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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 19:44:57 GMT
"Oh right, do you know her enough to be able to tell me what she's like?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 19:51:37 GMT
"Well, she's pretty decent. Kind, she stopped to talk to me after all. Pretty loyal going by how she turned up to the rescue in the forest...Got a level head on her too, it seems."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 19:56:42 GMT
I smile to myself "Good old Izzy." I grin
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 19:59:30 GMT
"Yeah, she's a nice girl." I say honestly.
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:08:37 GMT
"What's this Ricky person like?" I ask
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:10:06 GMT
"I don't know him very well. I only met him once or twice. He was very worried about her though, when she was hurt."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:14:15 GMT
"Hurt? When was she hurt? How?" I ask urgently, getting worried myself.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:28:33 GMT
"I don't know. It was the dance, and she was limping and she said she fell down the stairs but she's not a very good liar. I didn't find out what actually happened."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:33:16 GMT
I shake my head to myself, i'd have to find out what really happend there. "Do you think her boyfriend loves her?" I ask, knowing that if he did then there wasn't much chance that i could get rid of him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:35:30 GMT
I snort with laughter. "I don't believe in love. But, he obviously does, and he obviously loves her."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:40:27 GMT
"He better do." I say. "Why don't you believe in love?" I ask
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:41:36 GMT
"Because it was taken from me." I shrug. "So it's gone for me. There for other people, but not me. So, I suppose it does exist, it's just irrelevant."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:43:52 GMT
"She died?" I guess "I'm sure you'll find someone else."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:45:23 GMT
"I killed her." I say blankly. "Well, I watched her die and didn't do anything which is worse. And I doubt it. But it doesn't really matter anyway."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:47:35 GMT
"Why did you just watch her die?" I ask, shocked
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:49:11 GMT
I look at him. "Because it was either watch her die and live, or intervene and die and then have her die anyway."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:50:45 GMT
"Who killed her?" I ask
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 20:52:09 GMT
"My best friend." I smile weakly. "Didn't know that little gem until a couple of days ago."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:53:31 GMT
"What lovely friends you have." I say sarcastically
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on May 28, 2007 20:54:01 GMT
((OOC You guys mind if I but in? I'm bored. lol))
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 20:56:47 GMT
[[Nah, go ahead]]
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on May 28, 2007 20:59:07 GMT
I walked down to the Enterance Hall. I had some free time and I decided to do something with it. I saw Hunt there. "Hello" I said pleasantly to him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 21:02:14 GMT
I smile nastily. "Hello."
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 21:03:02 GMT
"You know her?" I ask Ian
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 21:04:04 GMT
"Could say that." I reply. "Where's your friend? The wand happy one?"
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on May 28, 2007 21:04:54 GMT
I shook my head. "Your still not over that?" I laughed a bit "I'm not sure to be honest" I look at the other guy. "And who might you be?" I asked with a smile.
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Post by Matthew Knox on May 28, 2007 21:05:34 GMT
"Matthew Knox." I reply
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 21:06:24 GMT
"Oh, I'm over it. Just wondering if maybe she'd like to go right ahead and kill me next time?"
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on May 28, 2007 21:08:55 GMT
"She has a bit of a temper" I look at Mathew "Saphire" I told him then looked back at hunt. "I'd rather not cross it if I were you" I smirked. "Me on the other, I'm not really bothered by her temper, we go way back"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 21:09:54 GMT
"But I do so like crossing lines." I remark.
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