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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 20:46:38 GMT
"You okay there? That laugh sounded kind of... evil," Angel shuddered.
[ooc - Yup!]
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 20:48:19 GMT
"Bitter. Bitterness. I play by all his little rules, I win at every game, and he still messes with me...I don't know what to do anymore...I've tried running and I get dragged back...I've tried obeying and people I love get hurt...I've tried just existing and I get forced into-...all sorts of things. That is taking advantage." I mutter.
[ooc-lol]
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 20:54:04 GMT
"Oh," Angel said, figuring out who 'he' was.
[ooc - lol!]
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 20:55:42 GMT
"Yeah, oh." I mumble. "He's-...I'm in too deep at the moment...he's punishing me for running...making me relive everything...I can't do it this time...I just can't..." I say, talking more to myself than her now.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 20:58:01 GMT
"I don't really know what to say," Angel whispered.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:03:16 GMT
"What would you do?" I ask her, "If the only thing you'd had for so long, was being able to say you were alive...would you trade it so that the only person that made it worthwhile could carry on living? In theory...it's the right thing to do. In theory anyone would willingly lay down their life for someone they love...but I don't know if I could...or if I did what good it would do."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:07:45 GMT
"If it was someone I loved then I'd die for them, unless something had changed and things were no longer what they used to be or something," Angel sighed. "That's not what you're thinking of doing is it?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:10:18 GMT
"I don't have a choice. He-...he likes to mess with people. He did it before. His favourite game he calls it. He chooses two people who are close and he-...he assigns each of them a target...each other. He did it with me and Erin. We both got out of that one...but...normally it doesn't work so well. Now-...now he's going to-...Maddie." I manage to say.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:11:52 GMT
"But isn't she with that boy... Serious... SIRIUS!" Angel asked.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:12:45 GMT
I cough awkwardly, "Not really...anymore."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:14:46 GMT
"What happened," Angel sighed.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:16:30 GMT
"We-...we had a big row...and then-...she told me she loved me...so I said it back...and we kind of..." I trail off, hoping she'd catch my drift, "...and then a few days later she told me her and Sirius was over...but he'd finished it with her...and now nothing's really happening right now...I think..."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:17:56 GMT
"Drama," Angel said. "What about Erin?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:18:58 GMT
"That didn't really-...come up..." I mumble, "And now I don't know what to do..."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:21:22 GMT
"Confusing," Angel sighed.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:22:04 GMT
"Extremely." I agree.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:24:01 GMT
"I feel sorry for you having to choose," Angel smiled sadly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:24:34 GMT
"I don't. I got myself into this mess. No use pitying myself, is there?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:25:18 GMT
"I guess not. Did you always used to be like this? I mean, Erin said you'd changed somehow," Angel said quickly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:34:06 GMT
"Yeah, I have. A lot. What was it...? I was never this cold, now I'm almost dead." I say, remembering what she'd said. "Believe it or not, I used to smile and be reasonably normal and laugh and have friends...but, obviously, I'm not like that anymore."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:37:34 GMT
"You still have friends! You have me and Shell! And I got you laughing and smiling!" Angel said.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:39:10 GMT
"Yeah, I have friends...but not like I used to."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:40:10 GMT
"What do you mean?" Angel asked.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:44:49 GMT
"Not like-...friends I'd trust to the end of the earth. I can't do that anymore. I want to sometimes...but I just-...can't."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:49:04 GMT
"That's sad. Everyone should have friends like that," Angel said sadly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:54:41 GMT
"Mine killed my brother."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 21:55:47 GMT
"I see why you don't!" Angel gasped.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 17, 2007 21:58:05 GMT
"Yeah, I guess." I shrug.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 17, 2007 22:00:57 GMT
"Life sucks I guess," Angel said sadly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 18, 2007 15:22:00 GMT
"Unfortunately."
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