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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 17, 2011 23:37:37 GMT
"Yeah, and I had mine pointed in your face", Colt said. "I'm talking about what you beat me up for, smartass."
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Post by Lisa on Jan 18, 2011 0:21:37 GMT
"Hey, leave my ass outta this!!" She said, being even more of a smart ass. Letting out a small laugh, she turned back to her gun. "Ya know, I used to say the same thing.. 'Billie is a boys name.' I even had a crush on a boy named Billy in my kindergarten class," She let another small laugh escape her lips. "But my dad.. he never stopped calling me that," She shook her head and looked aimlessly at the fire. "I used to always ask him to call me by my real name.. Now, no one even knows my real name... Well, knew, I suppose I should say.. Their all..." She drifted off thinking about all her friends who died as a result of the apocalypse. "Anyway.. Billie sorta grew on me.. it stuck. And til this day, I've no idea why my father used to call me that.." She sighed, "Wish I could ask him.." She mused and glanced at Cole. When she realized how much she shared she turned back to her gun and started cleaning it again, but couldn't concentrate. She set the gun down and lit another cigarette.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 18, 2011 0:25:41 GMT
"Really?" Colt asked.
He took the cigarette away from Billie and took a hit. He never smoked before. He ended up nearly coughing up a lung. His eyes started to water.
"So...what's your real name *cough* bright eyes?"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 18, 2011 0:28:05 GMT
(Sorry I haven't been posting in this much...I'll just kinda pop in I guess)
Amy watched Billie and Colt talk together. They were obviously pretty close. She had thought they were just two rough kids before, but now she was starting to see there was more to them than meets the eye. Amy suddenly wished she had a boyfriend; someone she could talk to and tell her fears to.
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Post by Lisa on Jan 18, 2011 1:01:27 GMT
Billie gave him a strange look and snatched the cigarette back. Clearly he wasn't really a smoker. "Rose." She told him reluctantly. "I like Billie though. Reminds me of home." She smiled to herself then glanced at him and looked as though she was thinking pretty hard about stuff. "You kinda remind me of back home too."
Soren plopped into the chair next to Amy. "Hey there.." He frowned when he noticed that she didn't look to happy. Perhaps it was the fact that they were in the middle of the apocalypse.. "Everyone here's pretty nice, hmm?" He leaned closer, "better than those two.." He whispered and nodded his head at Billie and Cole.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 18, 2011 1:05:07 GMT
"Rose, huh?" Colt asked. "Are you a pretty rose? Can I call you Rose?"
His hand slid across Billie's lap and sat on her hand.
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Post by Lisa on Jan 18, 2011 1:20:30 GMT
Billie raised an eyebrow and looked at his hand on hers. She allowed it to sit there for a moment before moving her hand. "No one calls me Rose.." Not since my mother died. She didn't say it out loud though. She felt like she's told him more than enough already.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 0:04:56 GMT
Colt smiled.
"Really?" he asked.
He ran his fingers through her hair. He leaned close to her ear.
"Can I be the first?"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 19, 2011 0:14:02 GMT
"Hey," Amy replied to Sorun as he came and sat next to her. She smiled at him. She could tell he was making a big effort to be nice to her. She shrugged her shoulders when he mentioned Billie and Colt, "They're not that bad. They're just...different."
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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 0:21:40 GMT
The closeness and his words sent a shiver down Billies spine. She was looking down at the ground when she had spoke before but now she slowly, almost reluctantly, made eye contact with Cole. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. No ones called her Rose since her mother died and this conversation was really starting to hit close to home.
Soren snorted, "Different meaning psychotic.." He glanced up at them and tilted his head to the side, "Or, perhaps.... bipolar..?" He kept his eyes on them for a few more moments then shook off his confusion and glanced back at Amy, "Anyway, what about you??" He asked, "How are you doing?"
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