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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 1, 2007 18:23:32 GMT
"Dude...This sucks." She mutters to herself, walking miserably along the highstreet, hands in her pockets, and kicking a stone along.
Thunder rumbled over head, seeming to reflect her mood.
She sighed slightly, shutting her eyes and morphing into her sisters image again.
Metamorphmagi, go figure.
She kept doing that since she'd found out she'd died.
She wasn't sure why anymore, although she was pretty sure she had a reason for it in the beginning.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 1, 2007 19:18:32 GMT
I head down the highstreet, making my way back up to the castle when I pass Erin.
I feel that familair stab of pain that came with thinking about her then sigh slightly.
I stop and reach out, taking hold of her arm, "Row, do you really think that's appropriate?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 1, 2007 19:24:16 GMT
She yanked her arm out of his grip and looked automatically at the floor, "I don't care whether it is or not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 1, 2007 20:46:06 GMT
I frown slightly, noticing her drop her gaze, "Row...?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 1, 2007 20:49:56 GMT
"Don't Row me," She growls, taking a hasty stumbling step away from him, turning back to her normal appearance which just served to make her shorter and smaller and feel even more freaked out by him, "Ian..." She says softly, then remembers she shouldn't be using that tone with him, "Michael Watkins," She snaps, eyes flashing dangerously, "Michael Watkins - did you kill him?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 1, 2007 20:50:59 GMT
"Wh-...what?" I say, surprised.
How did she know that?
She shouldn't know that.
I didn't want Row to know that.
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 1, 2007 20:54:06 GMT
"Don't what me! Answer the question!" She said, voice rising in both pitch and volume at his hesitation, already knowing the answer, when he still didn't say anything she repeated it louder, "Answer the Goddamn question!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 2, 2007 9:22:34 GMT
"Row, there are things you don't understand..." I say quietly.
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 2, 2007 9:34:43 GMT
"You did!" She says accusingly, "Oh my God...Ian...you did!"
She takes a hasty step away from him, staring at him.
What happened to her not brother who wouldn't hurt anyone? Who'd laughed at stupid things and took her flying with him? Who she'd forced into playing childish little games with her?
"Who are you?" She asks incredulously, "Who are you and what happened to my not brother?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 2, 2007 15:12:51 GMT
"Row...please, come on..." I say, reaching for her and taking hold of her arm, "I did what I did because I had to. I'm still the same guy. I'm still your not brother. I am."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 2, 2007 22:47:42 GMT
She snatches her arm back, "No! You're not! Tell me, did you kill my sister too? Did you kill my Erin? You sick bastard! Did you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 3, 2007 10:28:36 GMT
"No! Of course I didn't!" I say, surprised she'd even accuse me of that.
Although I wasn't all that surprised, taking into account her temper, and ability to leap to quick conclusions, and not to mention the fact she was already pissed off and scared of me now.
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 3, 2007 17:03:09 GMT
"Then why is she dead? My Erin would never kill herself! She was happy! Before you came along! Everything was fine before you came along! And then you both just disappeared and now she's dead and it's your fault! I hate you! I wish you'd never met her and I wish you'd never met me! I hate you!" She yelled at him, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 4, 2007 12:26:50 GMT
"Row..." I say quietly, "Row...it wasn't-...it wasn't my fault."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 5, 2007 11:35:01 GMT
"So, who's fault was it? Why is my Erin dead? Why are you the only explanation to why my Erin is dead?" She screams at him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 5, 2007 11:53:11 GMT
"Because all those people were after her." I say, trying hard to keep calm, "One of them took her into the forest and I don't know what happened but when I saw her next she was crying, and then she was falling, that is all I know."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 6, 2007 9:51:13 GMT
She lunges at him, hitting him as hard as she could but knowing it wouldn't make much of a difference because she was so angry and upset she couldn't even hit properly, "Stop being so fucking calm!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 11:44:42 GMT
"Row..." I say quietly, raising my hand to catch her fist to stop her hitting me, knowing she'd just frustrate herself more, "Come on Row. Just calm down a little."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 6, 2007 13:13:51 GMT
"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!" She yelled at him, "Don't fucking bother!"
She closes her eyes, morphing her appearance to the image of her sisters, "Look at me! If you can't explain to me then explain to Erin! Explain to her!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 16:37:39 GMT
I flinch, instantly looking away.
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 7, 2007 9:57:56 GMT
"You can't even fucking look at me! Look at me!" She yelled, slapping him hard.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 11:32:00 GMT
I don't flinch as she slaps me, "Row...just calm down..." I say quietly, almost begging, still unable to look at her.
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 8, 2007 13:12:12 GMT
Still breathing hard, she reverted to her normal appearance, "Fuck you, Ian. Stay the hell away from me." She says so quietly it was almost gentle.
Then turns and starts to walk away from him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 15:54:31 GMT
I stay where I am, eyes closed for a moment, then call after her, "Row, don't."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 9, 2007 10:33:18 GMT
She didn't turn around, just stuck up both her middle fingers over her shoulder and carried on walking.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 9, 2007 11:57:31 GMT
I grimace, then run after her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Row, please."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 10, 2007 9:38:02 GMT
She shoves his hand away, stumbling out of his reach and almost falling, "Don't touch me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 10:41:28 GMT
"Okay," I hold my hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Just please...give me a chance."
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Post by Morgan Row on Aug 11, 2007 11:11:51 GMT
"Why should I!?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 13:20:53 GMT
"Row, please. Just...talk to me. I'll try and help. But getting angry and blaming me isn't going to help at all."
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