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Post by fancy on Jun 16, 2006 21:23:40 GMT -5
Fancy sighed and touched the skin beside his eye lightly. "Your gunna be fine Skitts..." She smiled. "If anything... i think they'd feel sorry for you... and if you can't sell i'll give ya my money... cause i got ya into this mess..." she shook her head. "And i'm sorry... i truley am... you shouldn't have come back... all Spot would have done was hit me and let me go..."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 18, 2006 19:11:14 GMT -5
"sorry for me? Ha! Maybe if i was six years younger..." He snorted and thrust his hands in his pockets. "You don't need ta be sorry Fancy. I came back cause I would 'ave felt lousy if Spot hurt ya. He shouldn't raise a hand at ya no matter what you do ta him. Boys don't hit girls- I jus' lost a lot of respect for the runt." Sure Skittery was a little rough around the edges at times but he was a big softy deep down. He sighed, "He shouldn't of gotten that slap in or dropped ya..." He felt guilty for a few reasons -He left, got wrapped up in the fight, and though he tried to push it out of his mind he did blame Fancy for the ordeal.
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Post by fancy on Jun 18, 2006 20:23:32 GMT -5
Fancy shrugged. "He's not the guy i used to know... things have gotten so bad between us... i feel like i need to do something, but everytime i try and be nice he gets all angry with me." she felt that swell of emotion inside her. "It seems like all we ever do now is try and cause eachother as much physical pain as possible. I mean we exchange about ten words a week and there always those hurtful ones. The ones that make you want to hold a match to your arm and cry the pain away..." she glanced briefly down at hr burnt arm and pulled her sleeve down lower on her arm. "I wish i knew him... i thought i did... but ever since Red and I..." she shuddered. "I don't know anymore Skitts... I just pray that you and Drift have a better relationship then Spot and i had..."
'I'll never leave you Fancy...' he's soft voice told her. 'I love you Spot...' she whispered back.
"I really really do..."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 18, 2006 21:14:21 GMT -5
Skittery raised an eyebrow at her and searched for a cigarette (forgetting he had Snoddy's pants on...) but of course there were none. "Yer jus' complicated." He took a long pause before saying anything else, trying to formulate things right. "He an' Red are like brothers, right there is trouble everyone could see. A girl commin' between best friends..." He sighed and looked at her hard. "Stay away from him. It don't look like he wants anythin good for ya. An' he obviously dosent make ya do good things to yourself..." He glanced at her arm with a snort showing his irritation and that he caught on to the self mutilation.
He looked away then began again, not giving her a chance to butt in. "Me an' Drifter...it ain't been too long yet so I don't know where dats goin'..."He shrugged. He hoped things worked out for them too and that Drifter's past wasnt as dramatic as Fancy's...
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Post by fancy on Jun 19, 2006 8:45:25 GMT -5
Fancy stared at him. "You know you've got a real attitude there Skittery..." She commented. "And for your information, Spot and I don't hate eachother cause we're fighting over Red..." she shook her head and stared at him, a kind of hard determination in her eyes. "Not at all..." she sighed heavily and looked away. Skittery was just as difficult to deal with as an adolecent girl.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 19, 2006 19:16:39 GMT -5
He wrinkled up his face, always a little touchy when people commented on his not-so-sunny disposition. “You ain’t one ta talk either!” He crossed his arms over his chest like a stubborn child. “I don’t know yer complicated problems an’ I don’t care ta! Thanks for tryin’ ta help me back dere and you’re welcome for da help I gave you – even if ya didn’t want it.” His dramatic side came out full force and he turned away with a gruff snort. She was getting to him – his temper was shorter than normal thanks to his newly found injuries.
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Post by fancy on Jun 19, 2006 19:21:32 GMT -5
Fancy screeched at him and gave him a right good shove, before stalking off.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 19, 2006 23:55:32 GMT -5
Skitt stumbled back a few steps and just sneered at her - moodly girl. "Fine. See ya later Fancy." He huffed as she walked away. He started off, in a different direction just to stay away from her. A few minutes later he just shook his head, it really was obsurd - the whole day- too bad it ended in an argument. He shrugged it off, deciding not to care. He'd see her soon enough.
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Post by dusty on Jun 27, 2006 23:20:22 GMT -5
((New Day))
It had been almost a month since Rex's death and Dusty still didn't have enough courage to talk to Avalanche. She wandered through the park feeling terrible. It hurt her to know that she had took the life of another, but it also calmed her to know that Rex was dead and gone... for good.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 27, 2006 23:54:12 GMT -5
Avalanche was wondering around. He was off work, and didn't feel like going home, so here he was! He wasn't looking for anyone or anything in particular he was just walking. He barely even saw Dusty before he was right infront of her.
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Post by dusty on Jun 28, 2006 0:00:33 GMT -5
Dusty smacked straight into him. "Oh, um sorry..." she stuttered, her eyes shifting away uncomfortably.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 28, 2006 0:03:04 GMT -5
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was-" he stopped in mid sentance. "Well... hello there Miss Dusty," he said with a smile to her. "It's been a while."
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Post by dusty on Jun 28, 2006 8:51:50 GMT -5
She looked up at him with a small smile. "Morning Lanche..." she said quietly, before staring at her feet."And yes... haven't seen you for a while..." This whole situation was making her slightly uncomfortable, he probably thought that she was some kind of murderer or something. She wanted to run away crying, as she always did when she got nervous, but as usualy, she contained it and just kicked at the dirt with her foot.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 28, 2006 19:28:54 GMT -5
It was as though Avalanche could read her mind. Well, at that point it wasn't exactly a challenge to figure out what she was thinking about. "How have you been?" he asked, as though nothing had ever happed that could make them feel awkward together.
That was how he dealt with things. He... hid. That's part of the reason he acts like he does. He figures with a smile, and a bit of charm he can forget about the bad things that happened. Well, he never forgets, which is clear in his actions, but he doesn't want to remember either, so he keeps his bad memories hidden from everyone. It's the only thing that he doesn't let many people see. Other than that... it's rather easy to read him, just look at his eyes.
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Post by dusty on Jun 29, 2006 9:22:07 GMT -5
"Umm.... i dunno... fine.." she stammered quickly through her words, still staring at the earth beneath her feet. She shivered as a chilly wind rushed past them. "How about you?" she said in little more than a whisper. She dared a glance at his eyes. Thats what i thought... "Look... i'm sorry.... i'm just sorry... for..everything..." she finally caved and let it all out. "I really wish you didn't have to meet him and that he didn't hurt you and that you didn't have to see me kill him and that you never had to see me again..." she had been avoiding him, thinking it was for the best. Everytime someone mentioned his whereabouts, she would smiled and nodded then take off in the opposite direction.
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