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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 22:38:53 GMT -5
*Conner was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. All he could think about at this moment was Nelly. He kept trying ot pictur her in a wedding dress, but nothing could do her justice. He couldn't wait for the wedding.*
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 22:45:10 GMT -5
Maron sat curled up against the wall, her legs to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her gaze was only partially open, staring blankly at the wall, waiting to get into the bathroom but not for the usual needs. There was a growing dark bruise on her cheek, shoulder, side, and neck, all left from the 'adventure' earlier. She was still incredibly jumpy, her trembling near stopped, but still slightly present. She didn't even realize it was Conner in the bathroom. She thought he and Nelly were up at the cave... again. If she had known he was back she would have gone straight to him after the events, probably to just cry and be comforted. After all, the only one she trusted was him...
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 22:48:36 GMT -5
*Conner, finaly done, opened the door. Who did he see? Maron, all bruised up and battered. He instantly went over to her and sat next to her.*
So what adventure did you get your self in this time?
*He knew that she felt safe with him and he was willing to let her in, and to just listen, or to just sit there if that was what she needed.*
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 22:51:53 GMT -5
Maron slowly blinked, a shocked expression crossing her face.
"I thought you and Nelly were at the Cave......"
She trailed off, quickly shutting her eyes and burying her face in her arms. The answer? Rather obvious when this had happened several times before now. She was only this freaked out when it involved the MRF and her step father.
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 22:54:52 GMT -5
*Conner draped his arm around her and pulled her near him.*
Nope, Nell and I just felt that it would be good to stay here a little bit, and now I know why.
*Conner just let her stay there. He wanted her to calm down.*
I will always be here for you, and if I'm actualy not here, you can always reach me thought phone call.
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 23:00:10 GMT -5
Maron squirmed a little, curling up in his arm with her face buried against his chest, still softly trembling. For a few moments she didn't say anything, though her lower lip quivered, as if wanting cry.
"They tried to kill an innocent... They shot him because he was getting me sunglasses..."
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 23:09:11 GMT -5
*Conner started to rub her back.*
Its ok, you're ok now. I'm sure he'll be fine.
*He then sighed.*
If you need to cry, just let it out, there is no one else to see here.
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 23:15:01 GMT -5
Maron just shook her head.
"Innocents are getting involved now...."
Her trembling increased a little as she finally released the seal on her emotions, tears streaming down her cheeks. A lot of people would call her a cry-baby, and maybe she was. But she'd been living with grief her whole life. It was the only emotion she really understood.
"Why can't they just give up....?"
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 23:17:40 GMT -5
*Conner just hugged her tighter.*
Just remember we....I am here for you and I will never let them take you agian.
*We being the runaways, but he felt like that wasn't apropriate right now.*
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 23:22:08 GMT -5
Maron yelped when he tightened his grip, grimacing from the bruises on her side and shoulder.
"No more tests.... " She meant the painful experiments the MRF had done. The memories still gave her nightmares, and she was a lot weaker then she had been before the testing, her body never recovering from them. She no longer remembered why she'd come to the bathroom, which had been to get some cold wet clothes on the bruises to help reduce the swelling.
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 23:25:16 GMT -5
*When she yelped Conner instantly lightened his hug. He then looked at her bruises.*
Maron, you poor child.
*They would never leave her alond, and they would always hurt her in ways that they didnt care. It didn't matter that she was an inocent child. He swor right then and there that he would kill the next man from the MRF that he saw.*
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 23:30:31 GMT -5
Maron just shook her head, a few tears still escaping her eyes, her head still buried in his chest.
"It's nothing..."
Though she wasn't that great when it came to lying. The bruise was bad enough that most people would flinch when they saw it, if it looked that bad, it was obviously ten times more painful then that. Maron wasn't even willing to touch it.
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 23:33:20 GMT -5
*Conner felt bad for her, but didn't know what else to say. So he just sat there, rubbing Maron's back, trying to comfort her.*
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Post by maron on Nov 10, 2009 23:35:35 GMT -5
Maron cried for a few more minutes in silence. Finally though she seemed cried out, unburying her head but keeping her eyes closed, suddenly remembering why she'd come here.
"I need to get something on these before they swell..."
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Post by conner on Nov 10, 2009 23:37:36 GMT -5
*Conner then kissed her on her forehead. Consentrating to not suck her energy.*
Well lets help those bruises. I'll help.
*He then got up and helped her get up and into the bath room.*
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