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Post by Jacky on Oct 23, 2006 17:10:14 GMT
A frown comes to my features immediately, disguising the doubt from before efficiently within a second. "Do I wha'-now?" I ask, my gaze directed back to her quickly. As if in jumping into a position of defence, I smirk in amusement. "Did you somehow oversee the whole scene earlier? I betrayed her. Enough said." I state, proving that I did *not* love her. Ever. ...At least I didn't act like it.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 23, 2006 22:19:07 GMT
Oh, of course I'd seen that whole scene from before. . .I'd collapsed because of it. "Jack. . .I saw the way you looked when you gave me her darts. And it didn't seem like it was the easiest thing to give up. It almost beat-" I stop myself abruptly. I remember that wild girl in the stained glass window back there and how I had been so ashamed of her. Why? Most likely because happiness had seemed so close and it had turned out to be just another falsity.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 24, 2006 12:58:59 GMT
I get up, done with this conversation. As ever, I efficiently avoid talking about anything in which I don't have the upperhand. "She's the past. I told you before, and as far as I'm concerned she stays right there. She may've showed up again, but tha' doesn't mean anything. Savvy?"
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Post by Nikki on Oct 25, 2006 1:54:42 GMT
I fly up to him and throw him against the wall with as much force as I can muster. Which isn't very much, but I'm sure it gets the point across. I stare at him for one long moment until I start thinking rationally once more. This isn't his fault. He couldn't have actually stopped Cassandra from marching in and demanding a share of some lost treasure. And the next dilemma. . .should I be saying I'm sorry right now? Would he even care if I was? I sigh heavily, hating that I have to make things more complicated than they actually are.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 25, 2006 18:20:12 GMT
I grabbed her wrist when she thrusted me against the wall like that, and now that she seems to regain her calm I don't let go of it. My grip is firm. Not tight, but firm nonetheless. And I make her look at me. "You an' Cassandra have nothing t' bloody do with eachother." I tell her, my gaze fixed, "So stop tryin' to make it your business."
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Post by Nikki on Oct 25, 2006 21:55:53 GMT
I swallow slowly, finding it difficult to do so, pretty hurt. But his latest comment ignites my anger again, no matter what I'd realized just a second before. "Go, then!" I yell, my voice shaking with fury, heartache, and above all embarrassment. "Of course, to begin with, I was none of your bloody business, but noooo, you just march in and say, 'C'mon, old girl, I want nothing to do with you and you're of no use whatsoever to me, but I'm going to kidnap you anyway!' Would you like to explain you're reason there, Captain?" I try to free my hand from his grasp, but to no avail.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 26, 2006 18:01:38 GMT
"That's got naught t' do with this!" I snap right back.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 26, 2006 21:28:06 GMT
I fall into silent tears. He still has me by the wrist, so I turn away before he can see me. I'm tired of being prone to unusual emotional reactions. . .while I was alone, my eyes had always been dry. What do you do when the person you usually run to is the person that's you're problem? Such an awfully sad and confusing thought.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 26, 2006 21:37:14 GMT
"...Bloody hell" I mumble, letting go of her wrist at last. "What's gotten into you?" I ask, really not seeing the problem here. In my eyes she has nothing to do with Cassandra. *I* have bloody naught to do with Cassandra, soon as I solved this equal-share problem of hers.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 26, 2006 21:47:04 GMT
I don't want to tell him because the reason is so petty. I hate that I'm causing him unwanted and totally unnecessary pain over something that is simply nothing. And I'm pretty sure that his question was a rhetorical one. So I decide on another petty half-truth. "She makes me feel wrong. It scares me." And now that half-truth was sounding extremely selfish, but we all have to make it about ourselves, don't we?
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