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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 9, 2007 15:37:56 GMT
"i sing a lot...but my voice is a bit different since my throat got messed up."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 9, 2007 15:45:00 GMT
"How so?" I ask, frowning slightly.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 9, 2007 15:58:09 GMT
"someone kinda didn't want me around, so they got someone to slit my throat" i explain
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 9, 2007 16:05:22 GMT
I wince. "Are you okay?" I ask automatically.
No, duh... she's the walking dead....
"Why would someone do that?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 9, 2007 17:15:39 GMT
"well...er..i really don't know." i say
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 10, 2007 18:10:56 GMT
"That's... not good. So was it just a random attack, you think?" I ask with concern.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 10, 2007 18:16:14 GMT
"well the guy that did it was...blackmailed into it...bu why the guy blackmailed him...i don't know. don't worry bout it. i'm fine, and i'm alive. you can poke me if you want." i say with a weak smile, "i'm fine. i've been on my own pretty much since it happened and nothing has haooened to me. i'm ok."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 10, 2007 18:20:19 GMT
I nod after a bit. "Okay." I shrug. "I'd just think you'd want to know the reason why... I mean if somebody hates you it might be good to know that."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 10, 2007 18:28:09 GMT
"he doesn't hate me he loathes me." i say with a bitter chuckle
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 10, 2007 18:30:28 GMT
"Ah..." I say, not having realized that she knew who'd gone after her. "But... you don't know why?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 10, 2007 18:37:29 GMT
"no idea. all i know is that he wanted or still wants me dead." i say
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 10, 2007 18:40:43 GMT
Well... that is very bad.
I sigh. "So... what else do you like to do?" I ask, changing the subject abruptly.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 10, 2007 20:00:36 GMT
"sorry," i chuckle softly as he changed the subject. " but i mean really what about you? you said you had a sister, what's she like?"
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 10, 2007 20:32:01 GMT
"I... um... it's all right. Um... and actually I have two sisters...." I glance over my shoulder at the Hog's Head automatically. "The little one is tyranically cute and really powerfully magical. Getting to be kind of spoiled with attention, actually. And the older one..." I shrug. "Ellie is smart, sarcastic... likes animals... prone to depression." I shrug again. "I dunno... do you have any siblings? A sister, right?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 10, 2007 23:01:14 GMT
"yeah i used to have two sisters...but one of them died. so now it's just me and lin." i say with a small smile
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 11, 2007 13:55:22 GMT
"Oh... are you okay though? Seem to be smiling."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 13, 2007 23:20:11 GMT
"yeah me and lin get together good...charly..well she was never one for family...never really got to know her."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 14, 2007 15:48:08 GMT
"Oh..." I say, not sure how else to reply to that.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 14, 2007 16:04:20 GMT
"you don't have to say anything." i tell him. "so what do you like to do?" i ask trying to change the subject hoping i hadn't already asked him that
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 14, 2007 18:13:59 GMT
I shrug. "Er... fly. Read, write... play ping-pong... talk to people funnily enough...." I frown at that one. "Sometimes, anyway. How about you? Other than singing and, ah, flirting with death?"
((Erg... damn you. I had to skim through our whole conversation to make sure we hadn't discussed that already....))
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 15, 2007 21:45:08 GMT
"what's ping pong?" i ask a little confused "And i do not flirt with death, death flirts with me." i chuckle, "but looking after two kids kinda takes a huge chuck out of my life. not that i don't like it." i chuckle, "and you like flying?" i shudder slightly. "can't stand flying...so...high..and you're just floating there..."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 15, 2007 22:14:08 GMT
"Well, yeah, if you think about it like that..." I shrug. "But it's just flying... and even if you did fall it would probably be fun until you died."
I stop. Did I just say that?
"Um... ping-pong is a game... kind of complicated yet boring..." I shrug again. "And how old are the kids again? I think you might've mentioned it, but..." I shrug again.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 16, 2007 21:40:22 GMT
"brets five, and mia's four." i say, "hey chance do you think it's right that a guy said that he's gonna be there every step of the way to help a girl after he get's her pregnant but yet a few months in he basicly says 'i'll still love the kid but find someone else to look after it and help you.'.." i ask
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 16, 2007 21:45:27 GMT
I blink. "Um... no. That doesn't seem right." I pause. "I take it this isn't hypothetical?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 16, 2007 21:54:51 GMT
"knew i wasn't over reacting..." i say to myself. "and nope. it's not."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 16, 2007 21:58:02 GMT
I shake my head. "No, you weren't overreacting. He went back on his word. Shouldn't do that." I shrug.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 19, 2007 0:59:02 GMT
"he's got a reason..and i shouldn't be mad because the reason is better than none..but i'm still..."i say then groan. "ugh.."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 19, 2007 1:03:35 GMT
"You okay?" I ask, frowning.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Sept 19, 2007 1:06:08 GMT
i lean down and lay my head in my hands on my knees. "no.." i mutter holding my stomach. it wasn't that my stomach was hurting or anything was wrong with the baby. it was jsut a bad habit.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 19, 2007 1:08:17 GMT
"What's wrong?" I ask, getting really worried. Pregnant lady groaning... equals not good.
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