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Post by [ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ] on Jan 12, 2008 0:08:31 GMT -5
*A knock comes from the front door*
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Post by Marie on Jan 12, 2008 3:24:41 GMT -5
*places the cloths on her lap*
I'll go get it, it's probebly the kids donw the hall...
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Post by Dark on Jan 12, 2008 4:00:51 GMT -5
Er. You sure about that? * Looks at the door frowning *
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Post by Marie on Jan 14, 2008 13:52:19 GMT -5
well...no, It could be anyone actually.
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Post by Dark on Jan 14, 2008 18:04:19 GMT -5
Yeah, id just leave it alone. Prolly some kid pullin' a prank......
* He goes up to the door and locks it sterdily *
Plus i have a story to tell you since i found something in one of 'em boxes in the closet...
* He sat down on the floor and adjusts the wheelchair a bit *
All starts off with a photo...
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Post by [ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ] on Jan 14, 2008 23:48:49 GMT -5
...*swt* =_=
*Slaps a business card and a note on the door and leaves*
Stupid mutants. I'm not getting paid enough for this.
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Post by Marie on Jan 15, 2008 14:23:30 GMT -5
*looks over at the door*
looked like it was a sales person.
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Post by Dark on Jan 15, 2008 17:25:19 GMT -5
Ill get it later but * sighs * anyhow, i found this under one of the boxes back there.....
* He pulled out a small trashy looking photo that looked as if it had been buried for several years. Passing it to Marie she noticed 3 persons in the photo. One of them was a rather large man with black hair and green eyes. He was wearing one of them old factory jackets and seemed to have a mustache. He was holding a pipe. The next was a woman with a frilly dress down to her ankles. She was smiling and seemed to have dark blue eyes. In her arms was a child, a small boy with black hair and dark blue eyes and was holding a small puppy with a red collar. *
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Post by Marie on Jan 16, 2008 0:56:38 GMT -5
*looking down at the photo she smiles a bit before looking up at him*
was this your family?
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Post by Dark on Jan 16, 2008 1:05:12 GMT -5
Yep, back when i was a wee lad. That there is my pop. He had an awful temper and seemed to be always paranoid but mum calmed him down all the time. She used to cook the best blueberry pies too, she was always happy too as i recall. The puppy there was called " Claymore " since he was grey and me and him used to play out the front all the time....
* He smiled as he looked down *
And then there was that day when dad lost it.....
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Post by Marie on Jan 16, 2008 1:08:13 GMT -5
"Lost it"? what happened?
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Post by Dark on Jan 16, 2008 1:29:52 GMT -5
Well dad was a great man and all. He worked in a quarry just south of home but one day he came home in a real sour mood. My mum told him to settle down but he became paranoid. He started to throw things around and saying there were shadows following him and then it happened. He took out a gun and shot her, right in front of me.
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* He looked away as he fiddled his fingers with the carpet *
Right in the face too, blew her head almost off. He then realized what he'd done and before he turned the gun onm himself he said that shadows were everywhere.....
Or...whatever......
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Post by Marie on Jan 16, 2008 1:34:24 GMT -5
*frowns*
I'm sorry...
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Post by Dark on Jan 16, 2008 1:36:47 GMT -5
Well ...theres another part and it gets worse...but im not sure if i should tell you cause.....yeah...its not right....
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Post by Marie on Jan 16, 2008 1:40:06 GMT -5
no, go on...
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