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Post by Ciarda on Jun 6, 2006 17:31:22 GMT -5
Ciarda stiffened as she felt someone latch onto her leg. Oh no.
That was the last choherent thought before the onslaught of emotions that came pouring out of Damien and into her head. Anger she was used to. Sadness as well. But the chaos that exploded in her head was somthing she had never felt before, and she really didn't like it.
She doubled over and clutched her head in her hands, "Let go..." she wimpered.
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Post by Damien on Jun 6, 2006 17:35:34 GMT -5
Damien, out of suprise mostly, let her go and backed himself up against the nearest wall. He was halfway between fright and sadness because it seemed that no one ever wanted to touch him. But why would they? His touch only seemed to bring them pain.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 6, 2006 17:37:00 GMT -5
"What thae hell did ye jes do tae him?!"
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 6, 2006 17:41:31 GMT -5
"Ah dinnae do aneethin'." She mumbled, not bothering to hid her accent. Her eyes were watering but she managed to blink the feeling away as she glanced over at Damien, "Wha's his deal?" she was still breathing heavily.
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Post by Damien on Jun 6, 2006 17:47:08 GMT -5
Damien gave her a fairly sane look, "Pain" he said touching the side of his head and tilting it. "I'm sorry." A small tear slipped out from his eye and he gave her another look that was as close to sorrow as he seemed to get. "Not yours, I'm sorry."
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 6, 2006 17:50:43 GMT -5
Ciarda composed herself slightly, "Not your fault." she said quietly as she brushed her hair out of her face, leaning back and sitting on her heels.
She looked Damien over once more, "What's going on in your head?"
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Post by Stalker on Jun 6, 2006 17:53:48 GMT -5
"God oanly knows..." Colin grumbled sarcasticly.
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Post by Damien on Jun 6, 2006 17:58:16 GMT -5
Damien shrugged, "Lemurs, lemons and grapes." he said and gave her a wounded puppydog look.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 6, 2006 17:59:26 GMT -5
"Ah know ah don' know ye very well, bu' ye need tae Shu' uop!" Ciarda snapped at Colin. Her head was pounding, and it looked as though Damien had a very fragile sense of self, because he looked like a puppy who had been kicked.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 6, 2006 18:00:50 GMT -5
"Wha' thae hell did ah do?!"
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Post by Damien on Jun 6, 2006 18:02:16 GMT -5
Suddenly Damien got a little mad and in a second he was in between Colin and Ciarda, "Never yell" he growled at her. And then went back to looking like he was about to cry. "Sorrysorrysorrysorry." he muttered at her. Then with a sudden burst of speed, and probably insanity he took off down the street and around the corner.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 6, 2006 18:09:28 GMT -5
Colin growled, "Dame!" then started to chase after him.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 6, 2006 18:10:49 GMT -5
Ciarda watched Colin run off after his friend for a moment before she got to her feet and chased after them. She was partly at fault, at least, she felt she was. She had been the one yelling.
"Colin!"
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Post by Damien on Jun 6, 2006 18:17:09 GMT -5
Damien ran like hell hounds were snapping at his heels, and in his mind they very well could be. He ducked into an alley and then pulled himself up onto the fire escape and raced up to the top, having touched the thing a few times, it began to have a slightly melted look to it. Then with a look of pure horror he scurried back to the very edge of the building and curled into a sort of defensive ball on the ledge.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 6, 2006 18:20:06 GMT -5
Colin managed to keep up with him relatively well. Once Dame got to the fire escape, Colin decided it would be far easier just to climb up the side of the building, so he did. Once he got to the roof he looked around for Dame. He quickly spotted him. "Dame, wha' thae hell are ye' doin'?"
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