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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 28, 2007 0:26:38 GMT
i sat on a bench looking, well glareing, at all the people walking past. i see a small third year look at me oddly. "you're doomed and there is no hope." i growl at her. she looks at me wide eyed and walks away quickly.
i see another student walk by. "you're doomed and there is no hope." i say to him.
he rolls his eyes and walk away. "you'll die painful death!" i shout but stay sitting.
"you're mad..." comments another boy walking past. "oh you'll die slowly..." i mutter. he looks back at me looking lke he wanted to say something then turned around again. "very slowly..." i add
"damn this!" i groan and hang my head back and put my hand on my stomach.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 28, 2007 20:08:38 GMT
I continue walking past the utterly crazy chick, shaking my head. Weirdo.
Then I pause. She seemed kind of upset.
I turn around. "You okay?"
((I think I'm the boy who said you were mad.))
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 28, 2007 22:55:53 GMT
"oh so now you stop. after i threaten death on you." i snap looking at him. i take a deep breath and look down. "i'm..sorry.." i manage out. "and no. i'm not doing so hot right now." i say
~lol it doesn't matter, we'll just say you are.~
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 29, 2007 13:26:14 GMT
I stand there awkwardly a minute, hating how not-good at this I am.
"Erm... wanna talk about it?" I ask, shrugging.
((Hey! You changed your avatar person!))
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 29, 2007 20:52:54 GMT
"sure you want to hear me 'bitch about how bad my life is'.." i say for some reason useing his words.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 0:05:36 GMT
"If you want to talk about it," I repeat, shrugging.
((Who's he? For a minute there I thought you meant me and I was like... 'wait, I didn't say that.'))
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 0:09:52 GMT
"and i can trust you why?" i ask. i knew i was being a bitch but trust was a big thing to me and i didn't have any. that's how i worked. just didn't trust easy.
~you wanna know who it was? keep talking to me. ;D lol~
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 0:13:51 GMT
I shrug. "I dunno. I mean, personally I think I'm trustworthy, but short of veritaserum or... legilimency, I don't see how I can prove it to you. If you want to, go ahead and talk... if not, that's fine as long as you do find someone to talk to... or murder," I add under my breath, noting how tense she seems.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 0:18:00 GMT
"you can sit..." i sigh trying to figure out if talking to him was a good idea, oh well. didn't have anyone else.
"names yumi, and i'm not going to murder anyone...just....let's out stress. normally. at the moment it's not helping though." i shrug
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 0:23:40 GMT
I nod, sitting down hesitantly. "Chance," I say after a moment, remembering that she might want to know who she's talking to. Then I just stay silent, letting her talk if she wants.
((Have to go... byes.))
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 0:26:42 GMT
"i'm having a baby and the father and i are constantly fighting it seems. and the fact that we have yet mastered how to take care of the two kids that we look after the right way. it's either all him or all me. for some reason we can't find a way to balence it out and i'm going mad and i've cried. seeing as i just met i'm gonna tell you this. i. don't. cry." i sum up some of the crap.
~byebye~
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 14:16:18 GMT
I twist my mouth sympathetically, wishing like hell that I was better at this kind of thing. You're not supposed to talk, right? Just let the person vent? I stay silent. Anything I said would probably make her more upset.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 21:55:25 GMT
i sit there in silence looking at him for a bit then at the ground and back at him. talking...i'm not good at it.. "er...yeah...that's about it...i take back about the whole killing you thing. never was gonna but...."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 22:24:51 GMT
I shrug. "It's understandable. I mean, if you had actually done it I might not be so sympathetic, but... yeah." I shrug again. "I could say something stupid like 'maybe you should talk to him' or 'it'll be okay,' but I won't."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 22:32:24 GMT
"why the hell would i talk to him. if i was going to talk to him i wouldn't be here talking to you..." i say, "and no it's not going to be ok. but i've just got about 18 years and i can get away from him..."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 22:35:58 GMT
"Hmm..." I say. "You know, if the two of you hate each other you're not doing the kid any favors."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 22:40:36 GMT
"we don't hate each other....." i argue softly. it's the complete opposite.. "we're just in another fight..." i say, "and what to you expect me to do? just say the word and make the kid go in another girls stomach so that he would be happier. and besides we want this kid. maybe not with each other, but we want hmi. we've picked out a name, and everything..."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 22:49:04 GMT
"Sorry." I shrug again. "I just meant... you said you were stuck with him, or something like that. I'm just saying you shouldn't be... you know, together... just because of the kid. I dunno." I shrug. "What name?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 22:53:17 GMT
"believe me, we're not together. i just need help with this pregnancy thing, and i'm gonna need help after the babys born." i say, "we're not together." i sigh, "and we're naming him fabian bradley black." i say with a weak smile
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 23:11:32 GMT
I nod. "Yeah, I guess," I say, referring to her needing help. "And you're naming him Fabian?" I ask with raised eyebrows. I knew wizards had some strange name choices, but Fabian?
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 23:16:17 GMT
"fabian was sirius' best mates name...he wanted to name the baby after him." i explain. "fabian prewett...molly prewett..well weasleys brother. died a little bit again."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 23:25:10 GMT
"Ah," I say. "Sorry."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 23:27:50 GMT
"met him a few times...it really sucks about molly though.." i say sadly
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 23:32:54 GMT
"W-w-w-wait... what?" I ask. "What about Molly?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 23:35:19 GMT
"oh god....you don't know do you?" i ask looking at him. "umm...chance....she was....she's....er...regulus black...umm.." i say trying to figure out how to tell him. i was still shaken up by teh fact that she was dead. but the fact that i had to tell someone...
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 30, 2007 23:45:36 GMT
I lean back heavily against the bench. Crazy boggart... I think weakly, staring at nothing. I shake my head. "I... I didn't know her well or anything.... Just met her in... Honeydukes once, and she scared the daylights out of me." I laugh slightly as I remember raising my eyebrows at her until she threatened to shave them off. "Is her kid okay? The... the squirrel baby, or whatever he was?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 30, 2007 23:48:56 GMT
i laugh softly, "yeah...molly scarred a lot people. she was strong and never settled for anything less than who she was.." i smile weakly. "but yeah both of her kids are ok, her friend peter pettigrew has custody of them. charlie and bill are ok, bills a bit shaken up that his mum isn't around though...poor boy."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 31, 2007 0:01:41 GMT
I nod. "That's good. That they're okay I mean."
I didn't even know that she had a second kid... I shake my head. Somehow I'd been lucky enough not to lose anyone in this war, not even acquaintances... up until now.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Aug 31, 2007 0:09:17 GMT
"yeah...peter's a bit in over his head though..four kids..." i chuckle. "man i hate this war..." i mutter
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Aug 31, 2007 0:12:29 GMT
I look down, gripping the sides of the bench, feeling suddenly ashamed of my complete non-participation. "Yeah, I guess," I say again.
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