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Post by charlotte on Mar 1, 2012 1:45:34 GMT -5
Charlotte watched as the mermaid swam away and scowled. She wanted him to eat it, not scare it away.
"Home." She said, tugging on his arm. "It's cold, Devon. I wanna go home." She complained, sticking out her bottom lip. She pulled on his finger with what little strength he had. "Stop BLEEDING." She screamed at him, stomping her foot. She sat down beside him, pressing the bottom of her dress to his arm. He held it there, but soon her dress was soaked. She resorted to her doll, laying it down on his arm. She sat on it, looking over at him. "Stop bleeding."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 1, 2012 1:52:29 GMT -5
Home, he didn't know where it was, spending time between his house, staying with Dallas and then Zander. "Home..." He mumbled, drawing in a breath. He watched her try and stop the bleeding curiously for a moment. These had been self created in entirety. Hungry and alone for the night, habit had taken over, he had cut open old scars in the end.
"Tired," He mumbled, sitting up, stumbling weakly to his feet.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 1, 2012 1:58:13 GMT -5
Charlotte grumbled as he got up, pushing her off of his arm. She took that as he didn't want her to go with him. She hugged her blood soaked doll, walking over to the water's edge again. She hugged her doll close, sitting down. She folded her legs under her dress, but it didn't help much. It was wet with blood, and that made it cold. She looked down at the merpeople swimming around. She started dropping stones in, leaning sleepily against a tree. "I'm gonna kill you." She told the water. And she would sit there until she finally did kill one of them.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 1, 2012 9:31:11 GMT -5
Devon crouched beside her, reaching the scoop a handful of water and dump it over his arms. He dried them off with his hoodie but it didn't really matter. Pulling his wings close, he drew them back within himself, watching hr while he pulled the sweatshirt on. Tilting his head, he held a hand out to her quietly.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 1, 2012 14:25:44 GMT -5
She looked up at him. He confused her. Not that she normally wasn't in a constant state of confusion. But he made it much worse. Her thoughts kept going back to whether he was her daddy and why he didn't love her, why he hadn't wanted her to go before and wanted her to go now.
She reached up and took ahold of one of his fingers, holding it tightly. She pulled herself to her feet, barely noticing that her doll was literally dripping blood, that the entire front of her dress was ruined. Someone usually felt bad for her and washed it for her since she refused to change into anything else.
"Where we going?" She asked, moving close to him. She held tightly to his finger, looking up at him.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 1, 2012 17:21:35 GMT -5
Devon gazed at her, a smile gracing his lips. "Home.." He murmured. He thought of going back to Dallas' but didn't want her to see he had cut himself.
Instead he walked slowly, steps faltered and stumbled from loss of blood, and was soon back home. Luckily Dylan wasn't there, his father's both in their room talking.
"Chrystian.."
His brother turned, freezing. "Holy shit," He nearly yelped, frowning. Devon looked down. "No, it's okay Devon, let's get you guys cleaned up.."
He led them to the bathroom. "Shirt off."
Letting go of the girl's hand, he did as he was asked. "You have to take her back where you found her, Dev..she isn't alive....don't you remember? You killed this girl awhile ago."
Devon's jaw clenched and he shook his head defiantly. "No," He insisted. "Devon-"
"No!" He stepped in front of her protectively, watching his brother sigh and finish wrapping his arms. He slumped against the counter, watchig Chrystian approach the girl with a big tee shirt. "Can I wash your things? You can have them back, promise."
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Post by charlotte on Mar 1, 2012 17:38:21 GMT -5
Charlotte watched the two, wrapping one of her arms around Devon's leg. She held onto him, afraid if the man took her doll, he wouldn't give her back.
"You gonna give 'Rissa back?" She asked, looking up at him. She hugged Devon's leg as tight as she could, not trusting the other boy. "I wanna take a bath, Devon." She said, looking up at him. She looked back over at Chrystian, then hesitantly handed him her doll.
"Don't hurt my dolly. She's sensitive." She told him, then wrapped both her arms around Devon's leg.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 1, 2012 18:15:12 GMT -5
"Promise," Chrystian murmured, smiling gently. He eyed Devon, shaking his head, and disappeared.
Devon nodded, sitting at the edge of the tub and running the water until it warmed up enough. He put in the plug, watching it begin to fill up slowly with tired blue eyes, breaths slow. He gazed down at the thin lines of blood beginning to show through the gauze, resting his head against the wall.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 1, 2012 18:21:04 GMT -5
Charlotte watched him, walking over to him and wrapping her little arms around him, trying to make him feel better. She pulled off her dress, then her shorts and climbed into the bathtub. She splashed around in the water a bit, pulling her knees close to her. She looked so small in the big tub. She laid back, washing her hair. She washed off her body, then pulled the plug out. She sat there, watching the water swirl down the drain. She sat there, water dripping down her as she looked up at Devon.
"Done, Devon." She said.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 1, 2012 18:33:37 GMT -5
Devon felt her hug him, watching Chrystian come take her clothes and throw them ing the wash as well. He gawked at the two for a moment, knowing Devon wouldn't understand he shouldn't care about something he had killed.
Devon glanced up as she finished, and it was a good thing he knew how to wash himself or he really would have been helpless. Peering into the cupboard, he pulled out a towel, crouching and wrapping it around her before offering his hand to help her up.
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