24, 2007 22:29:47 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 24, 2007 22:29:47 GMT -5
*tries to look angrily at him, but is too exhausted by the weight of the world resting on her tiny shoulders to do much more than grimace momentarilly before sinking into a chair that is conveniently right next to the door and directly opposite Nadir*
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Jan 25, 2007 12:35:04 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 25, 2007 12:35:04 GMT -5
*Nadir chewed and swallowed before speaking, hesitantly.* "It's been some time since..." *he broke off, tried to begin again.* "I feel I owe you an apology..."
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Jan 26, 2007 0:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 26, 2007 0:41:55 GMT -5
*stares at him rather blankly, not bothering to summon even the strength it would take to alter her expression ((technical term: Emmy-ing))*
I feel you do as well.
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Jan 26, 2007 15:23:31 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 26, 2007 15:23:31 GMT -5
*Nadir smiled gently, wistfully, at this.*
"We always were good friends, wouldn't you agree?"
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Jan 26, 2007 16:04:53 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 26, 2007 16:04:53 GMT -5
Not really.
*seems lost in her thoughts and doesn't respond for a few moments, then suddenly bursts into tears and puts her head in her hands*
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Jan 26, 2007 16:08:03 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 26, 2007 16:08:03 GMT -5
*Nadir put down the cookie jar and went to Bonnie-Marie, but stood rather helplessly in front of her.* "Is there anything I can do to help you?" *he asked quizically.*
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Jan 26, 2007 16:10:03 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 26, 2007 16:10:03 GMT -5
No! Nothing!
*continues sobbing*
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Jan 26, 2007 16:13:13 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 26, 2007 16:13:13 GMT -5
"Oh," *said Nadir, half to himself, as he nodded. "Right." *He took another two cookies from the jar and went to the door to leave.*
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Jan 26, 2007 16:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 26, 2007 16:15:18 GMT -5
*drops her hands, revealing her very red and puffy eyes*
YOU'RE LEAVING ME? NOW??? AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME YOU STILL DON'T CARE???
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Jan 26, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Jan 26, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
*Nadir turned back, only raising an eyebrow at her.*
"You said I can do nothing to help you. To have you merely relate these hopeless problems to me will only deepen your despair and make me feel worse for being unable to aid you. 'Tis best I leave you to your grief, then."
*His eyes darkened.*
"Our sorrows are private--or should be."
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Jan 26, 2007 16:23:13 GMT -5
Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jan 26, 2007 16:23:13 GMT -5
No! NO! that's not how it works! Don't you know how it works??
*stares at him slightly psychotically, as if everyone in the world knows "how it works" except for him*
You're supposed to ask me if you can help, I say no, but then you're supposed to ask me again and I'll tell you that time! You're not supposed to leave after the second time! That's not how it works! Didn't anyone ever tell you that?
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