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Dec 23, 2005 18:26:26 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 23, 2005 18:26:26 GMT -5
Will froze where he was ... had he done something? His eyes were wide with hurt. Whatever he'd done, he was sorry.
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Dec 23, 2005 18:31:39 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 23, 2005 18:31:39 GMT -5
She exited the Medlab and practically ran down the hall, turning a corner where she stopped and leaned against the wall, raising a bandaged hand to her forehead. What an idiot she was. She just couldn't stand being that close to people, and there were all these horrible thoughts banging around in her head, confusing her. All she knew how to do was run away. Sinking to the ground, she raised one fist and brought it slamming down, her hand screaming in pain from the burns. "I am such an idiot!"
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Ta da
Dec 23, 2005 19:00:57 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 23, 2005 19:00:57 GMT -5
Will stayed there, dumbfounded and afraid to make the situation worse.
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Ta da
Dec 23, 2005 19:08:47 GMT -5
Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 23, 2005 19:08:47 GMT -5
After a moment of mentally kicking herself and after a slap to her own face hard enough to leave a mark, she regained enough composure to get up and head upstairs. Numb. Numb was good. She headed towards the kitchen, wanting to turn back but not turning back for fear of humiliating herself further and just making Will more angry at her, as she was sure he was.
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Dec 23, 2005 19:14:00 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Dec 23, 2005 19:14:00 GMT -5
Will rose finally and walked numbly back to the elevator and up the stairs.
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