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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 15:30:18 GMT
Ive been awake for a little while, but my eyes kept closed as I desperatly try to get more rest. I hear the sound of movement and see Jack beside me.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 17:32:05 GMT
My eyes sweep back to the curtain when it suddenly is moved to the side. The farmers wife steps into the room and gives us a smile. I warily watch her, ready to attack if it would be needed. But it's not. She puts down a bowl with warm damping water inbetween the two blankets, and leaves two cloths with it.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 21:06:46 GMT
I look at it.. its so... pure and clean.. I give another small mumble as I try to sit up..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 21:15:17 GMT
The woman makes a gesture of washing and then smiles again before she leaves. I look at the water, then down at myself. My skin is covered in layers of dirt, from the long time that I've been in jail. My wounds are gross with sand and dust, but I never dared to take a good look at 'em. I look over to Crystal for a moment.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 21:24:28 GMT
Im frowning in pain as I sit and lean against a wall.. "urgh.." I groan quietly before turning my heada little to meet his gaze "I though I'd lost you.."
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 21:28:09 GMT
The corners of my mouth twitch, in only the ghost of a smile.. but it's worth so much more to someone who's lived within the darkness for eternity. I feel as if this is my first chance at living again. And it makes me feel good. I'm hurt and exhausted, the shell of a man - but I feel as if I'm still alive for the first time since forever.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 21:32:19 GMT
I give what I can of a smile back to him, picking up a cloth "Here.. take this before the water cools.." I pass it into his hand and then take the other for myself
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 21:35:12 GMT
I take the cloth from her and whipe my face with it. When I pull it back and look at it it's covered in grime and blood.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 21:38:33 GMT
I start to dab the scars and wipe away the dirt on my body, slowly.. treasuring every moment I see myself so clean again..
"Are you okay with that.. I can help.."
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 21:47:39 GMT
I shake my head. Eventhough things seem to be turning better, I still don't trust anyone near me. At all. So I'll do it myself. I turn the cloth over and whipe my face untill there's no more blood and grime coming off. I can taste blood though, cos my lip cracked and is bleeding again, but I suck on it so it doesn't make me dirty again. I whipe my arms and hands and feet and everything, even the deepest wounds. It's hard to get the dirt ouf of them though, and it hurts like hell to clean them out decently, but I do it anyway.
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