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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 12, 2017 21:18:08 GMT -5
Phallon just gave me an idea, hehehe....)
They continued along in silence for a few minutes, staying side by side the whole time, or Phallon in front. With The sidewalks being as crowded as they were, he sometimes had to go behind her to move out of the way of groups of friends or even people mindlessly looking down at their phones. However, he never allowed her to go behind him, as he had to be the one to keep an eye on her. Right now was one of those times where he was jogging slower behind the woman, his eyes always scanning the crowd ahead, but as he looked back he noticed a man, only a couple yards behind, suddenly turn his head away. Suspicious, Shane turned his attention back to Phallon in front of him and piped up to her, "Let's go down the next alleyway and take a small break. My leg is starting to cramp." But really, he just wanted to see if this man behind them was following them.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 12, 2017 22:02:35 GMT -5
"It happens to everyone," Shane said as they turned into the alley and stopped. He suddenly pulled her close then with his arm wrapped around her waist, but it was definitely in a protective way. He ignore any protests she had as he held her there and only moments later the man appeared around the corner.
He was a slightly overweight man with a regular t-shirt and jeans on and a brown coat as well. His hair was short and black but actually not messy. It seemed rather well kempt, to be fairly honest. When he saw Shane holding Phallon like he was and facing him, a look of shock flashed across his features, but then the man smirked. His eyes harboured a sinister look while he stared the pair down. "So, you know I was following you, huh? I gotta say, I'm a bit surprise," he told Shane mostly, his voice rather deep but smooth.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 12, 2017 22:54:31 GMT -5
The man just gave a little chuckle at Phallon's question. Her attitude rather pleased him, as he found it quite amusing. Her cheeks were still a bit red from Shane holding her as well, and this only added to how funny he found her. "Because, sweet heart, I need you for my business," he answered with a malicious smile. Reaching into his coat, a small handgun was soon produced, and he aimed it at them as a threat. "Now, you two are gonna do everything I say. Got it?"
The moment the man reached into his coat, Shane let Phallon go and stepped in front of her to act as a shield, knowing what was coming next. He'd seen it a million times. The look on his face was actually one of chilling calmness. It was as if the man wasn't at all afraid of possible future events. Or perhaps, he'd already predicted what was going to happen and mentally worked out how to counter it. "You're not taking her," he stated sternly, his feet firmly planted on the ground and his chest puffed out slightly to seem even more intimidating, but the other man didn't seem fazed.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 13, 2017 8:41:02 GMT -5
Business? Phallon's sudden burst of confidence faded away as she watched the ma reach into his coat. He had a gun. Run, her body screamed at her. If she ran, she could hide. The man might have been able to follow them in the street, but in the alleyways, she could loose him. It didn't matter if she got lost in the process. So long as she lost the man. Yet her plans for escape were put on hold as Shane stepped in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest, this time out of fear. If the man shot, Shane would be hit. From the way he was standing, he didn't give off the impression that he would try to dodge out of the way. She couldn't leave him if he was hurt, but she couldn't defend herself against a gunman. "Shane," Phallon muttered, grabbing hold of the back of his shirt, as if trying to will him not to do anything stupid, and to hide the fact that her hand was shaking slightly.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 14, 2017 18:42:43 GMT -5
"Just stay behind me," Shane told Phallon quietly, his voice surprisingly steady. there was no doubt in his mind that he was scared. In his lifetime, he'd been on the receiving ends of guns a lot, but it never ceased to send some fear into his heart. Yet, he knew the best thing to do was to stay calm. No matter how much he wanted to run, he had to stay calm, and he had to protect Phallon. In this moment, however, the job wasn't even on his mind; it wasn't a reason to keep the girl safe.
The man took a step forward, holding the gun level with Shane's chest. He still was a few yards away, but the possibility of the bullet missing if fired was slim to none at this distance. "Step aside. I'm not afraid to kill you if I have to. I'd just rather not waste the bullet," he said to the taller man, his voice cold and sinister. "Get on the wall."
Analyzing the situation, Shane frowned and stepped aside. Slowly, he moved towards the brick wall nearest to him and pressed his chest to it, spreading out his hands onto it as well. But he kept his gaze locked on the criminal. his blue eyes showed nothing but deep desire, a desire for revenge to a crime that had not quite yet been committed.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 14, 2017 19:10:23 GMT -5
"Ah, hey now. Don't you go running off, little lady. If you do then I'll have to shoot your not-so-little friend here," the man told her, grinning now. He stepped forward, taking more and more steps until he was right in front of her. He then roughly grabbed for her wrist but kept the gun pointed at Shane the whole time. "Let's go, and don't scream. I hate it when they scream."
Shane could only turn his head as far as it would go and watch as this assailant reached for Phallon's wrist. His eyes were mostly focused on the man's body posture, however, and where his dark brown eyes were watching. The gun was pointed at his back, but the man's eyes were on Phallon. His chance would come up any second now.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2017 19:31:20 GMT -5
Phallon wanted to turn and bolt down the alley, yet she didn't want the man to shoot Shane. That didn't mean she didn't try to fight him off. She tried to pull her arm away, to kick him, anything that might loosen his grip even the slightest. It might have worked if her movements weren't panicked. If she had ever known any self defense in her life, she certainly didn't show any signs of it now. This wasn't like the time she was jumped in Wal-Mart. That guy had just a life. This man had a gun and had even got Shane to obey his commands.
"S-Shane," she called while she still had control of her voice's volume. It was difficult, but at least she scream. She wanted to, more than anything she wanted to scream. "Get away from me! P-please, just leave me alone," she muttered to the man. When it was clear that she wasn't getting free, her good sense started to leave. Before she could stop herself, she cried out an octave higher, "Shane!"
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 14, 2017 19:42:10 GMT -5
The man wasn't letting go anytime soon, as his grip was a vice around her wrist. With her struggling, however, it gave Shane the chance he needed. While the man's eyes and attention were focused on Phallon, the guardian more swiftly from the wall, first ducking and darting off to the side in case the gun which was still pointed near him was fired. It was, actually. From Phallon kicking the man in the shin, the gun went off, but Shane had already moved away from the wall. He was behind the man in seconds, and thanks to Phallon's distraction, he was able to pull a small syringe from his pocket. Quickly, he bit off the cap and jabbed it into the man's neck. The assailant jerked in Shane's direction from the needle prick, but soon he started to sway on his feet and the pistol was dropped. Shane caught him before he could fall, and their enemy's eyes began to get rather distant and tired looking. "Shhhh, just sleep now," the guardian told him then laid him down on the paved ground as the criminal fell into unconsciousness. Shane instantly looked up at Phallon from where he crouched by the man now, worry in his eyes. 'Are you alright?"
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 14, 2017 20:05:24 GMT -5
Shane stood up and simply placed one hand on Phallon's shoulder and the over over her mouth. "There's no need to yell," he told her calmly then removed both hands from her. He looked down at the man and then at the pistol. "I know how to deal with people wielding guns. Don't worry about that," he told her as he picked up the small handgun then checked the ammo clip. Three bullets left. He shot it sometime before and hadn't reloaded since.
He put the clip back into the gun and looked back down at the man again, the tiny syringe Shane had used lying by the man's arm now. "I just used a fast acting sedative. And it's better you don't ask how I got it." Suddenly, he held the gun out to Phallon, offering it to her. "Do you wanna shoot him, or should I? No point in letting him live with all the awful things we both can only guess he's done, especially with that 'business' he wanted you for." He looked at her with a steady gaze, completely serious. She could take that gun if she wanted and kill this man for some sort of revenge.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 14, 2017 22:33:11 GMT -5
I've got nothing planned that this would interfere with. Go ahead and do whatever you want, but thanks for asking first. I think Shane offing the guy would be a good time for that memory to resurface, as it seems to be relatively the same deal.)
Shane only gave a small shrug in response. It had honestly been a test to see if she would revert to such ways, but at the same time he could totally get why someone would want to kill him. After all, he wanted to, and he was going to. When she didn't take his one offer, the man didn't give her a second chance for it. He held the gun properly in his hand and, without any hesitation at all, ended the criminal's life. He then simply stuffed the gun in his pants, not going to leave it at the scene for fingerprints to be discovered. He'd have to definitely call the Organization, though, to take care of all this.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2017 23:00:58 GMT -5
The world turned cold. Phallon watched in absolute horror as Shane made quick work ending the man's life. The sound of the gunshot rang in her ears, the scent of gunpowder and blood overwhelmed her. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, her shoes, her clothes, and her hands. The scene in front of her was no longer of a man who would have gladly killed them laying dead in an alleyway. It was of a tiny, dim kitchen like the one from the motel, a man lying in a red pool, and the wailing of a woman. She couldn't stop the bleeding. How did one little wound create this much mess? The man wouldn't wake no matter how roughly she shook him or screamed his name. Why wouldn't he wake? Da! Da! No response. Just lifeless green eyes staring at the ceiling. Please wake up! Da!
Her stomach heaved. Stumbling blindly, Phallon backed away from the body. She had to escape the sight, but even when she turned her back to the criminal, she could still see the body of her father. Her body was trembling from shock. It was all the woman could do to make it to one wall to lean against. She felt sick and feint. Sweat had broken out across her skin, only adding to the misery of things. Phallon tried to take deep breaths to help calm herself, to still her heart that was racing way too fast, but all she ended doing was bending over to lose her breakfast.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 15, 2017 23:13:35 GMT -5
I'm currently on iPad, so forgive any autocorrect I don't catch)
Shane watched her with a large amount of concern. He hadn't thought this would trigger such a reaction since he'd already killed two men to keep her safe. Murder wasn't in her criminal file - if it was then the woman would not be in this program - so he had no idea why this would send her into such a downward spiral by having someone else killed, even if it was done with a gun and not by a knife or breaking of bones. His worry only increased when she started to stumble back with wide eyes and her face going pale. He took a step towards her to try and offer some comfort, but she only leaned against the wall and soon was having her eggs and toast make a reappearance. He did wait for her to finish throwing up to go to her and then rub her back as she breathed and coughed after. "Just breathe and try to relax. You're safe. I'm sorry," he told her, going on about she was okay and how he was sorry a couple more times.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 16, 2017 23:00:55 GMT -5
Shane didn't move away even though she was clearly very shaken up and probably about to heave up more breakfast by the looks of things. He understood the Irish and furrowed his brows in confusion, confusing as to why and how she was was speaking in Irish right now instead of English. As much as he hated to admit it, it was just another clue that something was going wrong in her mind, with their plans. The Organization had messed up somehow, and, coupled with the other various bits and pieces he'd learned from her, this piece of information gave him an answer to a question he wanted to ignore. She was regaining her memories. There was no other explanation for all of this: her weird dreams, singing an Irish song in the language while cooking, knowing a random recipe, and now this. She had to be regaining her memories, little by little. But two questions now stood, looming over the tall man's shoulders and pressing its weight on them. How much did she remember? And What was he supposed to do about it?
The Organization would obviously want him to turn her into them again, but what would happen to her, he did not know. Her memories could be erased again, or they could very well just give up on her case. They could call it not worth it any longer and dispose of her. He couldn't have that. no matter what oath he took, no matter how his honor and pride would be hurt, he couldn't turn her into them. If he could still help her establish a new life, then they would leave her alone besides some exclusive, random check ups now and again. If he could manage to get her to be a normal citizen, then everything would be okay. However, that wasn't the only problem at hand right now.
As Phallon broke down, he continued to rub her back lightly with a big frown on his face. "I had to. Who knows what horrible things he has done? I couldn't let him live to do more of that," he answered her quietly then allowed his voice to get very soft. "I have to keep you safe. I'm sorry." He was sorry that she had had to witness such a terrible and gruesome scene, but he'd kill anyone he had to if it meant keeping her safe.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 17, 2017 8:14:13 GMT -5
Slowly, Phallon turned her head to look at him. Her first response was to say that he had done nothing wrong, but her brain filtered out that he was talking about the man they had just faced, not her father. Tears flowed down her face, but she didn't seem to notice them. Shane's face was back to normal. It was showing emotions of concern and remorse. Not the cold face he had worn moments when he shot the man. She didn't like that face. Nothing good ever came when he wore it. It was as if he went into a trace where he didn't care what happened, so long as a threat was gone. She'd hoped he wouldn't have to show that side of himself again since the first attack, but in a city like this, she should have known that would have been near impossible. Now he was the Shane she preferred, the Shane that she had spent months with. It was hard for her to think he was the same person just moments ago.
"I want to go home," The woman said, still in Irish. She needed to get away from the alley, from the man laying just feet away from them. It was all she could do to keep her gaze from shifting over to the body. If she did, she'd probably lose what little composure she had left. She felt trapped there. "I want to go home."
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 21, 2017 14:59:16 GMT -5
I've started an online college course now, so I'm not sure how much more time this will consume. Also, I'm also trying to spend more time with my friends and boyfriend before leaving for actual college in the fall. So yeah, update)
Seeing the look on Phallon's face right now, those tears slowly making their way down her cheeks, it hurt him so much inside. Though he could be a pretty ruthless killer if need be, the man still had a genuine heart and concern for others. At her choked out, Irish words, he nodded and now placed his arm around her mid-body for what little comfort he could offer and for protection. He then began to lead her out of the alley from the other end and up the street, heading back to their temporary home.
Once back, he would have to send a quick report to his bosses, stating what had happened and the force he had been obligated to use. They would take care of the crime scene and deal with police, if they even got involved. The odds of someone calling them from hearing a gunshot was quite slim, however. He just hoped that he could get Phallon calmed down first, because that report wasn't going to happen until he was sure she would be okay. But for now, all he could do was walk back to the motel with her and hold her close.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 21, 2017 15:17:34 GMT -5
(I completely understand. Real life comes first. That's what's more important than an rp. Don't feel as if you have to go out of your way to reply to me. If you have something you have or want to do, go do it.)
Phallon leaned against him slightly as he led her out of the alley, grateful for his arm around her. It was probably the only thing keeping her going. Had she been alone, there was a good chance she would have just ran off in some random direction. That just felt like the most natural response, to run and hope whatever was behind her wasn't following. She would have ended up lost or in an even worse situation if she had done that now. These streets were carved from trouble.
The walk back to the hotel did help clear her mind. Whether it was because they were away from the dead man, or the fact that she had to watch where she was going, it didn't matter. The tidal wave of emotions that had overtaken the woman was finally starting to ebb away. By the time they reached their room, she was back to speaking in English. "I don't think I feel up to Frisbee," she muttered the moment they walked into their room, still a little shaken. "I think I'm just going to shower and chill here." Of course, she didn't need a shower, but the memory of the blood on her hands and clothes made her skin crawl. A warm, or scalding, shower would help assure her that it as fake, just all in her head.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 21, 2017 15:59:41 GMT -5
Don't worry, I won't. I just wanted to update you one what's going on so I don't just leave you hanging.)
"Yeah, okay," Shane responded simply and removed his arm from her once they were in the safety of their motel room. He shut the door behind him and locked it both with the deadbolt and chain lock. The incident had made him be just a bit more cautious than before, if that was even possible. The man then looked back to Phallon to offer some words of comfort, but when he opened his mouth none came out. Surprisingly, not one word actually came to mind of what he could say. The situation was not okay, she was obviously very shaken, and he'd killed yet another man in front of her. Even if he did it in her defense, and maybe his own self-defense, there was still a sense that his actions had made her fear him, if even just a little bit.
He decided it best to just crash on the couch and send that report in while she was in the shower. But he'd keep an ear out to be ready to try and offer comfort at a later time if he happened to ehar her crying some more, or possibly being scared or hurt. His instincts were on high alert right now. Closing his mouth form not offering those soft words now, he just gave her a nod and then turned and went to the couch where he sat down and pulled out his phone. He'd have to figure out what to do with this gun too, as it was still in his pants. He'd probably have another work member come to get it in the night or something.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 21, 2017 22:50:23 GMT -5
(Thanks. I hope everything's going well with your online classes.)
The moment his arm pulled away, she felt vulnerable. Phallon knew they were safe here, well, as safe they could be, but having Shane's arm holding her gave her a sense of security not even the locked door did. She spared the briefest of glances to her companion's face. A silence stretched around them. What was she waiting for? Comfort? Another hug? Questions about what had happened to her? Whatever she expected, it didn't come. Leaving him in the main room, she headed off to the bathroom.
Phallon waited until the water was as warm as it as going to get before stepping inside the shower. It was hot, but not enough to burn. She didn't bathe or wash her hair. There was no need to. They hadn't been jogging long when they were attacked, so she hadn't even broken a sweat. She just let the water run over her, clearing her mind. As she relaxed, the woman thought back to the events of the day. While the newly acquired memory still lingering, she was able to push it to the side as she reviewed what actually happened. Shane suddenly pulling her into his arms. Shane stepping away from her at the criminal's command. The fear the first gunshot brought when she had thought for a moment that Shane might have been shot. Shane's expressionless gaze as he offered the gun to her and then killing the man without a second thought.
She would be lying if she said he hadn't scared her. There was always something about him that scared her. It had been there on the very first day they meet when he had taken the lives of the other two men. Shane was a killer. There was no denying it. Yet the man had made it easy to forget his dangerous nature. Every joke, every plan of action for work, every mock fight over the bed, every smile, especially the smiles, all of it had hidden the fact that this man could harm her and probably wouldn't have any regrets about it. She knew so little about him, about what he was hoping to gain by helping her. Then again, she never really seemed to care. Shane was her own personal body guard, and she was willing to keep him there.
When Phallon finally turned off the shower, the water was running cold. A shiver ran down her spine as she died off. The young woman didn't bother with changing into a new change of clothes. Since she didn't plan on leaving the motel, she simply pulled on her sleep pants and shirt before heading back out to the living room.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 1:37:32 GMT -5
Thanks :3)
The whole time Phallon was in the shower, Shane was on the couch. He had first texted his bosses about the situation, and they said they would take care of it. They had just told him to keep the gun on hand for if it would ever possibly come in handy. He wasn't too happy about that, but he had stashed it away in his bag for now. He never really planned on using it, though. It's not like he didn't have a hundred other ways of killing a person if the need arose, which it very well could in this city. The need had come twice in a little over a month, so it could easily come again.
Currently, the man was still on the couch, but in a much different position than just sitting on it like a normal person. No. This time his feet and legs hung over the back of the couch at the knees. While part his back was where one would usually sit down, his head were where his feet would normally be, along with the rest of his back. He was basically upside down on the couch with his hands together on his belly.
Thankfully, he had changed his clothes and washed his face off due to the blood which had splattered from the man. There hadn't been much on him, but there was enough that he felt it best to change clothes and wash up so as not to upset Phallon any more than she already was, and because it was also just common sense. Instead of his jogging outfit, he now had on sweatpants and nothing else. If they were going to spend the day there, he figured he might as well be comfortable and didn't bother putting a shirt on. He was watching the TV from his odd position and didn't seem to notice Phallon coming out of the bathroom. The man did notice, taking notice of everything happening around him, but he felt it best to not acknowledge it in case she didn't want to talk or anything.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 22, 2017 12:56:53 GMT -5
The sight of the tall man laying upside down was something Phallon hadn't been expecting. She had never seen him in such a position in all the time he had been staying here. It amused her enough to make her lips twitch into a small smile. "You'll give yourself a crick in your neck laying like that," she muttered, crossing her arms lightly in front of her. Stopping by the couch, she stared down at him. At this moment, it was as if nothing has happened. Just a regular, lazy day off. Yet her memory kept nagging at the back of her mind. Should she tell him about it? She wanted to, but she had no idea how to bring it up. So instead, she took a seat on the floor, leaning back against the couch beside where his head was dangling off the cushions. Pulling her knees up, Phallon glanced up at the TV.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 14:00:30 GMT -5
Shane merely turned his head slightly to look at her as she spoke. He knew she was feeling better simply because of the way she spoke, and that tiny smile he saw come onto her face helped indicate that as well. His plan had worked. "Nah, I'll be fine. I've slept in worse positions, so watching TV like this is nothing," he told her then looked back to the screen. Nothing particularly interesting was on right now, so he had it simply set to SpongeBob Squarepants. He knew that cartoons tended to help when people were upset, too. Their whimsical nature just did something good to the brain and allowed it to relax a little bit better. "How was your shower?" he asked then. "I hope you saved some warm water for me for tonight."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 22, 2017 14:29:46 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry, you wanted hot water too?" Phallon asked. It was a poor attempt of a joking response, but at least she was trying to get things back to normal. "It was good. It helped clear my head a bit." There was a pause. Then, "I'm sorry I freaked out. I don't know what came over me."
She didn't need to apologize. After all, it wasn't like she had wanted that memory to crash through her. But she didn't know what else to say. For a month, she had never let herself worry or get frustrated about the situation she had been placed into. The woman merely took everything in stride and tried to make the most of it. She had no idea what she might have lost or left behind, so as far as she knew, there was nothing for her to lose. There was no reason for her to become upset. Now she had found out that she had already lost a lot more than she wanted to realize.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 15:41:40 GMT -5
Shane raised a brow at the apology. That's what stuck out to him, not the joking attempt. "Why would you say that? You had every right to freak out," he told her but didn't move from his position to offer a comforting arm or anything. he felt it might not be the best thing right now if it may possibly trigger something else, like her breaking down and crying again perhaps. He only wanted to be careful. "I'd be honestly surprised if you hadn't freaked out. Don't apologize for it, alright?" A frown was now plastered on his face, but with his positioning it wasn't as effective as a frown normally would be.
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