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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 15, 2004 12:19:31 GMT -5
I made up my mind. I wouldn't let Doc be hurt like that again. Never again. He'd gone through in his childhood what most people never do in their entire lives. I mean, life was unfair but..Never again. Never.
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Post by Maya on Oct 15, 2004 18:29:19 GMT -5
Noone quite knew what to say. It was one of those moments in which saying 'its ok' would be moronic and meaningless, but doing or saying nothing would hurt him... so i made a descision. I stood, and crossed to Doc. He looked up at me abruptly, and i smiled, laying my child in my brother's arms.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 15, 2004 19:19:53 GMT -5
I hadn't quite expected that, if any reaction at all. I looked down at Aila, who just looked up at me. The girl reached up and, abruptly, tried to pull my nose of my face.
"Oh ha ha," I muttered. The tension in the air lifted a bit as every had a chuckle. I looked over at my sister. "Thanks, Mai."
(((I'm not continuin until I have a few more reactions to what's been said so far from a couple of the others. Remember, all the good guys are there, so Del, this means you.)))
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Post by darkmoon on Oct 15, 2004 19:24:47 GMT -5
I was listening to the story, then I looked at my watch, "Damn I gotta go guys, see ya all later."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 16, 2004 2:54:47 GMT -5
I glared at Darkmmon. How heartless can someone be?
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Post by Pepper on Oct 16, 2004 5:09:12 GMT -5
'Wow' I thought silently. He had it worse than any of us. I wished there was some way to make it all go poof. Just like that. Instead, knowing I couldn't I turned myself into the fluffiest cat i could think of and rubbed my head against his leg.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 16, 2004 5:15:39 GMT -5
"Thanks, Peps," I said. Okay, i underestimated them. the worst of it was over, and they didn't hate me. Or at least, some of them didn't.
I looked over at charlotte, silently begging her to say something.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 16, 2004 9:38:01 GMT -5
I could feel him looking at me, waiting for me to say something but I didn't know what. No matter how much you've seen, no matter how much crap you've dealt with there are always things which are impossible to comprehend, impossible to process. It's not that I wasn't trying, really I was but learning of your boyfriend's murderous past is not something there's a handbook for. I had known for a long time that there was pain and horror in his past but I hadn't known how much of it he had caused and how the people I knew, loved and trusted could have sparked off the cyle of pain which led to this pitiful tale. It was only once I forced myself past this that I could look at DOc and wonder at him, marvel at how different he must be now to Francois. I had to pretend the past was over, I knew it could never really be, but I had to tell him that our future would dissociate from the past, both of us. We would leave his ghosts behind him and I would leave mine. I couldn't do it though, the past is not easily forgotten, can't be wiped away. I knew those ghosts would stay with him whatever I said, the same way my fears and memories were only diluted, never dissipated by his presence, by him. I looked at Doc, looked him straight in the eye and I knew that he could read my tiny smile. "It's not just your problem now Doc. It's one we'll share. You nearly allowed it to keep us apart, now let it bring us closer. Your history and mine, we'll let them tie us together. I know we can never get rid of it although I would give anything to do so but being with you helps me live with my past, maybe I can help make yours less painful."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 16, 2004 9:44:52 GMT -5
I looked at Charlie with new respect. She was so kind, so loving. Doc couldn't have found anyone better. It was like they were soulmates, made for each other. They were one together, strong. But they would crumble without each other.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 16, 2004 18:12:42 GMT -5
Relief flooded through me. "Thankyou," I whispered. I was so glad she understood, but it was time to continue. At least the next bit would be easy to tell.
"Des had thought the target would be easy," I continued with my story. "He was a lot tougher than he looked, though, and just when we thought he was done, he gave us a little surprise.
Just as Des was finishing killing him, he through his dagger into a wall, said 'take your spoils demon' and died. Des obliged and the old man got his revenge."
"Her soul," Maya surmised. I nodded.
"The second she picked the Sabre up, she started sobbing, apologising to spectres, to me. I had no idea what the hell was going on, til Master Wong appeared out of nowhere and started to explain. I tried to threatedn him, get him to removed the soul. He laughed at me and swatted me to one side. The he said words I'd never forget.
'Your past does not have to rule you. You have shown yourself to be stronger than you are. I have an offer for both of you, and I will abide by your decision. However, if you continue down your current path, you will never discover the truth.'
"I was intrigued and Des needed the same help she had once given me, so I obliged. After that, everything changed."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 17, 2004 1:48:54 GMT -5
So that was how that had happened. It must have been so well, horrible to have soul after all that. I was glad we'd gotten to Rory quicker.
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Post by darkmoon on Oct 17, 2004 6:11:52 GMT -5
They probably though I was heartless, I had a reason, I noticed Jessy glaring at me, I glared back, I was leaving because I was probably going to start crying soon good old 5-year-old crying, this story reminded me to much of the reason I ws here in L.A, I wasn't going to start crying in front of these guys,Ihad feeling that one of them would come over to make sure I was okay if I did start, that was thelast thingI wanted.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 17, 2004 7:08:38 GMT -5
(((Darkmoon, no offense but have you heard of the full stop? ie .)))
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Post by darkmoon on Oct 17, 2004 23:45:36 GMT -5
((Heard of not dissing the way I write?))
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 18, 2004 0:54:44 GMT -5
(((Heard of hard to understand?))) I loked at Drakmoon. Were those tears in his eyes? At that moment he looked about five. Poor guy.
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