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Post by Luke on Nov 19, 2009 18:59:15 GMT -5
Luke stormed into his room. His head was still spinning. He collapsed on his bed and stared groggily at the ceiling. Probably a concussion. He inwardly dared anyone else to hit him. He'd be ready to punch back next time.
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Post by Pearl on Nov 22, 2009 2:16:22 GMT -5
Pearl knocked on Luke's door, but it opened as she did. She walked tentatively inside. "Luke..."
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Post by Luke on Nov 25, 2009 15:22:30 GMT -5
Luke sat upright as Pearl entered the room. The lights were off, so he had time to hide his livid expression at being disturbed when he saw who it was. He stood up and crossed his arms defensively. Girls did tend to stick together, after all. "What?" He asked, trying to sound casual and not curt.
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Post by Pearl on Nov 26, 2009 1:26:45 GMT -5
He hadn't succeeded; she took it as defensive. "She's not with me," she half-barked back, not meaning it to come out so abruptly, but it did. "I...I don't think you should be alone right now, is all. I mean...you could have a concussion, pass out and stop breathing instantaneously or something." He could. It was true. It wasn't why she was here, but it was true. She needed to be distracted by something so she didn't have to process all that had happened...was still happening...that night.
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Post by Luke on Dec 14, 2009 15:37:19 GMT -5
Luke loosened his posture a little when she snapped at him, but composed himself. He listened to her excuse. "I'm fine. I just need to blow off steam." Understatement of the day. And what a day. He wanted to see if Jack was alright, but he knew if he went downstairs he'd just get kicked out again.
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Post by Pearl on Jan 28, 2010 20:58:21 GMT -5
"This...this isn't...I mean..." she shook her head, and looked back, as if she wanted to run back out the door. "I'll go. I mean, you don't want me here." She wanted him to want her to stay, but he wouldn't. She knew better. She hated herself for even feeling compassion for him. She didn't want to feel at all. She didn't want to be worried about Jack or Zombie of him or anyone. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run, but all she could do was stare at him.
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