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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 14:28:57 GMT -5
*Maleficas black raven Abraxas flies into the room*
"You must breath air down her lungs. Don't be afraid, she has a heart of gold."
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:34:59 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby stared at the bird for a moment.*
"Ain't worried about her heart," *he muttered, but tried to recall Health class and knelt to do as the raven had said. He only dimly recalled what to do--he hoped it would serve.*
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 14:39:21 GMT -5
*Abraxas looked at the big, strong man. He looked kind. Abraxas decided to encourage him*
"Go on" he said. "You can do it. All you have to do is place your lips over hers and breeth. Don't be afraid of the flames..."
*remembering* "OH MY GOD, THE FLAMES! If they go out she will die! Breath, man! Breath!"
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:44:44 GMT -5
*Blinking once, Cry-Baby did was the bird said, closing his mouth over the green woman's--he'd think about that later--and breathing.*
Come on, *he thought.* Dunno what I'll do with you if you die.
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 14:51:27 GMT -5
*Slowly Malefica took a long deep breath. Then another one. She tried to open her eyes.*
"Oh, my head!" *she whispered faintly* "Wh-Where am I?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:58:15 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby scooted back, watching her.*
"The Opera," *he said, feeling relief at her recovery.* "Some jerk hurt you. I knifed him and he ran off."
*When he said it, he remembered his shoulder, which now that he looked was still bleeding.*
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 15:04:31 GMT -5
*Malefica relaxed when she heard about her attacker being gone. She felt safe in this big, strong mans arms.*
"Thank you". *She whispered. Her witch-senses told her that her rescuer was hurt.* "You are hurt as well. Take my wand and hold the crystal handle against your wound. It will heal faster that way."
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 15:14:29 GMT -5
((Johnny Depp's not that big. )) *Cry-Baby stared at her.* "Um. Okay." *He'd heard weirder things, and he figured green broads with flames around them were the kind of people you shouldn't cross. He held the wand up to his shoulder--there was a tingling, a burning, then it was gone. So was the pain, even though the cut remained. He realized he was shirtless, too.* "So. You're alive."
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 15:19:30 GMT -5
*For the first time she opened her eyes and looked at her rescuer. He looked kind. She liked his face. A man like him had to be popular with the girls. She knew how men turned away in horror when they looked at her. Sadly she knew she would never feel how it felt to be loved.*
"Please don't be afraid of me you as well." she whispered. "I can't take more hatred right now."
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 15:22:51 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby raised an eyebrow. He really wanted a cigarette.*
"Don't hate you," *he grunted.* "Just saved your life, didn't I?"
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 15:28:02 GMT -5
*I owe you thanks, both for saving my life and for not hating me. I have never met anything but hate." *She read his mind and smiled.* "You'll find a cigarette in my left skirt pocket." *she said softly.*
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 15:33:13 GMT -5
*Abraxas saw the young mans hezitation.*
"Come on, take one" *he said* "Or do you want me to get one for you?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 15:34:06 GMT -5
"I don't like to hate folks until they've done somethin' to me," *he said.* "So far, you're just green and weird."
*He eyed her askance.*
"I didn't say nothin' about a cigarette."
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 15:41:18 GMT -5
*Malefica sighed with relief. Being concidered green and weird felt much better than being hated.*
"Forgive me," *she whispered, and turned her head away, knowing this could cost her his friendship. This was the point where all people had started hating her.* "I read your mind. You see... I am a witch." *A tear fell down her cheek. She expected him to throw her in the wall in fury and leave the room in a rage, like all the others.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 15:57:49 GMT -5
*Now he really needed a cigarette. Cry-Baby stood up and started pacing, drawing a cigarette out of his own pocket and lighting up.*
"Y'see, I met other people here with powers. So, with the flames an' everything, it ain't much of a surprise. But I guess I gotta ask--witches are usually bad, ain't they?"
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