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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:13:32 GMT -5
"Should I call you a cab?"
"No thanks, Mal," I whispered. "I'll just...take a walk. "Let me know when our...'guest' is settled in."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:17:02 GMT -5
"All passengers for flight TBT79HJ to Tibet please go to gate three." I stayed in my seat. Did I want to go?
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:23:55 GMT -5
I didn't go very far. In fact, i stopped at teh fence that looked onto the airfield. Which plane was jessy's? Had she left yet? Should I have gone through teh departure gate, should i get Mal to Prep teh jet?
No. She wanted to leave. that was her choice.
I just didn't know why letting her go hurt so much.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:27:54 GMT -5
I was crying. I only knew I was crying becuase my face was wet. I didn't remember telling myself to cry. And then I saw him, through one of the big windows. So small, in the big windows. Smaller than me. I shouted for him, shouting and yelling and screaming fort him, but the glass was soundproof. Two men in uniform dragged me away.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:31:45 GMT -5
"Jessy," I whispered. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe...
"Doc, Jessy just got a bit hysterical," Mal reported. "She's taken by security," she wouldn't appreciate me showing up, she wouldn't...
What the hell was i doing? I needed to be in there.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:36:00 GMT -5
I was rocking on my chair as a man tried to tell me what I had done wrong. I didn't understand.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:39:04 GMT -5
"I just need to see you're head of security, alright," I said. "my daughter was running away, I think she may be here, alright? Just..." at that point my mobile rang. "Hwllo," i said, answering it, "Yes...I understand. I'm at teh airport now but you're desk people aren't being cooperative. Thankyou," I looked at the person. "She is here. No thanks to you."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:40:36 GMT -5
I looked around the room, frightened. Was this what happened when you got arrested? They put you in a room?
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:44:18 GMT -5
"She got hysterical for some reason, sir," the guard said as they led me towards Jessy." Started screaming and banging on the window. She was desturbing teh other passengers."
"So you lock her in a room like some sort of terrorist?" I demanded.
"what was i supposed to do?"
"Figure out why she went hysterical would be a start," I snapped as we got to the observation room. She was scared, i knew that from the start. "Take me in there."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:46:59 GMT -5
It smelt of disinfectant. Clean. White. Doctors. Death.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:49:09 GMT -5
The door opened I walked in quietly. Maybe she saw me and was telling me to go away. We didn't need her going 'hysterical' again.
"Jessy...?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:52:18 GMT -5
I looked at Doc. At first I felt relieved but my relief was short lived. Anger took over. I managed to aim one punch at his jaw before two men were dragging me back again. "You don't know what it's like!" I yelled.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 4:53:51 GMT -5
"Let her go," I said. they looked at me like I was mad. "Let her go," i said again, more firmly. If she needed to hit me. "I don't," I said to her. "So explain."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 4:59:00 GMT -5
(((A word in capitals means another punch)))
"Everyday being AFRAID. Then you TRUST someone and they let you DOWN. HARD. HARD. HARD." I was dragged back again, struggling.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 23, 2005 5:03:28 GMT -5
I stood there, taking the punches as they come. "Let her go."
"Are you insane?" The guard asked.
"No," I said. "Things happened. She needs to do this. Let her go. And leave the room. I can handle this," the guards didn't like this obviously. "Leave, or I make you," they shrugged and left, i distinctly heard 'his life'. I looked at Jessy.
"I'm sorry, Kiddo," I whispered. "I truly am. I wish it hadn't happened. But it did and I'll take whatever [punishment you feel necessary."
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