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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:17:43 GMT -5
::he flexed his fingers and then nodded, holding his hand out, the grey of his shadows off of his hand::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:20:04 GMT -5
She hesitated just a second, then reached out and clasped his hand with her bare one, running fingertips over his skin, and nearly crying. Nothing had happened....absolutely nothing.
Not possible...
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:23:25 GMT -5
::his eyes went wide and they started tearing up. He could feel her emotion, her disbeliefe, her...satisfaction at this. He looked to her face, his hand clutching hers now:: Baby...my God...
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:27:08 GMT -5
"I don't know what she did, or how...God, I don't know..." she started to babble, in utter frustration, hanging onto his hand. "....but this..."
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:28:09 GMT -5
::he pulled her into him, into a comforting hug:: How is this possible?
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:31:37 GMT -5
She hugged him tight, sure he'd let her go in disgust after what she had to say. "Mary did it." Her voice was very tiny. "I think I just made a deal with the Devil..."
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:33:24 GMT -5
::he winced and stepped back, his hands stil on her shoulders, he looked pained:: And what was your part of the deal?
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:37:11 GMT -5
"That I...let her out. A little bit, during the day. That she stays here, but I let her out." She shook her head, not knowing what else to say; he could yell at her as much as he liked, it wouldn't make her feel any worse.
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:42:40 GMT -5
::his jaws clenched a little, thinking, then he nodded, looking back to her:: Is this what you want?
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:45:17 GMT -5
What she wanted? The idea caught her by surprise. "I don't want anymore death on my hands, Tim. This solves that."
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:50:13 GMT -5
::he nodded, looking at her for a long moment, then he took a couple of steps back:: Then let her out...
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:53:13 GMT -5
"Now?" she asked, a little confused by his reaction. It almost...it hurt, in a way, and that made her feel worse. Did she want this? "I don't want...I don't want this, not really, but...I can't find any other way..."
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 22:54:54 GMT -5
::he blinked at her, trying to put it together:: But...hun...she says she'll behave. Why not let her out if it means you don't ash everything you touch? Isn't that what you wanted?
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 11, 2007 22:58:30 GMT -5
She shook her head, trying to make him understand. "Tim, I haven't been able to give someone a true handshake since I was a little kid. I've been this way all my life. And now...now I'm just as vulnerable as everyone else, and a ghost is going to be walking around using my body every day. That scares the sh*t out of me, it all does."
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Post by knightmare on Jul 11, 2007 23:00:00 GMT -5
::he thought about it for a second, then nodded slowly, then looked to her, and with as much meaning as he could muster said:: I'm here, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you with her around or with your new found vulnerability.
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