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Post by duskin on Jan 23, 2012 16:42:48 GMT -5
Duskin nodded, then looked at the tag. He grabbed three of the same color, three black, and one lighter color. He carried the heavy denim over to the shirts. "Okay, shirts are the part that sucks. Because the same size in two different shirts could be two different sizes. So what I do is find a shirt I like that fits, and compare all the others to that one shirt." He thumbed through a stack of t shirts and tossed him one, then another. "Go see which one fits better."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 23, 2012 20:07:57 GMT -5
Devon trailed after him without a word, took the two shirts and disappeared back into the changing room. After a few minutes he returned, put the larger of the two shirts back. "This one fits better.." He mumbled softly, gazing up at Duskin with those expressionless, baby blue eyes a moment, then back down at the assortment or shirts again.
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Post by duskin on Jan 23, 2012 20:43:13 GMT -5
Duskin picked him up a few different shirts, mostly darker colors, assuming he got bloody a lot. He carried all the stuff to the register, paying for it, and taking the bags. "Shoes, socks, undershirts, and underwear can wait until tomorrow, okay?" He said, then led him back out the store to the car. He put the bags in the back, then put the keys in the ignition and started it. He waited for Devon to get in the car, and drove home.
He parked the car, took the bags out the back, and opened the door, setting the things just inside the door. "Dallas?" He called, the house being entirely too quiet. "Dallas!" He looked around the corner into the living room, then into the kitchen, where he went pale. "DRU I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" He screamed, taking the stairs two at a time, only to find the house empty. He walked back down to the kitchen, looking down at Dallas. She was half on her back, half on her stomach, a knife through her abdomen. Her wings had been torn apart, and she had tried so hard to get away she had broken all her nails. He ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 23, 2012 20:52:06 GMT -5
Devon nodded, getting into the car and gazing out the window on the way back. They pulled up to the house and he got out, following Duskin inside, looked around warily. Then Duskin yelled.. Eyes flashed as he spotted Dallas, teeth gritting as they lengthened scarily fast.
His hands fisted, then he unfurled them as his nails lengthened into dark claws. He turned, looking around. He didn't care where Dru was, he planned on finding her. And before he could be stopped he was moving through the house. If she wasn't here he planned to hunt her down.
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Post by drucilla on Jan 23, 2012 22:38:32 GMT -5
Dru heard them come in, and looked up from the game she was playing. She sat it down on the seat beside her, then opened the sliding glass doors. She stood there, here hand on her hip.
"You're gonna wake the dead. Stop screaming." She said, looking from Duskin to Devon. She saw the both looked angry and shrugged, walking up the stairs into her room, showing no sorrow or remorse for what she'd done. She went into her room, slamming the door shut as she plopped down on her bed.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 24, 2012 1:11:35 GMT -5
Devon spun when Drucilla came inside. Snarling he moved after her, wings bursting through his already torn shirt, the door slamming before he got to it. He threw it open without hesitation, nothing human left in his eyes, nothing remotely under control. He grabbed her by the hair and throat, pinned her on the bed.
"Fucking biiiihhtch!" The words were twisted and dark as he lifted her, shoving her back down angrily in his rage.
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Post by drucilla on Jan 24, 2012 13:14:46 GMT -5
Dru yelped, her eyes turning red. She fell to the bed and looked up at Devon, giving him a kick in the stomach. "Yes, I'm a bitch. What? Your girlfriend got a little scratch? You gotta come take it out on me? What's wrong? She won't fuck you?" She said calmly, her eyes a bright red.
"She's a stupid bitch anyways. She acts like she has no brain. You think she's gonna help you? She can't even help herself."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 26, 2012 17:03:58 GMT -5
Devon snarled. There was nothing human left in his eyes, his actions. Drool ran past too long of teeth and down his cin, claws digging harshly into the skin of Drucilla's arms as he glared down at her angrily, wincing faintly at the hit, his grip only tightening.
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Post by drucilla on Jan 29, 2012 20:05:07 GMT -5
She scowled, looking up at him. "What's wrong? Why do you care so much about her? She's nothing but a fucking freak. She acts like a baby. Why don't you just leave? You're not any safer here with her stupid ass." She spat, narrowing her eyes at him. "She's nothing but a dumb ass. She can't even take care of herself, let alone you."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 22:11:19 GMT -5
Devon grabbed for her throat angrily. "She's already helping me!" He snapped, his eyes blazing. He shook her harshly. "You're like Dylan! I hate you!" Pulling her up by the throat so they were face to face, he bared his teeth again.
He didn't care if this was their sister anymore, didn't care what they would think of him if he hurt her or not.
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