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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 2:18:52 GMT -5
Fiona moved past Veronica as the woman held the door open. She was drawn to the scent, like a craving, and obsession. Her gaze searched the room, until she spotted Johnny and the other guy, who belonged to the blood she could smell. Her gaze darkened, more humans. The scent nearly drove her crazy. She didn't see much blood, but he was unconscious.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:23:36 GMT -5
Veronica ran past Fiona and Mona and motioned towards Johnny.
Veronica dropped to her knees before Johnny and held him.
"Are you ok?"
Johnny nodded.
"What happened?"
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:25:14 GMT -5
Johnny looked up at Veronica; he was relived she was here.
"I don't know," Johnny replied. "I'm asking myself that very question right now."
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:25:47 GMT -5
Veronica saw the ice bracelet on Johnny's hand.
"What's this?"
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:26:52 GMT -5
"Ask Myzrael." Johnny replied. "He had these ice needles pinned on Trist's chest, took them out and pointed them at me. Instead of darting me, he wrapped one around my hand."
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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 2:29:25 GMT -5
Fiona approached, what was left of her humanity was concerned, yet the beast wanted to attack and finish the job, but without the full moon, it had no control.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:35:46 GMT -5
Johnny motioned off the stage with Trist in his arms.
Johnny approached the second isle, kicked a seat down and placed Trist over it. Johnny took a seat next to Trist.
"Anyone got a smoke?"
Veronica gave Johnny a cigarette and her lighter.
"So," Johnny began as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag before asking. "What were you girls up to?"
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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 2:41:51 GMT -5
Fiona stared at Trist's body. She lifted her chin and glanced to Johnny as he spoke. And smoked. She eyed him, for a human, he was calm, while the other was out cold. "What were you up to," she shot back. Whatever happened to Trist, she was sure Johnny hadn't done it. It had non-human written all over it.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 2:50:31 GMT -5
Johnny looked up at Fiona and replied, "I don't know how to describe what just happened." Johnny took another deep drag. "I came in, and this blinding light filled the theater. Trist was suspended in air, and Myzrael, the angel, was floating before him. Then this dark..." Johnny couldn't even begin to describe it... " 'Creature' came from behind me... I had these urges... And I saw road... And heat... And suddenly, something inside me was hurting. I felt pain... And then the 'creature' disappeared and Trist fell limp on the stage..."
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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 2:57:08 GMT -5
Fiona frowned at him. This city brought strange people. "That just sounds like a dream," she told him. The angel, she knew he had something to do with it. But possibly, was there something about Trist that wasn't normal for a human?
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 3:01:48 GMT -5
Johnny nodded and said, "I wish it was... I wish it was. The pain I felt was just all to real to be a dream."
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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 3:07:57 GMT -5
Fiona licked her lips. "Pain just proves you still exist."
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 3:14:02 GMT -5
"I know." Johnny replied. "Ain't it a bitch?"
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Post by Tig on Feb 25, 2009 9:49:54 GMT -5
Fiona chuckled. "Depends on what way you look at it."
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 25, 2009 10:30:46 GMT -5
Johnny chuckled. "Pain's a bitch I want nothing to do with!"
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