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Post by Phoenix on Jun 3, 2006 19:07:09 GMT -5
Withdrawing her astral self from John's mind, Jean slipped back into her body, mind buzzing as she processed all the information she had just recieved. Well, it was something. A very small something, almost insignificant, but something. Looking to John, she raised her eyebrows. "You alright?" She questioned. Sometimes having someone sift through your memories could be a bit unnerving.
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Post by John Doe on Jun 3, 2006 23:18:09 GMT -5
John looked disturbed. Thinking about this had brought him to remember things that would happen to him later. He felt like he was going to be sick. He glanced at Jean, "Yeah... I'm fine."
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 4, 2006 21:04:50 GMT -5
"You're lying." Jean said simply, emereld eyes catching his gaze. "You're not fine. But you will be." Standing, she rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms above her head, murmering under her breath, "We'll all be fine." Adding, louder so Hohn could hear, "But it's late. And I have to compulsion to sleep tonight. We'll work on this more, maybe... tomorrow?"
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Post by John Doe on Jun 10, 2006 14:53:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure..." John said a little apprehencively. He got up to leave, but paused in the doorway. He didn't turn to face Jean as he spoke, "It's one thing to know the notes. It's another to feel them like... they know you, like something from before peircing through... a memory... a begining... a place to start." He paused again, now turning to face her, the destress clear in his eyes, "My Funny Valentine by Rogers and Hart... Had I played it in a high school piano recital? Something I danced to at a college formal? No idea..." There was a long paused as John's words soaked in. It seemed no matter how hard he tried he never got any closer to his past. Once again he turned to leave, "I should... probably go."
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 6, 2006 2:38:49 GMT -5
Once he had finished speaking, Jean haivng nodded in the appropriate places, understanding. "If that's what you want." Jean smiled wearily once more. "You're always welcome here, John. We always have a spare bed somewhere."
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Post by John Doe on Aug 8, 2006 12:10:00 GMT -5
"Did you know that 234,783 dogs are reported missing every year? Figure most find a new home somewhere else. The question is after a while do they remember being lost in the first place?" John couldn't understand. Why was he having so much trouble leaving this place?
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 14, 2006 21:48:04 GMT -5
"Does it really matter, as long as they're happy?" Jean offered gently, tilting her head one way and brushing her hair back with a lazy motion.
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Post by John Doe on Aug 14, 2006 23:10:53 GMT -5
"Yeah... I guess you're right..." John said quietly.
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