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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 18:22:34 GMT
"Funnily enough, I noticed." I remark. "And I don't have friends. It's not something I do. I had one. And he turned out to be an even worse bastard that me, so now it's just me, myself and I, and I like it that way. Like I said, you're the nice guy. Nice guys have friends. Even if they don't realise it. You have more than I do anyway."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 26, 2007 18:27:17 GMT
I shurgged and zipped up my hoodie,"All I-I g-g-ot is m-my friends, w-w-without 'em..." I look down at the ground,"I-I just fall b-back into the shadows,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 19:45:37 GMT
"The shadows isn't a bad place to be. Lived my whole life there." I shrug. "What kind of shadows are you talking here?"
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 26, 2007 21:49:23 GMT
I roll up my sleeves showing him the cuts criss-crossing my arms,"The ones that make you do this,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 9:22:05 GMT
"Hey, welcome to the club, mate." I say, rolling up both my sleeves, to show the right arm, with similar cuts, and the left with the dark mark, laced with bruises and scars.
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 27, 2007 13:40:19 GMT
I eye the dark mark,"Another one," I whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 14:08:28 GMT
I look at him. "Why do you think I'm always moving?" I ask him softly. "I'm on the run. From this. From everything. So, don't you dare lump me in a category with those other scum sucking murderers."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 27, 2007 17:41:25 GMT
"I-I wasnt going to," I say quietly. "I'm sorry,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:50:32 GMT
"No, I'm sorry. I just get a bit...touchy about that. You know, when you tell someone, they either say 'I see' get up and walk away, or say something like 'another one' and I'm not just another one."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 27, 2007 17:52:25 GMT
I nod,"I-I-I-t's l-like m-my friends a-a-re deatheaters,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 17:53:00 GMT
"They are?" I say surprised. "Who?"
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 1:39:21 GMT
"E-Ebony A-Angel f-f-or one,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:29:39 GMT
"Oh Ebony. Yeah, I know her. She worries about my thumbs when I burn them in class." I say, nodding, then realising how weird that sounded. "Never mind that, though. I guess, well being one of these, doesn't change who you are. You're still the same person, your orders are just different."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 15:40:49 GMT
"your orders are to kill?" I say pushing down my sleeves.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 15:43:16 GMT
"Yes." I say blankly. "Sometimes. You can be ordered to destroy your whole world. And you do it anyway. Why? You don't even know. But you do it. And regret it, but you do it."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 15:44:13 GMT
"W-Why would y-you choose a-a life like t-t-hat?"I ask myself more than him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 15:45:03 GMT
"Power. Fear. Evil. Or no choice at all."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 15:48:38 GMT
"Makes sense I suppose,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 15:49:19 GMT
"I suppose. Not much though."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 15:50:08 GMT
"N-Nothing e-ever really makes s-s-nese,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 15:50:48 GMT
"Unfortunately."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 15:53:47 GMT
I sigh,"S-Sp did you find w-w-hat you were looking for?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 15:55:21 GMT
"No. I wasn't really looking for anything. Well, inspiration, I suppose." I sigh. "No such luck. Still at loss."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 16:02:00 GMT
"I-Inspiration?" I ask arhcing an eyebrow, then shake my head,"I-I'd rather not know."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 16:03:07 GMT
"No, probably not. I wasn't looking for inspiration in this section-..." I say, gesturing to the dakr books behind me. "I just happened to be here. I was looking elsehwere."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 16:09:07 GMT
"Oh," I say slightly relived,"So Ian, you p-plan on stick around h-h-ere or you g-g-onna take off?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 16:09:56 GMT
"Taking off, as soon as possible. I'm in too deep around here. Need to get away already."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 16:12:32 GMT
"R-Really? What y-you do?" I ask,"If y-y-ou dont mind me asking," I add quickly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 16:13:33 GMT
"I don't mind. It's kind of complicated though."
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Post by Cameron Lewis on May 28, 2007 16:15:57 GMT
"I-I got time," I tell him.
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