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Nov 13, 2005 12:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Nov 13, 2005 12:57:42 GMT -5
Amy opened her eyes as Will carried her into the Medlab, her eyes stinging because of the flourecent lights at first. She felt a little better, but she still felt incredibly weak, drained, like she needed to sleep for a decade or so. She felt herself being placed on some sort of bed/table, as she attempted to turn her head. "Will? Did you just blow something up?"
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Nov 13, 2005 20:51:53 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Nov 13, 2005 20:51:53 GMT -5
"Well, more of ripped apart... the bomb did the blowing up" he muttered as he got out some burn salve.
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Nov 14, 2005 17:28:45 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Nov 14, 2005 17:28:45 GMT -5
Managing to half sit up, sort of lying on her side, she held out her burned hands in front of her to take in the damage. "Oh dear." She murmered. "What an idiot I am. Shouldn't have touched..." She still seemed to be in slight shock. "Ouch. Nasty."
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Nov 14, 2005 18:37:36 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Nov 14, 2005 18:37:36 GMT -5
"It'd be really to have Logan's power now, wouldn't it?" he muttered, applying the ointment gently
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Dec 16, 2005 19:02:05 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 16, 2005 19:02:05 GMT -5
Amy looked upwards and blew her bangs out of her eyes, looking around the medical center, trying to ignore the throbbing of her hands, and getting her thoughts in order. As he was finishing up she caught hs gaze and smiled a sheepish smile. "Thanks. For everything. You know, catching me and whatnot... I mean, I sorta drug you into one big mess. So thanks."
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Dec 17, 2005 1:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 17, 2005 1:35:02 GMT -5
"Dragged, not drug. And I'm used to messes, I'm not the most.... tactful, composed person..." he replied, trying to find a reason to remove any guilt from her.
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Dec 18, 2005 1:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 18, 2005 1:55:37 GMT -5
At first she looked disbelieving, as this was most certainly her fault and if he couldn't see that he was crazy. "You are far more... composed than I am." She said, throwing one last angry look at her hands, which were now being bandaged. Then she looked a bit pleased. "Well, then, maybe we should have adventures like this more often. With less painful, destructive consequences."
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Dec 18, 2005 2:07:36 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 18, 2005 2:07:36 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be opposed to that" he replied quietly
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Dec 19, 2005 15:49:58 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 19, 2005 15:49:58 GMT -5
"Oh, er.. Um. Ahem." She said in a small voice, suddenly very flustered. "Yes." Sitting up completely she surveyed her hands. "You're good at that. I guess you do the whole 'rescue the damsel in distress' thing often?"
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Dec 19, 2005 17:35:14 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 19, 2005 17:35:14 GMT -5
"Define often." He replied, looking at her with a very calm expression.
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Dec 21, 2005 5:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 21, 2005 5:22:51 GMT -5
William's 'composure' and all around calmness only seemed to make Amethyst more flustered, and she began to babble incoherently a bit, which sounded alot like 'Dindamean...Ijustthoughtmaybe-I didn'meananythin'by..' before she realized she was only digging herself a deeper hole, firmly shut her mouth, placed her hands in her lap and hung her head.
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Dec 21, 2005 7:44:40 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 21, 2005 7:44:40 GMT -5
Will grinned, amazed to see such panic over such a small thing. He lifted her chin with his hand. "You're a goof, you know that?"
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Dec 23, 2005 4:54:01 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 23, 2005 4:54:01 GMT -5
Seeing his grin Amethyst returned it with a shaky smile of her own. "Goof? I think I like the sound of that." She said quietly, cheeks still tinted pink, as she sat very still, hoping that maybe if she didn't move he wouldn't remove his hand. It was quite pathetic, actually.
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Dec 23, 2005 7:53:53 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 23, 2005 7:53:53 GMT -5
Will's mindset was similar. If she didn't move he had a reason to keep his hand there. "Good, because it means something special."
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Dec 23, 2005 15:51:06 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 23, 2005 15:51:06 GMT -5
Silence. About 30 seconds ticked by, and she didn't move, and Will didn't move, and her mind was screaming at her to say something at least semi-intelligent, but she was totally lost. Come on. Move. Look away. And she did, nearly leaping off the examination table and walking quickly towards the door, looking distressed. Thought process failing. Run away.
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