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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 21:16:05 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 16, 2008 21:16:05 GMT
"Yeah, one of those," I grin."Promised her we'd died together 'cos we'd been living together when we're old and gray with a billion cats and a fat one would sit on our faces."
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 21:33:16 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 16, 2008 21:33:16 GMT
I laugh slightly, tilting my head in admiration. "Well, at least you had it all planned out."
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 21:52:51 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 16, 2008 21:52:51 GMT
"Yeah, made the promise and everything," I mumble softly, looking at the faded scar on my hand.
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 21:57:19 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 16, 2008 21:57:19 GMT
I frown slightly, watching her look at her hand but not sure I should ask.
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 22:20:53 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 16, 2008 22:20:53 GMT
"It's a promise," I mutter,"Ian's got the same scar on his other hand."
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 22:33:26 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 16, 2008 22:33:26 GMT
I nod. "Blood bond sort of thing?" I ask curiously.
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 22:39:53 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 16, 2008 22:39:53 GMT
I nod,"Yeah. Made only three in my whole life."
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 22:45:40 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 16, 2008 22:45:40 GMT
"Great many more than a lot of people...." I murmur. "Can I ask who the others were with?"
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Boo!
Jan 16, 2008 23:05:39 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 16, 2008 23:05:39 GMT
"Serry, Ian, and Charlie,"
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 17:27:16 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 17, 2008 17:27:16 GMT
"Your cousin and a friend?" I ask, double-checking the identities of the two I don't know.
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 21:13:47 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 17, 2008 21:13:47 GMT
I nod weakly,"Yeah, that's them."
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 22:26:44 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 17, 2008 22:26:44 GMT
I nod. "Pretty close cousin then."
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 22:31:02 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 17, 2008 22:31:02 GMT
"One of my best friends,"
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 22:49:59 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 17, 2008 22:49:59 GMT
I smile vaguely, nodding. So it really must be fun to hve he and Ian hate each other.
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Boo!
Jan 17, 2008 22:55:21 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 17, 2008 22:55:21 GMT
I smile faintly,"Even if my family is full of crazies, Charlie keeps me sane..most of the time."
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Boo!
Jan 18, 2008 20:29:26 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 18, 2008 20:29:26 GMT
"It's good to have people keep you sane," I nod. "Is that because he's sane himself or does he manage it even though he's crazy?"
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Boo!
Jan 18, 2008 23:52:03 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 18, 2008 23:52:03 GMT
"Second one," I laugh."He's my other glove. Well he's the rhinestone glove."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 14:32:06 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 14:32:06 GMT
"And what sort of glove are you, then?" I ask, laughing bemusedly.
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 15:58:28 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 15:58:28 GMT
"I'm the one that gets lost and you always find it in a place you'd never expect."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:05:23 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 16:05:23 GMT
"I see...." I laugh slightly. "You get lost a lot?" I ask a bit more seriously.
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:25:43 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 16:25:43 GMT
My eyes find the ground for a moment,"Yeah." I say looking back up to her,"Not as in 'lost' as in you've lost a puppy or lost in the city, but lost. Like I don't know who I am, what I stand for... That's happened a few times."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:31:36 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 16:31:36 GMT
I nod down at the ground, biting my lip softly and crossing my arms. I've done that.... But it seems rude to say it.
"Do you usually get found?"
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:42:46 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 16:42:46 GMT
"After a while," I mumble softly,""Usually decide to slip away when someone else is in trouble too. Since the person it so engulfed with their own problems they don't notice me, its like your invisible. When that happens you can do anything."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:52:07 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 16:52:07 GMT
I wince a bit, feeling almost like I should apologize though I don't even know why. So I close my mouth again, and don't say anything.
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 16:58:22 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 16:58:22 GMT
I sigh softly though my nose, knowing how bad that sounded. I'd usually never let anyone see this side of me. I wasn't too sure why I was even let her see it.
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 17:08:28 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 17:08:28 GMT
"Does... that happen a lot?" I finally ask.
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 17:14:40 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 17:14:40 GMT
"I try not to let it happen," I mumble softly,"I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am though."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 17:19:15 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 17:19:15 GMT
"Maybe you try too hard to seem that way," I shrug. "I don't know."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 17:26:02 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 19, 2008 17:26:02 GMT
"It just feels like..I don't know..I'm put up on this pedestal. Everyone thinks of me as this great person, who's always happy and optimistic, who's always there when you need her.."
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Boo!
Jan 19, 2008 17:31:08 GMT
Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 19, 2008 17:31:08 GMT
"And you need to fall apart too sometimes?" I guess.
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