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Post by redhavoc on Jan 31, 2012 21:28:40 GMT -5
*We lapse into silence, which is more comfortable for us than most people. I shift in my seat, never truly comfortable thanks to my injuries, and feel the gun and holster under my jacket. I kinda want to go shoot a target or something, but I'd feel weird using another person's gun just for practice. Maybe a knife...*
*I pick up the camera and examine it idly as someone shouts about enchiladas*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 1, 2012 1:41:00 GMT -5
You never answered my question, *I comment after a few minutes of silence.* Do you want to stay with the killjoys? You seemed to like the one with the white and purple shirt.
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 1, 2012 1:50:38 GMT -5
*I stare into space for a few seconds before I start writing: 'Arson? I like her alot, she stayed with me when I was almost dead. I owe them alot, Max, they got me out of the Tower. I have to repay them somehow... but I'll stick with you when I am well enough, if you don't mind me tagging along'
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 1, 2012 1:54:25 GMT -5
*I nod. Repaying debts is something I can understand. And I have a grudging sort of gratitude towards anyone who helped Red. I had previously limited such a feeling to the purple-haired medic, but I suppose I should extend it to this 'Arson'... not that I plan on making friends with any of them any time soon.* Of course I don't mind. But I want you healthy first.
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 1, 2012 2:02:38 GMT -5
'Being so helpless is driving me crazy' I write 'And I feel like all my muscle has just melted away... I want to get strong again!'
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 1, 2012 2:06:29 GMT -5
*Her words remind me of what Wilson did, but I make an effort not to get angry again. She's still here, and she's still fighting. For now, that's what matters.* You will. You just have to be patient.
*I see the look on her face, and almost smile* How about this. Step one in Red's rehabilitation training. *I get up, pocketing her notebook and pen so she doesn't have to try to hold them, and hold out both my hands* Stand up for me.
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 1, 2012 2:38:53 GMT -5
*I look up at Max for a second, guaging the distance. To many others he would seem to be a foreboding figure, but all I see is my friend and mentor. I take a deep breath and quickly pull myself up on shaking legs. I amost pitch forward, but catch myself on Max's arm. Once my head clears I take my hand away so I am standing on my own. I look around and then up at him, smiling. This is much better than when I pitched down the stairs earlier...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 1, 2012 2:52:03 GMT -5
There, you see? You'll be fighting again in no time. You should have something to eat. Let's see how far you can get on your own, but let me know when you get tired. *We start back out onto the main stage. I'm careful to pace her as she takes her first steps, watching carefully in case I need to catch her. I can tell she's in pain, though she does a good job of hiding it.*
(Moving back to "A Cat Stuck In A Tree", pg. 15, with the next post)
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