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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 18, 2009 3:26:56 GMT
"Enough." Antosha muttered, his voice darker then it had ever been before. His eyes were ringed by dark bags, the evidence of sleep gone long ago. He snapped, unable to take the roller coaster of Diane, at least not today. Someone needed to stop her before she got herself killed, looked like that someone was going to be him. "Diane, relax. Now." his voice missing the usual cheeriness he had in placed. Everyday he added a brightness to his voice, to keep from sounding dark and twisted. But no longer, let the Russian accent spill from his tongue.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 18, 2009 3:34:11 GMT
She stopped dead, slightly afraid of him without the cheerfulness in his voice. She held onto her ankh tightly, staying completely still, though her mind still fizzled and burnt. Relax? How could she? There was only two options, cry or laugh, and Diane didn't enjoy to cry. "I'm OK..." she said slowly, though her voice shook. "Honest, please, just let me go to my room, alright?" she asked, wondering why she needed his permission.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 18, 2009 3:37:55 GMT
Antosha remained where he was, his eyes burning into the wall beside her head. "Fine." the voice remained the same, colder and distant then the usual Anto. A voice like Antarctica, only colder and much more brutal. His eyes, usually filled with so much happiness has disintegrated, filled with a nothingness more severe then a black hole.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 18, 2009 3:51:11 GMT
She rolled her eyes, letting out an irritated sigh. "Sorry Antosha..." she said slowly, before disappearing with Mathew.
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