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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 17:04:05 GMT
"And what's in a name??" She asked, "Nothing.. You still no nothing about me."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 18:09:28 GMT
"I'd like to know more."
Colt winked at Billie.
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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 18:16:15 GMT
"Hmm.. I'll bet you would.." She mumbled.
"Well what's your story??" Sirius asked, apparently listening to the conversation from across the fire.
Billie looked up at him, a bit startled.. "Huh..?"
"We all have a story. Everyone's survived this hell one way or another and seen some pretty messed up things. So what's your story?"
Soren looked up between Sirius and Billie, a little interested in hearing this.
Billie looked around the fire at every ones eyes on her and stopped at Cole.. There was no way she was about to tell this group of strangers her "story" as Sirius liked to call it. The thought brought back horrible memories and she almost wanted to cry. "No.." She said, getting up and walking away. She sat down by herself at one of the other fires and lit another cigarette.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 18:29:43 GMT
Colt got up and followed Billie. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her.
"Is it really that bad?" he asked.
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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 18:36:42 GMT
She shrugged. "Isn't it though?" She asked, not even caring about his arms around her. "Wasn't it for you?"
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 18:49:10 GMT
Colt nodded.
"Yeah, it was bad for me too. I lost everything. My home, my family, everything."
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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 18:57:21 GMT
She glanced at him, trying to picture him with a family. Did he have a wife? Children? Or did he mean his parents? Brothers? Sisters? Again she found herself oddly interested by him, but didn't ask any questions. "I think I miss my bar the most." She said with a small smile. "And the people that used to come in there.. I owned a small bar not far from where a lot of my father and his friends went hunting.." She said. "That's why I know how to use the guns so well. It's in my blood." Another sad smile took over her expression.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 18:58:55 GMT
"A bar?" Colt laughed. "Out of everything you had, you miss a bar the most?"
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Post by Lisa on Jan 19, 2011 19:07:29 GMT
She let out a loud laugh at the way he said it. "It was much more than a bar. It was more like a big family. My father and brothers always came in then the other regulars.. they were all like family." She sighed. "After my mom died when I was 12, it was just men, my whole life I was around men. Practically raised my...." She paused, "my little brother." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, that's why I know how to shoot so well. It's in my blood. We were all hunters."
Billie felt on the verge of tears again and had to distract herself. She doesn't cry in front of anyone. "What about you? What do you miss most?" She took the last drag of her cigarette, threw it into the fire and allowed herself to lean against him, since his arms were still around her and he was actually really warm.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Jan 19, 2011 19:12:20 GMT
"Marion", Colt said. "I miss her the most."
He looked down at Billie.
"She's my sister", he explained. "Marion was just 8 years old. Mom and dad took off when she was just 3 and I was 23. I've been raising her on my own."
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