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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Apr 22, 2011 21:07:42 GMT -5
Claw tensed up at the contact, watching her warily, smelling the magic that radiated off of her through the folds that restrained the Kelpie's control. he patted her back. "i'll be fine. eventually." when i'm dead, he added mentally to himself.
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Post by Cheyenne on Apr 24, 2011 18:31:59 GMT -5
"And I'm a turkey vulture." Rebekah replied with some sass, showing that while somewhat childlike, she still had some attitude. An attitude which happened to know that Claw was trying to convince her of something he himself did not belief. She detached from him and studied him peculiarly.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Apr 26, 2011 10:24:48 GMT -5
he watched her watching him. "what?" he asked, skeptical.
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Post by Cheyenne on Apr 26, 2011 10:45:20 GMT -5
"Well, you're either being an equivocator or you are trying to convince me of something that you yourself need convincing of. I mean, if you're going to say something intended for assurance, do it more convincingly." Rebekah rambled a bit, chewing at a fingernail. "What it really comes down to is whether or not you want me to stay with you or to leave."
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Apr 28, 2011 19:29:25 GMT -5
"that is your decision. not mine." he said, turning away from her and sitting down, pulling out a medical box and wrapping up his hands before turning to the punching bag and hitting it again. blood seeped through the bandages. he ignored it.
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Post by Cheyenne on Apr 29, 2011 19:02:39 GMT -5
"Which would you prefer?" was all Rebekah asked, watching Claw. She then noted the blood, feeling the water in each and every red blood cell. She walked over, putting her hand on his arm to stop him. "Please, don't hurt yourself." she asked, a slightly pleading twinkle in her eyes.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Sept 24, 2011 17:56:48 GMT -5
"it's better than hurting others. my pain gives me control." he said, turning away from her, avoiding her first question with a bit of embaressment.
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Post by Cheyenne on Sept 24, 2011 18:02:21 GMT -5
"Or a crutch." Rebekah pointed out, wondering if the brazenness was a good idea. Especially when she ignored his attempt to turn from her, rather turning with him so that he was once more in the front of her. She also was not letting him off the hook with her question. "So stay or go?"
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Sept 24, 2011 18:18:23 GMT -5
"why does my opinion matter?" he asked, stepping closer to her and wiping the sweat off of his brow.
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Post by Cheyenne on Sept 24, 2011 18:20:46 GMT -5
Rebekah stepped back slightly, but only to better look him in the eye rather than his chest. "Your opinion matters because you are a living, sentient being with emotions and feelings, which I care about." she responded. "And if you want I will leave. But if you want, I will stay. Your choice."
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 6, 2011 18:55:09 GMT -5
his eyes, full of emotion for a split second, cooled off, leaving nothing but their color staring back. "it's your life. why should my answer affect you. if you stay, you work. if you leave, you work. everywhere, there's work to be done. it just depends on what life you're saving. yours, or someone elses." he said, punching the bag again, his knuckles bleeding again.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 6, 2011 18:59:30 GMT -5
"Because I have a feeling that it's affecting your life too." Rebekah stated, the weight of the sentence hanging in the air like heavy humidity.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 6, 2011 19:09:54 GMT -5
"every person that comes in here affects my life." he said, coldly. he was shutting her out. not again. he wouldn't deal with this again. he couldn't.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 6, 2011 19:18:07 GMT -5
Rebekah noted his iciness toward her. She lifted an eyebrow. Instead of responding verbally, she experimented with the water molocules in the air, seeing how far her abilities could reach. Far enough, she decided. Within seconds the room was ice cold. "I can do that too." she told Claw. "Please give me a straight answer to the question. Don't treat me so coldly." she said gently. "I will not push you and hurt you, but my presence here, right now, is up to you."
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 6, 2011 21:13:55 GMT -5
"than stay." he said, hitting the bag harder.
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