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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 13, 2006 13:44:33 GMT -5
"Fance, I'm not going!" Cheater stated angrily, stomping her foot on the ground in a rather childish way.
((Should we skip to the part where they come back?))
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Post by fancy on May 13, 2006 16:48:58 GMT -5
Fancy nodded at her "yes Cheater you are actually..." she began dragging her off again.
((Sure...))
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 13, 2006 18:03:25 GMT -5
About fourty minutes later, Cheater re-entered the upstairs portion of the lodging house, her eyes narrowed. "They DID stick a f(-cough-)ing needle in me!" She said angrily. "You said they wouldn't, and I'm not taking this medicine because it's stupid!"
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Post by fancy on May 13, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
Fancy shrugged and steered Cheater over to a hammock and sat her down "Cheater please don't be mad at me..." she sent a sympathetic smile over at Cheater. "Come on Cheats... it wasn't THAT bad! And you ARE taking that medicine!" she sighed and leaned back "What is up with you and Red and NOT taking medicine that is GOOD for you?!" she rolled her eyes and shook her head, leaning back. 'thought she was the one... couldn't say no... just like you...' his words came back to her. She shivered and shook them away, pulling out yet another cigarette. "Got a light?" she asked impatiently....
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 13, 2006 18:18:14 GMT -5
"Does it honestly look like I smoke?" Cheater said irritably while taking a pill and putting it into her mouth, still scowling. "And those pills aren't GOOD for me, because if they were I would've been normal two weeks after I started taking them, and that didn't happen, I'm abnormal and if I smoked I'd become addicted then I'd be SERIOUSLY messed up."
Ranting didn't help much, and she wanted to scream, or to throw things. But she thought maybe she'd just wait to see if the mad feeling passed.
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Post by fancy on May 13, 2006 19:13:31 GMT -5
Fancy gave Cheater a sort of bitchy look. "Sooooorrry!" she snapped, digging around for matches, but finding none. She sighed in frustration. "I hate this..." she dug the cigarette back in her pocket and stared at Cheater blankly ....
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 13, 2006 19:21:22 GMT -5
"Excuse me for a second." Cheater said sweetly as she exited. There was a sound of screaming, mostly curses and threats, the sound of something hitting the wall, and Cheater returned, her hair messed up a bit, but other than that she was okay, but still like a bomb: likely to go off at any moment.
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Post by fancy on May 13, 2006 22:25:07 GMT -5
Fancy listened to the screams and rolled her eyes. When Cheater re-entered she stared at her blankly "Don't be such a Drama Queen..." She snapped at her friend. Fancy was completly not Fancy now and if i were Cheater i would be worried... When Fancy was in a bad mood, watch out people.....
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 14, 2006 9:02:52 GMT -5
Remember the bomb thing? Yeah... here she went. "Fancy I am NOT being a Drama Queen! I'm ANGRY at YOU because YOU'RE being a b(-doesn't feel like cussing today-)! So for the love of all things good, DON'T say your opinion on the way I acted because I am REALLY in a bad mood today, and talking to you DIDN'T help at ALL." She yelled.
When Cheater was in a bad mood, it could get bad. She wasn't normally into punching people, but sometimes she made an exception, if she was mad enough.
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 16:09:17 GMT -5
Fancy stared at Cheater for a moment, eyebrows raised. Then she stood up and walked out the door, leaving Cheater alone in the bunk room....
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 14, 2006 16:39:25 GMT -5
"Great Cheater, ya ruined everything." She sighed and flopped back on her hammock, eyes locked on the ceiling. "Maybe I'll just go back to doing whatever I was doing."
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Post by fancy on May 15, 2006 19:25:31 GMT -5
((New Day.. well night))
Fancy lay on her hammock. Her mind was still having a hard time realizing what was going on. A war... no it couldn't be happening. War.... War... She shook her aching head and sighed. This was going to be a looooong year..... Fancy pulled the straps of her tank top (which she slpet in) up over her shoulders again, they wouldn't stay up. She shivered and stared at the ceiling, curling her legs in a ball by her chest. "Red... Cheater....Prince...Ace...Slinks..." she let a single tear drip down her cheek as she repeated each name. "Spot...." tears came and went and came and went all through the night. She was cold and hungry and had the worst head ache ever. "Spot...." she wanted him right now. She knew it was bad, but Red had left her in the worst condition possible and she was craving Spots attention... "Spot...."
'Fancy....' his hand on hers. 'yeah...' she leaned back on the crate. His laugh. His lips on hers. His breathe on her neck. 'Spot...' his eyes... Smiling at him... his hair over his eyes...
'We're gunna get caught...' 'no we ain't...'
Fancy groaned and turned over, sprawling herself out as much as possible. Her back ached now from all the curling and un-curling of her body. "no..." she moaned over and over.... "I shouldn't have done that..." she scolded herself quietly. A great pain hit her head and she sat up quickly. She looked around to see everyone sleeping peacfully on there bunks. She pushed the blankets back off of her and climbed off her hammock. A sudden chill of the night swept past her and she shivered, but she wouldn't go back. She made her way to the door, her bare legs and arms freezing. She took hold of the door knob and turned, not daring a glance behind her she opened the door, maybe no one would notice she was gone....
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 13:25:05 GMT -5
"Where are you going?" Ace asked from where he leaned on the wall, arms crossed and eyes covered by a fringe of black hair. "Its a little late to be sneakin around, and a little undressed to walk around in the cold."
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 17:34:25 GMT -5
Fancy gasped and turned around. 'Gosh darnnit ACE!' she thought angrily. She folded her arms in a mock image of him and stared at him. "It's not really your buisness is it?!" she snapped, pain running through her head. He wasn't making this easy for her. She moved herself so that she could run if she had to. She WAS going to get out of here.....
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 17:36:35 GMT -5
"Why dont you just sit and talk to me before you go running away?" He murmurred. "I am heah to help you, not merely to play baby-sitter."
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