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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 16, 2006 18:00:45 GMT -5
Cheater, who was half asleep, stumbled up the stairs, finally opening the door, mumbling a soft 'good night' to the two who were still awake and falling uncerimoniously on a hammock... that didn't belong to her.
After a breif scuffle, she plopped down in her own bunk and promptly closed her eyes, now unable to sleep. You should've stayed downstairs... But something was bugging her...
"Fancy, are you okay?" She mumbled suddenly, opening one eye and yawning.
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 18:03:04 GMT -5
Fancy looked back at her. Then back at Ace. "I'm fine.... I just need to do something..." she moved towards the door again, her eyes set on Ace's.....
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 18:04:12 GMT -5
He moved over just a bit, not blocking her, per se... "Where are ya goin?" He asked, his voice still calm.
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 18:05:42 GMT -5
Fancy looked down at her shoes for a moment then met Ace's glance again. She shivered and leaned against the door slightly "I need him..." she whispered.....
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 18:06:35 GMT -5
"You need to stay here." He reached out and touched her shoulder, "You need to get some rest and then you can go see Red. This is killing the both of you."
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 16, 2006 18:07:41 GMT -5
Cheater studied Fancy's face for a moment and raised her eyebrows. "Him? As in..." of course, she wasn't going to finish the sentance, or the end would have been 'someone who isn't Red'. But seeing as Ace was here, and she didn't want to get Fancy in trouble...
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 18:08:20 GMT -5
She moved away from his touch, unable to bare it. "No Ace... i need him now..." she felt herself crying again. "And it scares me..."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 18:09:40 GMT -5
He hesitated, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was a leader, he was supposed to be able to help his kids. And in the end...
Moving away from the door he turned his head away, "Go." He murmurred.
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 18:11:29 GMT -5
Fancy smiled sadly at him and turned towards the door. "Will you come with me Ace?" she asked quietly. She was, of course, to afraid to go through Hattan alone.....
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 16, 2006 18:17:21 GMT -5
He looked over at her and nodded, "Come on, honey." He looked at Cheater and nodded before he helped Fancy out.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 16, 2006 18:18:47 GMT -5
Cheater nodded back, and quickly dashed out the door, wanting to think a few things over. Even if she was back on the pills, she was still walking around every night, unable to sleep in a room full of people.
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Post by lucks on May 17, 2006 18:11:10 GMT -5
Lucks walked into the room, startled as everyone left. She sighed and walked over to her bed. Nothing to do, nothing to do. She groaned. Then she fell backwards onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She sighed.
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Post by fancy on Jun 2, 2006 9:18:10 GMT -5
((New Night))
Fancy stumbled up the stairs, crying as usual. She wanted more than anything to get drunk and forget it all, but she knew better considering her current condition. She threw herself onto her hammock and pulled the blankets over her head. She curled herself into a ball and held her arms tightly around her. She sobbed and sobbed until there was nothing but regret and guilt left swimming inside her brain. She hated herself. HATED herself for hurting the most important person in the world to her. 'Consider this over Fancy...' she was to tired and upset to make sense of what he was meaning, but the one thing she did know, was that she didn't diserve him, or anybody for that matter. In her eyes, she didn't diserve life, but she wasn't going to take her life and not give her unborn child a chance in the world. She would be miserable until the day she died, and she knew it.
Fancy lay in there in bed for a total of two days, not talking to anyone or answering the questions her concerned friends brought forth. She would just mutter something that they couldn't even begin to decipher and rolled away. She hadn't dared bringher head above the blankets and was as hungry as a wild boar. She wouldn't let herself eat, she didn't diserve it. She told herself over and over again that once her child was born, her pain would be over. Would her child even have a father? Yes. Fancy knew that no matter how much he hated her, Red would still take care of his children. Would her children hate her the way he did? To this she had no answer. Time would tell.
His words swam in her head, day in and day out. 'Consider this over, Fancy'...'consider this...'....'over...' Fancy wouldn't let herself cry, she knew it was weakness in his eyes. By now Fancy's health was steadily decreasing and her brain began to shut down slowly. All she could think about was her depression and hate for herself. On the sixth day that she had been laying there, Fancy could no longer feel emotion. The only thing she felt was numbness. Fancy finally dug up enough courage to sit up and embrace the daylight. It stung at her eyes, as if she had never seen it before. Digging into her bag, which lay beside her hammock, she pulled out a book of matches, lit one and held it to her skin. She felt the seering hot pain flash across her arm. She winced, but it made her feel alive. Blowing it out, she dropped it on the floor and retreated back beneath the blankets.
Burning herself became a ritual, it started as once every couple days and increased to once a day. The burning made Fancy realize that she was, in fact, still alive. It had been around two weeks now and no one had been able to get through to Fancy, not even her closest friends. She wouldn't talk, not until her pain was gone....
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Post by dazzle on Jun 2, 2006 9:51:52 GMT -5
Dazzle hadn't seen Avalanche in a week or so and she was getting worried. She had been watching Prince and hadn't seen him come to talk to her and she remembered that he had seemed as though he new Fancy, so she had decided to go and find him. Dazzle hadn't seen anyone in the whole of the apartment, so went upstairs to investigate.
What she found was horrifying. Fancy had a match to her arm. Her arm was full of red welts and she was burning herself as it seemed yet again. Dazzle didn't care if she got in trouble or not for being here, she was glad now. Hopefully she could help Fancy out, even if she didn't want her help.
Dazzle walked out from where she had been standing in the shadows of the door. Fancy didn't notice her until she began to talk. "Hiya Fancy. Whatcha ya doin'?" Dazzle asked as she watched Fancy jump.
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Post by fancy on Jun 2, 2006 10:38:23 GMT -5
Fancy jumped about a foot in the air, burning her fingers on the match. She quickly blew it out and dropped it onto the ever growing pile of matches. She groaned and flopped back on the hammock. "Does it matter?" she growled, drawing the blankets about herself. The burns on her arm seered in pain and Fancy smiled, actually smiled. The pain turned into pleasure as she felt it burn its way through her skin. Fancy turned her back on Dazzle. Those were the first three words she had spoken to anyone in the past two and a half weeks.
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