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Post by sorachicora on Jul 16, 2007 15:54:30 GMT
I smiled and said "yea it does"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 16, 2007 16:04:51 GMT
"So I am right sometimes then."
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 16, 2007 16:07:24 GMT
"Yea isn't that amazing" I said joking
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 16, 2007 16:09:28 GMT
"Oh yeah. Very." I laugh slightly.
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 16, 2007 16:30:21 GMT
"I'm glad your getting better Ian" I said.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 16, 2007 16:31:24 GMT
"Yeah, me too. I want out of this fucking hospital wing."
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 16, 2007 16:34:49 GMT
I laughed and said "Don't worry you'll get out soon" I said standing up and said "I hate to leave but I have to get some stuff"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 16, 2007 16:43:15 GMT
"That's okay. No worries."
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 16, 2007 19:10:01 GMT
I smiled at Ian then looked at Logan. I walked to Logan and wispered in his ear "just so you know I don't belive you" I turned around and walked out.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 16, 2007 19:13:06 GMT
"Don't believe me then, love. Makes no odds." I call after her, then smirk at Ian.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 15:37:50 GMT
"Logan...please, leave. I'm not going to ask again." I say quietly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 17, 2007 15:57:18 GMT
"Good. Because you're not going to get anything out of asking me to leave because I'm staying here." I smirk, swinging my legs up so I was sitting cross-legged on the end of his bed, twirling my blade between my palms, "How do you do that, Chris? You almost seem decent when you're talking to your friends. But oh we both know you're not decent at all."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 16:09:07 GMT
"Fuck off Logan." I mutter, not having the will or energy to have a conversation with him.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 17, 2007 16:12:34 GMT
"No." I smirk.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 17:19:24 GMT
"Fuck off Logan!" I repeat, slightly louder.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 18, 2007 15:41:13 GMT
"No." I smirk again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:17:13 GMT
I fall silent, knowing arguing with him would get me no where.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 19, 2007 15:08:48 GMT
"Aw...bless. Given up arguing with me? Being the better man here?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 19, 2007 15:38:34 GMT
"It's not hard to be the better man where you're concerned."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 20, 2007 13:35:29 GMT
"Now that stung, ChrisChris." I smirk, putting a hand to my heart.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 20, 2007 14:06:08 GMT
"Fuck you, Logan."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 21, 2007 9:06:06 GMT
"Fuck me? No thanks. I don't swing that way."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 21, 2007 9:19:41 GMT
"You get funnier all the time."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 22, 2007 9:42:39 GMT
"Hmm...yep yep. I know."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 22, 2007 19:04:25 GMT
"Why are you doing this? To me, I understand. Why my friends though? Why my family? Why Maddie? What did they do to you? You want me dead, come on and kill me. But just leave them out of it, man. Please." I say quietly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 24, 2007 10:42:03 GMT
"Please...please..." I pause, as if thinking, while rolling the word 'please' around, "No."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 11:24:04 GMT
"Logan! You motherfucking shithead asshole, leave everyone else alone! It's me you want! So fucking kill me and get it over with then piss off and leave everyone else alone!" I yell.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 24, 2007 12:20:23 GMT
I laugh, "Hmm..yep yep, funny." Then I pause, face darkening, snaking out a hand and gripping his throat, "If you're gone...you think I'm going to stop? Oh no...being here is so much fun, Ian. Your death won't save these people. I like my fun." I tighten my grip warningly, then let go, returning the swinging my legs back and forth, whistling Jingle Bells, just out of reach.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 12:27:43 GMT
I put a hand to my neck, hoping no bruise would come out, I had enough to explain as it was, "My family, Logan." I say softly, "How could you do that to my family?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 24, 2007 13:12:50 GMT
"It was quite easy, actually." I smirk, not looking at him,"Your brother went down first. Yep yep. Got in my way so flash of green light and buh-bye MattyMattyMatthew. Your sister, pretty pretty Claire, she screamed. She knew what was going on. She was in the next room, see? He sent her there to look after the kids..." I grin evilly and look up at him, "Precious Liam...he loved you, didn't he? Precious Liam did love his Uncle Chris...but not anymore. I told him I was a friend of yours, hope you don't mind. Him and precious little Paul got skinned alive and hung up. Your sister cried and cried and cried. And then I carved up little baby Dawn...yep yep. And I left your sister, pretty pretty Claire...left her there with all that carnage. It was all rather easy to be honest."
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