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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 15:10:59 GMT -5
Zombie shrugged. She wasn't really sure if she was or not. All she said was what people already knew. And her favorite color Black. That was about it.
"Maybe pseudo Friends."
She said offhandedly. She wasn't really interested in friends. Jack was all the friend she needed.
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Post by Emma Frost on Aug 12, 2009 15:13:12 GMT -5
"Well, I'll hope for that then." Emma winked. "I don't really have any friends myself, so anything's better than nothing." She couldn't help but put on the syrupy smile. It was the defense mechanism she'd put up for years and years. It was how she coped, how she made sure no one saw the real her. It was her mask, and she wasn't taking it off...ever.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 16:08:29 GMT -5
"Whatever you say."
She said nodding slowly. She didn't think it would be all that good being friends with some sixteen years old. She must be really desperate then.
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Post by Emma Frost on Aug 12, 2009 23:48:15 GMT -5
Emma had barely touched her food, but she was more of a nibbler than an eater. She stood and politely discarded it in the trash before putting her tray on the revolver which lead into the kitchen. "Well, Zombie, whether or not you believe me, it was a pleasure to meet you. And I do hope our paths cross again sooner rather than later." Yes, the girl would be an asset. She could tell.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 13, 2009 10:54:51 GMT -5
Zombie finished her sandwich and just sort of nodded.
"Yeah. Sure."
She said slightly put off. She had a feeling there was something more to the whole wanting to be friends thing. But she didn't push the issue.
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