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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 14:55:37 GMT
"Yeah," Tom frowned, "She seemed pretty shaken. But.." He hesitated, "Dya think it has something to do with the case?" He then realized. It was possible. After all, they were in the house of the guy who got murdered..
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 15:52:17 GMT
"I don't know, if she did find something in there which suggests anything as to why he was murdered.. she just doesn't seem like the type that opens up to us the first day and tells us what she found or knows about that Christian guy yknow..let's go check it out"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 15:57:21 GMT
"Better be real careful." Tom figured, casting a glance towards the livingroom. "We're screwed if they'd wake up."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 16:07:48 GMT
he nodded and went back inside. He walked over to the cabinet and opened it carefully. He reached past the bottles of booze and grabbed the carton, it was old and smelly. "yugh, that guy was weird" he whispered at Tom and brought the carton out of the cabinet and into the small ray of moonlight. "is that Stacy?" he whispered.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 17:21:03 GMT
"Yeah.." Tom frowned, looking at the image on the milk carton. On the picture Stacy looked really different though. Long blonde curls, not dirty and messy like now. Bright eyes, a beaming smile.
Tom wondered what happened since then. If there were people looking for her.. why wouldn't she go back to what she had when this picture was taken? Was this why she wouldn't talk about her past? Didn't she want to go back?
"C'mon, put it back." Tom urged Doug. This wasn't gonna help their investigation, after all.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 18:20:58 GMT
Doug sighed "Yeah..its no use..but it does make you wonder" he whispered.
He didn't understand why such a girl, who seemed wealthy and happy to him, would leave a safe haven and go live on the street.
"let's get some sleep and continue tomorrow' he mumbled, yawning.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 22, 2008 7:53:07 GMT
I nod in agreement. After we both get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as it gets, we tell each other good night and go to sleep.
I don't manage to sleep for a really long time though. The rain outside got worse, evolving into a real storm. Thunder, lightening, all that jazz. The wind shakes this place. Storm's don't worry me, but what keeps me up is the questions in my mind. How can people, kids for crying out loud, really live like this?
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 22, 2008 10:23:59 GMT
Its early in the morning that Stacy wakes up its still dark outside and the thunder and lightning didn't stop yet.
she wraps the blankets around herself tighter and looks around, noticing that Tom is the only one awake "morning" she mumbled, a bit surprised to see him there still.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 22, 2008 11:38:19 GMT
Tom glanced over to her, "Hey, morning." He told her, managing a smile. "How'd ya sleep?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 22, 2008 16:43:14 GMT
"good, for as far as possible' she smirked and sat up. She looked at Doug and Sera "We'll let them sleep and leave when they wake up. Don't wanna wake Sera up when she's asleep, makes her cranky all day" she smirked again.
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