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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 22:18:14 GMT -5
Ian stood up to."No. Wanda didnt ask to be fragile. She never asked to be anybody. She didnt ask to be anybody. She didnt wantto be anybody. She wanted to die."he cried out, his voice raising to the level of Annes.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 22:29:02 GMT -5
Anne stared at Ian before her eyebrows pulled together and she frowned. "Maybe you should ask her who she wants to be! Instead of treating her like a fucking child!" She said her voice going a bit higher at the end. She was still wondering why she was defending Wanda. Chicks before dicks maybe? "She's in a 19 year old body, but from her stories she's thousands, even millions of years old! She deserves to be treated like an adult." Her voice going even before turned away and crossed her arms.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 22:37:42 GMT -5
Ian's jaw dropped."Wanda choses for herself. She cares about everyone else before her. Nobody comands her to do something. She is free to do anything she wants."he said. He voice rose to the volume of Anne. Wanda was always given choices and she chose for herself.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 22:45:20 GMT -5
Anne didn't move from her position. "That's a lie Ian. If she did choose for herself she wouldn't be here. If she cared about other's before herself all the time she would be here asking you if you're alright and forgiving you because she wants to know if you're okay." She said her voice dropping at the end. Her fingers dug into her arm and she bit her lip to keep from trembling and breaking into tears.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 22:57:57 GMT -5
Ian could tell that Anne was close to crying. But she was right. Wanda would be here with him asking if he was alright. She would be here if she wasnt mad at him. She was right about another thing. If Wanda did make her choices, then she wouldnt be here. She would be dead. But that would have been her choice. Ian couldnt say anything without making Anne cry. HE walked over to her and held open his arms.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 23:06:58 GMT -5
Anne looked at Ian with his open arms and shook her head before taking a shaking breath. "No. I already messed up you're life enough by kissing you. You don't want to mess it up more by stooping low enough to give me a hug." She said her tone bitter.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 23:13:12 GMT -5
Ian flinched at her tone. He hadnt expected her to be so harsh. He sighed and said, "You wont mess it up with a hug. " he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted her to be happy. He didnt need her to cry.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 23:20:21 GMT -5
Anne tensed when Ian hugged her. Hesitantly she put her arms around him. She let go soon after and rubbed her arm. "I'll make this up to you. I promise." She said before using her thumb to dry her eyes before walking past him. "Thanks." She murmured as she did.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 23:55:09 GMT -5
Ian smiled when she excepted his hug. "Your welcome. Now cheer up."he said. He brushed off his pant and shirt and looked around. He knew it was a random thing."This is wierd,but do you wanna play a game?" he said, smiling shyly.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 23:59:57 GMT -5
Anne shrugged, turning back around. "Sure. If you go easy on me." She said smiling slightly and going into the corner to retrieve the brightly colored ball. "Regular rules? No breaking bones, or the ball?" She asked.
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