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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 7, 2007 21:03:11 GMT
Angel looks around the room in wonder. She'd never seen something like this before. All she was doing was pacing and thinking about something and this door showed up! Angel had never seen anything like it. "I wonder what I can do here," she asked herself. "Oh great, now I'm talking to myself!" She laughed slightly before walking around and figuring out what there was in this place.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 8, 2007 19:55:23 GMT
"It can be anything you want it to be." I say from the doorway. "Anything you need. The room will change to suit you." I shrug. "At least that's what I was told. It doesn't quite work."
Because the one thing I need is the one thing I can't have.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 14:41:37 GMT
Angel jumped when she heard someone behind her. "Why doesn't it work?" She asked. "I'm Angel by the way."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 16:02:41 GMT
"Because the one thing I need is the one thing I can't have." I half-laugh. "Nice to meet you Angel. Name's Ian."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 17:56:22 GMT
"Nice to meet you," Angel smiles. "Would you mind me asking what it is you want but can't have? If you don't want to tell me it's fine."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:03:57 GMT
"My redemption." I gave a sadistic little laugh. "But that's not going to happen."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:07:12 GMT
"Well, new and brighter subject?" Angel asked, trying to get his mind off of it. "Want to sit down?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:09:02 GMT
I shrug, a little taken aback. "If you wish to suffer my presence."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:11:36 GMT
"Suffer your presence? On the contrary, I would enjoy a little company," Angel smiles warmly. She sits down on one of the chairs. "Are you going to sit or not?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:28:42 GMT
"Sure." I shrug, sitting down opposite her.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:35:38 GMT
"So... basic info. I know your name so age, house, relationship, and anything else you wanna answer," Angel smiles again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:37:13 GMT
"17. Slytherin. Relationships - I'll let you know when I figure that one out. And you?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:38:53 GMT
"17, Hufflepuff," Angel shudders. "Wrong house," she mutters to herself.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:39:22 GMT
"How so?" I ask her.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:41:47 GMT
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. Oh well! Can't live in the past!" Angel smiles. "So... anything else you want to know about me? I'll be completely honest, I swear!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:44:59 GMT
"Wouldn't want to pry."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:46:39 GMT
"Fair enough. You can ask though, I don't want you to feel awkward around me!" Angel smiled again. "What are your music interests?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 18:48:10 GMT
"Led Zeppelin, The Ramones, Iron Maiden, The Clash...that sort of thing. How about you?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 18:59:28 GMT
"A mixture of different things really. Your turn to think of a question," Angel said.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:03:45 GMT
I thought for a moment, then asked the question that helped me figure people out. "If you could change one thing and only one thing about your past, would you?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 19:08:49 GMT
"Tough question. Bit sudden really," Angel smiled. "Well, I would like to change that I left the room when my parents died. But thinking about it, that would change who I am and I wouldn't be here. So I guess not. This sounds really stupid, but I believe everything happens for a reason and it happened so there's no point in changing it. Does that make sense?" Angel asked.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:10:00 GMT
I allow myself a small smile. "I say the exact same thing when I'm asked that."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 19:14:48 GMT
"Really?" Angel asked surprised.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:16:56 GMT
"Yeah. There's things I know would make me happier if I changed them. If I took my fathers gun before he got a chance to splatter his brains all over the wall, I'd have never been adopted when I was 6, I'd have never had a brother to get killed by my own stupidity, I'd never have had to leave home, and I'd never have met, and lost, Erin. I'd be an awful lot happier if none of those things had ever happened. But I wouldn't me then, so if I changed them-...I'd be a stranger."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 19:21:30 GMT
"Wow, you just completely opened up to me and I haven't told you anything," Angel said in a shocked voice. "I would say sorry and I know how you feel, but that never makes people feel better. In some cases it makes people feel worse!" Angel said. "I wish it didn't happen to you though, but like you said, you wouldn't be you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:32:01 GMT
"It's just a load of shit that happened." I shrug. "It's not really opening up. I tried to keep those things secret when I first got here, but then Rowan, my brother, found me. And people found out-...and we damn near killed each other." I half-laugh. "I won."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 19:34:52 GMT
"Well done on winning," Angel smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:36:03 GMT
"Oh not really." I shrug, but don't continue due to her attempts at lightening the mood.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 10, 2007 19:37:21 GMT
Angel looks down at the floor, not really thinking what else to say.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 10, 2007 19:41:04 GMT
"So...how's this shitheap we call life working out for you at the moment?"
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