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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 5:55:14 GMT
She smiled, her own eyes turning watery, "I don't want better... I want... A distraction," she said, cringing as she said those words. Those were the exact words she'd used to describe Antosha. "I don't want love or happiness, I want a chaos that I can do something about because..." she looked down, and then back up at Abigail. She took in a deep breath. Well, she'd given her her life story, hadn't she. "T-three years ago, my mother went missing. She-" she paused, swallowing. "We all thought she was dead. She was in a lot of trouble with money and..." she looked down, wrapping her hands around each other. "A week ago a man came up to me, demanding to know if I knew where she was. He... broke my arm, because I didn't know. So, I broke a few rules. Me and Antosha and Brynn, Antosha's... friend, cast a forbidden spell and guess what? Turns out I was right. She was dead." she said, some of the water in her eyes breaking lose. "And I should care because I've known for years and now... I know. I just... know."
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Post by probie on Dec 19, 2009 5:59:32 GMT
"Ill be your distraction, Diane. No more games. I promise. Im sorry to hear about your mother. I wouldnt know what that was like.. I dont have one."
She reached in and wiped a tear from her cheek. Seeing Diane crying hurt Abigail more than anything.
"No more games.. I promise" she mumbled, pulling her in close for a hug, her arms wrapped around Dianes waist.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 6:05:06 GMT
She smiled and laughed, sniffing away her tears, "But I love games!" she said, wiping her own eyes. "I love... chaos. Even this fight is giving me a buzz." she said, her laughter turning histerical as she shook her head, leaning it on Abigail's shoulder, still giggling to herself. "Jeez... I just... love the dance. The dance before you go out with someone. The flirting, the nervous looks. Especially when its someone unattainable. Someone unattainable who can't stop you as much as they can't stop themselves..." she said, trailing off, basically explaining her entire relationship with Antosha. She couldn't hide the love in her voice, the passion as she spoke about it.
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Post by probie on Dec 19, 2009 6:17:39 GMT
Abigail pressed her lips to Dianes, as she pressed her to the wall, her hands on Dianes hips. She'd wanted her all night and it was killing Abigail not being able to have her.
"I want you so bad.." she whispered in her ear.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 6:24:49 GMT
She felt herself against the wall, looking at her in a new light. But her thoughts were all on someone else, the one she wished that was saying that. No, she thought, she would hate if he did that. If he became available, the dance would end. "Abigail..." she said slowly, suddenly feeling something odd. It felt cold on her back, like a nudge. She frowned. "Mathew, you fucking pervert..." she whispered under her breath, then turned to Abigail, smiling nervously. "Um, Mathew is my spirit guide. Kinda like a 'Casper the friendly ghost', but more clingy and less friendly, and he doesn't go away. And he thinks your hot." she said, hardly able to contain her laughter.
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Post by probie on Dec 19, 2009 6:27:33 GMT
"Ew." Abigail said, her upper lip turning up. "Somehow, that makes me sick. Even relatively thinking about me being attractive... Thats just sickening."
"Look, I know you dont want this, so Im going to leave.." she said, gathering her things and turning.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 6:30:06 GMT
She laughed, "And you think it doesn't make me feel sick?" she said, shaking her head, only to see that she was preparing to leave... again. She sighed, and smiled, "You're right, I'm not into it right now. I'm more... traumatized than anything. Don't take it the wrong way, OK?" she asked.
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Post by probie on Dec 19, 2009 6:37:04 GMT
"No, for once, Im taking it the right way. Even if that way disapoints me. I said no games, and I meant it. Whoever it is, Diane, theyre making you alot happier than I ever could." She looked back at her, seeing that distant, love-struck, deer-in-the-headlights kind of look that Abigail herself had only had mere hours ago.
"And keep the necklace. I dont want it back.." she mumbled. "I got it for you. Im going home, Im getting changed, and Im getting wasted. And maybe, just maybe, Ill forget this night, and nearly loosing my life. And be happy again. And who knows, maybe Ill get lucky for once. Your friend needs you. Have a wonderful night. "
No exageration intended. She wasnt trying to hurt Diane, but she knew love when she saw it. And it certainly wasnt Abigail she was in love with.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 6:45:00 GMT
she held onto her arm, nervously saying, "I don't love him..." as she told her to go see her friend. She bit her lip. Not only was she so bad at lying that even she didn't believe herself, but she'd also just linked it to Antosha. She sighed, and looked down, "I... can't love him." she admitted with a shrug, and looked back up to her, "It felt right with you, with someone that loved me back." she said, and looked down, turning away.
"I-I think you're right, Abigail." she said slowly, holding onto herself. "I'd love to be with you, but I can't do that until I get this out of my system." she said, biting her bottom lip, "Because I'm not in love with him, I'm just in love with the dance, and as soon as I see that a waltz is as good as a tango, I can't be with you." she said with a shrug. "I'm sorry, Abigail."
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Post by probie on Dec 19, 2009 6:53:15 GMT
"Stop apologizing." she said, jerking her arm back. She was now utterly disgusted.
"Its a sign of weakness." she growled.
And she left it at that, ignoring that hollow ache in her chest. From here on out, she was going to be as heartess as everyone else here. And maybe take a few people down with her. Screw love. Abigail was done.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 6:57:07 GMT
She smiled and shrugged, "I come from England, babe. If there's one thing we can do its politeness," she said, pulling her arm back. feeling like she was dancing a new dance, a physical one this time as she circled her slowly, a confident tone in her voice and the way she stood. "So sorry. Sorry for saying sorry. And I guess I'll bid you good day," she said, stepping back and tipping an imaginary bowler hat with a half-bow.
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