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Post by Skeleton Key on Mar 3, 2006 21:24:16 GMT -5
Isadora stood against the wall, staring blankly at the scene.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 3, 2006 21:24:49 GMT -5
"I think I have to sleep. I'm so tired."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 3, 2006 21:26:12 GMT -5
"Migraine. Dormir," Sunny replied meaning, "I have a headache too, and I am tired as well."
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 3, 2006 21:26:45 GMT -5
"Okay. I wonder what happened?"
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 3, 2006 21:28:28 GMT -5
Sunny shrugged. It felt like she had felt his pain... or had he felt hers?
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Post by Skeleton Key on Mar 3, 2006 21:29:03 GMT -5
"Like I said, you don't know the half of it."
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 4, 2006 6:54:09 GMT -5
"Izzy, stop it and explain what you mean."
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Post by Triangle Eyes on Mar 4, 2006 8:26:10 GMT -5
*angels singing* *Esme falls from the sky* MURDERERS! YOU KILLED ME, YOU WRETCHED CHILDREN! But, now I am back from the dead!*runs around ecstatically* YAY! I'm alive! *runs into street and gets hit by a bus* *pronouced DOA at hospital*
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 4, 2006 8:27:01 GMT -5
Quigley stared. "That was odd."
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Post by Triangle Eyes on Mar 4, 2006 8:29:25 GMT -5
A voice from the sky calls,"Yes it was, you murderer."
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 4, 2006 8:39:31 GMT -5
He shrugged.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 4, 2006 15:27:51 GMT -5
Sunny held her head. All of the confusion was giving her a headache.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 4, 2006 17:56:30 GMT -5
Quigley smiled at her.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 4, 2006 19:02:14 GMT -5
Sunny smiled back, unsure of what it meant.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 4, 2006 19:04:32 GMT -5
'Let's go rest." Before he could leave, however, lights swam before his eyes and he passed out again.
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