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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:43 pm
Area-21 > ??? A familiar bedroom hazily drifts in and out of focus. Untidy; clothes have been strewn all about, with half-finished homework left messily on top of the barely-visible desk. Lewd posters plaster the ceiling. It is morning, though the curtains obscure most of it. His shades are sitting on the night stand, untouched.
To the other side of him, a blonde tuft of hair sticks out from under the covers.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:44 pm
 "... Hey Goosie" Bristan moved over and gave her a cuddle, kissing her forehead.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:51 pm
 The blonde smiled into his embrace, sleepily opening one eye and looking up. As she slowly sat up, rubbing at her eyes, the covers fell away. Oddly, she was fully dressed. She leaned over to return a kiss against his cheek. Drawing back, there was a blood stain on her shoulder. The light suddenly intensified, her eyes peering down at his through a sea of brightness. '...Bristan...?' Her voice sounded distant for a moment, the blinding white light flickering and dimming again. She tilted her head at him, the sound of her voice now lining up with the movement of her lips once more '...You seem different.'
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:53 pm
Bristan's eyes widened at the blood being there, and he simply stared at Goosie, a little freaked out."Different? N-No, I'm no different. How am I?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:59 pm
She leaned forward, resting her arms against his chest and getting to eye level with him. For a moment she was silent before smiling and kissing his lips. The blinding light returned in a flash, washing them both out. '...You forgot your sunglasses...' She said, slowly becoming visible again as his vision returned. She was standing just feet away from him, both now in the middle of the room. Goosie looked past him at the night stand, then reached into her pocket, pulling them out. The blonde held them loosely in her hand, staring down at the shades for a moment before saying '...Hey...promise me something.'
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:02 pm
Bristan took them from Goosie and was about to put them on but was distracted by her. He lowered them again."... Sure. W-What is it...?" The half-dysadin asked, his tail seeking her leg. He did not take his green eyes from her for one second, terrified that she would go away.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:07 pm
'Be good...' She stared at him, flickering in and out of focus. '...And don't make it...'
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:08 pm
"Don't make it? Don't make what? The-The orange stuff?" He whispered."Don't go!" Bristan suddenly demanded, clinging onto her arm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:15 pm
She nodded, stepping up against him to gently pry the sunglasses from his hand. Goosie met his eyes as she slipped the shades over them, saying '...Sorry for not getting them back to you.' Shafts of light seemed to bleed in through the curtains, partially obscuring his view.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:17 pm
 "I'm... sorry I couldn't save you" He mumbled, realising that she wasn't meant to be here. He pulled her closer, feeling his eyes well up as he repeated "Don't go. Don't leave me..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:24 pm
He could feel her arms slipping around him, her cheek pressing against his shirt. 'Shh...' Goosie's voice drifted up toward him, his vision beginning to blur and wash out. '...I'm...' everything went white, flickering back into view just long enough for her to kiss his cheek, leaving only her words to linger when the scene was gone again. '...still with you.'
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 5:55 pm
Bristan found himself in a... bar of some form, a traditional tavern, all wooden, with accents of bronze. It was a little bit like the tavern back in Pandora, but instead of the bustles of people he usually knew, everybody was human, and he did not recognise a face. He called out to the bartender, but had no reply. The music playing was of a slow saxophone, jazzy, and not at all to Bristan's usual tastes, but he had to put up with it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:11 pm
A back room with no discernible signage seemed to draw Bristan toward it, a much gentler crooner song beginning to overpower the sounds of clinking glasses and chattering, laughing patrons. As the dim and smokey bar began to shift out of focus, a warm and beckoning light from the beaded doorway got closer and closer.
The dysadin found himself pushing past the long strands of glimmering false jewels and walking into a cozy but old-fashioned looking living room. Everything was simply colored, the most flourish in design being the pale pink lamp shades with ornate beaded ridges, and a round woolen carpet. A gramophone crackled out a bluesy melody, the grainy music swelling as the boy's attention was drawn to a blonde figure standing by a side table with her back to him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:14 pm
Bristan cleared his throat as he approached the blonde girl, hoping to attract her attention."Uhh. Hi"
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:25 pm
She turned around, her freckled nose and cheeks and eye-catchingly green iris' giving her away immediately when she offered him a warm smile. Her short locks were held in small curls and she wore a simple but pretty white dress.
'Hi, Bristan...' Goosie said softly.
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