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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 5:40:37 GMT
"Amber?" he called, watching as the nurse took her dear sweet time getting to the room. "What do you want? I'm kind of busy here!" she snapped, looking aggravated. "Can we leave yet?" Antosha asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes at her. "Does the girl know my name?" Amber was grumbling, mostly feeling pain in her feet and head. Stupid suicidal kids, can't they just do the job properly? Antosha snorted at her thoughts and started packing up Diane's papers.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 5:46:44 GMT
"Amber..." she said slowly, looking confused between them. /Surely she'll know that you just said it....?/ she thought to Antosha. It worried her a little at the thought of being let out when she could just suddenly forget who she was, especially if Mayu was still away.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 22:37:56 GMT
"Good enough." with that said Amber left, headed for home. Antosha smiled, his eyes twinkling with devilish charm. "Awesome, come on Dea! Let's go home, shall we? Or maybe the movies, got anything you want to see?" he was looking around the room quickly, checking to make sure he had grabbed everything before practically launching off the walls. "I can't wait to get out of this dumb!" his voice was loud enough for many people to hear, but no one came to bother them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 22:45:47 GMT
She gave a very fake pout as she watched the writing going back into the bag, "You mean no more morphine?" she said, though she smiled quickly, trying to take the needle out of her arm. "Bugger..." she said, the simple task hard for her to concentrate on, and bruising her arm quickly. Eventually she managed, sliding herself out of bed slowly. "Lead the way, I don't mind," she said standing up slowly, looking around herself with interest. "As long as I have someone to remind me next time I forget, I really don't mind."
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 23:06:00 GMT
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, lifting up the bag with ease. Figuring he could take care of both if he needed to. "So Dea, want to go shopping or maybe get some food?" Antosha was smiling, watching carefully as some passing dark girls glared at Diane. They seemed to hate her, maybe it was because of his choice of attire that made them that way? He read one of their shirts then chuckled. "Come to the dark side, we have cookies." he snorted, walking past them to the entrance doors.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 23:12:49 GMT
She shrugged, keeping close to him as she walked forwards, finding that her legs must have half gone to sleep. How long had she been in that bed? She didn't want to ask. "Whatever you want to do," she said with a shrug, "Just if I see a film I'd want one I've seen before in case I get confused half way through..." she said with a small laugh, not even noticing the girls glaring at her until they were already gone and Antosha had made his comment. "It's not nice to make fun..." she said, teasingly glaring at him.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 23:24:42 GMT
"Hey! I'm not making fun, just admiring their clothes. Think they have a goth clothing store here, hopefully Hot Topic?" he smiled, looking around. A rather tall guy walked by, his hair done up with liberty spikes. Antosha looked at him, grimaced and darkened his expression before speaking. "Where's It?" he asked, his voice back to Russian. "Past the Half way House." the guy guffawed, walking on by. Antosha waited a few minutes before breaking into a smile. "Sweet! Actual shopping, wanna come with Dea?" he was excited, and slightly hyper. Though as soon as they entered the store that would have to change.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 23:32:24 GMT
She looked confused and slightly afraid of these people. Even as she'd been around Gothic and alternative styles so much, she was still slightly daunted by them. "Um..." she said, unsure. What was 'Hot Topic', anyway, and was she supposed to know? Would she not stand out, or feel dragged around? It was slightly strange knowing she would end up as the one dragged around the shops; then again, there was always something slightly role reversal about Antosha and Diane. "Sure, why not?" she said with a shrug.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 23:47:30 GMT
Antosha offered her a smiled and then let it fade away, his emotion showing was anger and sadness. Perfect for the store, which was standing in front of them, looking completely normal. He walked inside, the outside light quickly dimmed. Welcome to goth heaven. He smiled inside, scanning through the rows and rows of clothing and shoes, anything else was off to the side. "Dea, would you like to meet some of my friends?" he asked sweetly, though his voice still dark and angry.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 23:55:16 GMT
She was, to put it simply, terrified, but gave a small nod all the same. She was glad she still felt the affects of the drugs, clutching desperately to the quickly fading floating feeling. "Sure." she said a little too quickly, looking around. Some of the stuff, though she'd never wear it, was nice, though to her it seemed more like dress up then fashion.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 0:04:56 GMT
A small girl, smaller then Diane eve, came up to Antosha. Her ultra pale skin and even paler blond hair contrasted well with her dark clothing, she was smiling enough to reveal false, but real looking, vampire fangs. "It's been ages, Scar." she said, looking Diane up and down. Another figured walked up behind her, his head reaching just at Antosha's. He had black hair, false hot pink eyes, and matching vampire teeth. "Welcome back, Scar. Who's your friend?" he nodded his head at Diane, wondering what she was doing in this store.
"Ahhh. Dea, these are my friends." Antosha stated the obvious. He pointed to the girl first, "Dea, meet Snow. Snow, this is Dea." he turned to the boy, smiling. "Crow, Dea. Dea, Crow." then he slipped his arm back around Diane's shoulders. "It's alright, they don't bite. Much." he laughed at the sad little joke.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 0:11:53 GMT
She blushed, laughing nervously at the joke. I sure hope they don't bite with those teeth... she thought to herself jokingly, though she was too nervous to say it out loud. "Nice to meet you..." she said slowly, wondering if that was the right sort of thing to say in this situation. "Please, call me Diane," she said slowly with a smile.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 0:24:48 GMT
Crow glared at Diane and walked away, headed for the piercing section. Leaving Snow alone with the two of them, she smiled. "So, Diane, how is it you know Scar? We haven't seen him in ages, everyone thought he'd done himself in." she laughed, a high pitched scream. Antosha winced, forgetting just how much like glass Snow could be. "Sorry, Dea. Would you like to see our more colorful section?" he glared at Snow, who ignored him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 0:30:35 GMT
She blushed, guessing she must have done something wrong. "Oh, we're just friends from school I guess," she said with a shrug, looking up at Antosha. "And really, I don't mind the black. Some of its very pretty," she said, looking around at some of the tops and dresses in envy - particularly the corsets. "I don't think I'd be able to pull any of it off..." she said with a nervous laugh, self consciously pulling herself closer into Antosha.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 0:35:32 GMT
Snow watched her carefully with ice blue eyes then snatched up a dress Diane was eying, grabbing a matching corset. She glanced at Diane's feet and grabbed a pair of shoes that would fit and match the outfit. "Try it, changing rooms are in the back." Snow pointed to a sign reading "Beware= We bite" Antosha laughed, watching to see what Diane would do. "Snow! Don't force her! Besides, add the blood-red corset for just a splash of color!" he whined, leaning against the walls. Snow glared at him, "Silver corset." her voice was steady, resolving the issue. She wasn't asking Diane to try it, more of demanding it.
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