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Post by Desdemona on Mar 16, 2006 18:45:58 GMT -5
Brendan shrugged. "I'm not most people." He said, yawning.
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Post by Kale on Mar 16, 2006 18:48:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose not," She replied, gaze wandering away from him. It seemed as if she were on edge, as if waiting for something bad to happen. Waiting for some odd noise to cause her to scream, or something to just go terribly wrong. And finding nothing wrong normally made her jumpy, as she was used to things randomly exploding or nearly falling on her. When hanging around Misery, you become used to being just plain jumpy.
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 16, 2006 18:49:28 GMT -5
"Keep your socks on. Jeez" Brendan said, smiling at her jumpiness.
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Post by Kale on Mar 16, 2006 18:52:33 GMT -5
Nora flinched slightly, glancing back at him. "I'm sorry...I can't help it. When you get used to things always being so...hectic, silence and stillness makes you really jumpy."
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 16, 2006 21:41:53 GMT -5
"In other words you spend most of your time with Misery," Brendan chuckled. "It's alright," He said, gently kissed her forehead, and pet her hair. "I can see why, so don't bother explaining." He half smiled.
A bullet of red light caught the blancket space between them from the ceiling. Brendan muttered something and pulled his hand away. He was muttering something about his father's system and how dumbassed it was or soemthing.
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 19:17:27 GMT -5
Nora's face reddened more so as he kissed her forehead, her gaze falling off to foot of the bed. And when the bullet of red light hit, she gave a slight yelp of fear before settling back down. "A....system?"
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 19:53:00 GMT -5
"yeah. Dad doesn't like girls getting too close to me." Brendan muttered. "I don't know why."
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 19:56:49 GMT -5
"Oh, I see." Nora glanced about, then looked back at him. "Kinda strange."
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 19:58:22 GMT -5
"It only shoots once though, thinking that it will scare the living daylights out of the girl." brendan rolled this eyes.
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:02:01 GMT -5
Nora laughed, rolling her eyes. "Takes alot more that THAT to scare me."
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 20:02:28 GMT -5
Brendan smiled. "That's why you're different."
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:05:04 GMT -5
Nora's laughed turned slightly timid. "Yeah, I'm stubborn as a mule when it comes to people trying to scare me. I mean, I did grow up in a house full of ghosts and ghouls and things that scream bloody murder in the middle of the night."
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 20:08:39 GMT -5
"Yeah." brendan nodded. "I know."
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:10:59 GMT -5
"How do you know all of this stuff, anyways?" Nora questioned, tipping her head to one side.
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 20:12:39 GMT -5
"The sands are my eyes." Brendan said, laughign.
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:14:04 GMT -5
Nora blinked a few times, tipping her head the other way. "You're...not just speaking metaphorically....are you?"
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 20:14:47 GMT -5
"No. I'm not. Everytime you see sand move, I'm there." Brendan grinned.
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:18:18 GMT -5
Nora smirked, placing a hand against her chest. "Well, now I'm going to feel like you're always watching me, my stalker friend."
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Post by Desdemona on Mar 17, 2006 20:21:40 GMT -5
Brendan laughed. "I used to be really interested with these two humans though." He smiled, laughing.
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Post by Kale on Mar 17, 2006 20:24:19 GMT -5
"Really now? So interested that you watched them all the time?"
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