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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 14, 2012 1:00:56 GMT -7
Andi: "Oh no I'll be just fine! My injury is healing up nicely!" I say, in an attempt to be cheery. He is way to nice to me. What's up with that? No one's been this nice to me in a long time... Oh well, I shake off the feeling. I can't let myself love anyone anymore. I just can't, not after all that's happened in my life, even before the world went to shit.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 14, 2012 1:06:18 GMT -7
John: Everytime I try to be nice and turn this spark into a fire she shuts me down! Wait what am I thinking, me love someone? I need to wake up. This is getting to be more trouble than it's worth, but I can't stop for some reason. "Alright, well I've always got my stuff packed and ready so put yours together and take it easy so your side is ready for the stress. If you want it there's a spare cd player in my closet and some music." I offer, trying to hide my dissapointment and frustrations that I shouldn't have in the first place.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 15, 2012 23:46:41 GMT -7
Andi: I sigh and decide that it probably is best to just rest. I tell John I'm going back to my room and head there. I sit on the bed, a book in my hands, stroking the front cover. It's a book I loved a long time ago: The Wizard of Oz. I know it seems cliche, but really what it teaches is beautiful. I like to think it's about hope. Nowadays, hope is very important. Hope. At first people had it, but it went down with morality. But I think when you loose hope, you're as good as dead. Hope...
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Post by John Burke on Jan 15, 2012 23:56:29 GMT -7
John: I head back to my room and put my bags next the door. I double check my weapons and start cleaning them. While cleaning my revolver the barrel cracks. "Damn, I knew this would happen." I say. I know this means Im gonna need to use my rifle the entire time. I get up and head to Andi's room. I knock on the door "Hey, you busy?"
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 16, 2012 0:08:28 GMT -7
Andi: I hear a knock on the door, making me jump, "Hey, you busy?" John calls. I dog ear the page I'm on and place it on my pillow. "Nope!" I reply, jumping to the ground like a little kid and open the door (after fixing my hair a bit of course). "What's up?"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 16, 2012 0:12:31 GMT -7
John: "Where'd you put that box with the extra guns in it? My revovler just broke." I say, trying to keep her from noticing the fact that I was more worried about talking with her than a gun. Why do I want to spend so much time with her? I have to take care of this feeling, if I don't then she'll just slow me down.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 16, 2012 0:18:54 GMT -7
Andi: "I..put it back where I got it.." I say it slowly, confused as to why he'd be asking me this. Wouldn't he know? But for some reason I don't want him to be be like, 'Oh ok thanks. I'll just go get it now," and leave, so I add in "Can I see the broken one? I kinda have a knack for that kind of thing"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 16, 2012 0:22:19 GMT -7
John: "Sure, c'mon it's in my room." I say. I head that way and open the door, but I find myself standing there holding the door for her instead of going in. Why can't I control this feeling, or my actions around her anymore?
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 16, 2012 0:28:56 GMT -7
Andi: "Ooooo, this is bad," I say, examining the crack. I run my finger along it. "Woah!" I exclaim. The crack was gone. What just happened? "D--did I do that?" I stutter.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 16, 2012 0:37:01 GMT -7
John: I rub my eyes in astonishment. "What the hell?! How did you do that?" I ask, taking a step back spooked by what just happened. First my sudden realization of how to fix the radio, and now this?
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 22, 2012 23:05:02 GMT -7
Andi: "I--I--I have no idea!" I stutter, utterly confused. I look at my hands and say softly, "I've never been able to do that before..." Then I have an idea. I run to my room and grab the broken watch I found, bringing it back to John. I hold my hand over it and concentrate really hard. Nothing. I release my breath and suck it back in, trying again. Still nothing. Why can't I do it again?!
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Post by John Burke on Jan 22, 2012 23:09:28 GMT -7
John: "What are you doing?" I ask, still confused by the whole event. She's stadning there with a broken watch, with her hand over. "If you're trying to fix it, maybe you need to actually touch the broken part like with the barrel." I say, assuming she's trying to do whatever that was again.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 22, 2012 23:16:55 GMT -7
Andi: I try what he says, but still nothing happens. "I don't understand!" I yell, throwing the watch across the room. It shatters into little pieces of glass. But then I instantly wish I hadn't done it. I'm overreacting a little, although I'm still kinda shaky from just finding it out. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe it wasn't really me. Maybe the gun is magic. I chuckle a little at the thought. A magic gun, ridiculous....
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Post by John Burke on Jan 22, 2012 23:22:36 GMT -7
John: "Well whatever the hell that was it doesn't matter now. Just finish getting your stuff ready, I can't wait much longer so i think we should leave the instant you're ready if you're up for it." I say trying not to be impatient. it's just that there are others under us and I wanna get to them now!
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Post by Andi Parker on Mar 4, 2012 1:31:31 GMT -7
Andi: I nod. "lets go," I sound so serious. But i guess in these times its hard not to be serious all the time. we head up the elevator into the crisp, night air.
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