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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:04:52 GMT -5
Des eeped, knelt down and hunched over the child, hiding it under her.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:05:58 GMT -5
Gary shook his head. "It's no good, Des. I know you have it."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:10:12 GMT -5
Des sat up, looking down at the child. Not being able to think of what she could or wanted to say, Des picked up the child, and sat back down in her large cushiony chair.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:12:36 GMT -5
Gary folded his arms, drumming his fingers. "So... where'd you get it?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:15:26 GMT -5
"I.. I can't tell you." Des said.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:20:55 GMT -5
Gary leant against the doorframe. "Then at least tell me who's it is."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:24:00 GMT -5
"It's mine, and I can't tell you who the father is... Not yet." Des shook her head, but smiled to herself.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:26:10 GMT -5
Gary glared at Des and pulled out Steel...
but instead turned and exited. Less than a minute later, the sounds of birds being shot out of the sky was heard.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:33:19 GMT -5
Des flinched with every gun shot, holding the child. "I'll call you... Jessy." She whispered.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:35:24 GMT -5
A dead bird dropped past Des' window, splattering it with blood.
Gary continued shooting.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:48:58 GMT -5
Des looked out the window. She took deep breaths, thinking. Her eyes flashed, sending a quick message to Jill.
Jill casually walked outside, and saw Gary almost immediately. Walking over, she just watched.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:51:05 GMT -5
Gary continued to fire, more birds dying. One of them landed on Jill's head.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:52:16 GMT -5
Jill closed her eyes. "I see you've met my child. The one Des is taking care of?" She asked, shuddering.
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 16:53:46 GMT -5
"You're a poor liar." Gary said. "Least convincing lie since Mussolini 'accidentally' invaded abyssinnia."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 16:59:07 GMT -5
"You should tell my mother I'm a poor liar then. She sent me. Anyway, I know the story.. and I just wanted you to know that..." Jill paused. "That you have to let the baby live and say it's yours. When you saw my mother through those goggles... what did you see?"
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 17:03:19 GMT -5
"I saw her with a baby, what else would I see?" He shrugged. "I have no idea what she said though, I don't lip-read."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 17:05:50 GMT -5
"Think Gary. Think about what you sae.. Did you see her face? The way she acted? Or does the infra blue goggles act like heat vision gogles?"
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Post by GBird on Nov 23, 2005 17:10:02 GMT -5
"No, they act like eyes that see through walls." Gary told her. "But it was difficult to see. I think I messed up a few settings."
Three gunshots, three dead seagulls.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 23, 2005 20:44:51 GMT -5
"Gary.. You must understand Des-" Jill's eyes flashed, recieving a message. "Des is looking for you. She wants to talk."
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Post by GBird on Nov 24, 2005 10:12:48 GMT -5
Gary nodded. "Fine." He said, shoving his SMGs in his pockets, not bothering with the safety switch. He walked down to Des' room.
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