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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 0:38:21 GMT
She looked at them both with a soft smile, shaking her head lightly and holding out her hands, "I, uh.." she thought quickly, afraid of really offending someone. "I, uh, hit my head, and I don't really want to suddenly forget why I'm in the back of some shop in that dress..." she said with a nervous smile, looking up to Antosha for help.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 0:51:49 GMT
Antosha laughed, backing away guiltily. His hands were held out in front of him in surrender. Snow grabbed Diane's hand, dragging her to the back. "Come on come on, get your clothes off so we can get this baby on you!" For such a small girl she was very feisty. She tapped her foot impatiently, shifting the materials between both her arms. "Oh fudge!" she snapped, dropping the clothes on the floor. "Magic it is." she clapped her hands together, focusing on the clothes. Quickly Diane was dressed in an elegant ballgown, her hair puffed out to support a tiny sparkling tiara, the silver lined corset was on the outside of the dress laced up as tight as Diane could stand it. Snow smiled, holding out the high heeled silver dainty shoes. Crow watched them from a few isles down, standing beside Antosha laughing.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 1:05:19 GMT
She felt afraid, already she had gone through one traumatic experience. Why had Antosha brought her here now? Did he just not want her to be able to remember?
She looked down at the dress, the corset making her look amazing but digging deep into her chest and stomach, lightly bruised from unknown CPR at the hospital. "It's... tight..." she said, feeling her face burning bright red, half from struggling to breath and half from sheer embarrassment.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 1:11:11 GMT
Crow walked across the room and offered Diane a slight smile, loosening the corset with expert fingers. Once he was sure she could breath easily he walked her out of the changing room, twirling her gently. "You've been injured." he said, his voice held no real question, it was simply stating a fact. "He calls you Dea, that means Goddess. Over what do you rule?" he was acting nice for her sake, trying to make up for Snow's actions. Antosha crossed his arms and watched them darkly, ready to rip Crow away from his girl. Then he saw Diane, feeling his jaw fall off. "You look, amazing." he said, giving her a thumbs up.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 1:17:33 GMT
She nodded slowly, even though it wasn't really a question she felt the urge to answer it. "I fell..." she told him, and smiled with a small blush, appreciating his kindess, "But I'll be alright." she said with a small shrug, blushing as she looked back at Antosha, and then down at herself. How had he laughed at her at the party, and not now? "Better then the tiny dress?" she asked him, feeling a little more comfortable now - though she could never wear it in public.
Goddess. His words went in slowly; why did the word Goddess ring a bell? Something about Antosha... and the pictures? "I am the goddess of self-consciousness and stupid mistakes." she said slowly, feeling the urge to rip the dress off suddenly.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 1:24:11 GMT
Crow froze, looking between his Scar and Dea. What had happened between the two, a stab through the heart, something about pictures, hidden desires. This was his specialty. "You've been drawing! You idiot!" he snapped at his friend, pulling away the girl he barely knew. Snow grabbed Diane gently, pulling her back into the room. She snapped her fingers again as the clothes quickly switched. "This isn't your place." she said coldly, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.
Antosha glared at his friends, hissing madly. "It doesn't matter any more, Crow. Drop it. We both know she's gone. Dea won't be the next, do you understand me. Dea is going to live! If I want to draw then I will, no matter what you or Snow do. I love you both, but she comes first." he was glaring, waiting for Diane to come out of the dressing room. Crow sighed, slipping out the store without another word.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 1:29:52 GMT
She found herself pulled back, staying close to the changing room's door as she listened closely, breathing slowly. This man, Crow, seemed to think that the drawing was dangerous in some way, and Diane found a chill running down her spine. She put her hand on the doorway, waiting for the voices to hush, closing her eyes tightly, concentrating on her breathing waiting just another moment before opening the door.
"Is everything alright?" she asked Antosha slowly, still standing in the doorway, afraid to come to close.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 1:34:59 GMT
Antosha turned to her, smiling. "Peachy, let's get out before Crow decides to stop us." he grabbed her hand, gently pulling her along the isles before stopping. Staring. Then moving on. Snow followed then silently, stopping Diane on the way out to hand her a large bag. With a sad smile she walked away. "Stop drawing Scar, remember Lidia." she called over her shoulder before heading over to the tattoos. Antosha groaned and pulled Diane out of the store, blinking as the harsh light hit him. "Sorry." he mumbled, shaking his head.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 1:39:18 GMT
She followed as quickly as she could manage, though still found herself being dragged by his urgancey. "Ah..." she said as the bright light hit her eyes, covering them quickly. She shook her head, trying to stop the swirling in front of her eyes. "Antosha... is drawing dangerous?" she asked slowly, afraid of the answer but more afraid of letting him do something that could hurt him - and herself.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 1:51:47 GMT
Antosha sighed, looking down. "It won't hurt you, if that's what your thinking. It's not dangerous." he looked at her, smiling slightly. "You've just had a major head injury, let's go sit and watch a movie." he smiled, walking slowly to the theater nearest by. He kept her hand in his, keeping a slow enough pace that it wouldn't hurt her. "Snow gave you a bag.." he said, pointing to it with his free hand.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 1:57:10 GMT
She looked down at the bag, her eyes unfocussed as she could barely pay attention to it. She sighed and looked at him, knowing he was changing the subject, "Antosha, I'm worried about you getting hurt as well." she said with a shrug. "What happened to Lidia?" she asked slowly, ready to read his mind if the answers didn't come verbally. At least one person thought she was in danger, and that alone was enough for her to break a few rules.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 2:04:11 GMT
He bit his lip, focusing calmly on the memories. "Lidia was our friend, back when Dove was still with us. Her magic was unstable to say the least, causing mayhem and destruction where ever she went. One night, me and her were alone and drawing up beasts and various demons. Lidia got it into her mind that we could summon them from the paper, maybe she was crazier then we all thought. But I went along with it. Lidia tried to summon the beasts but couldn't, she was furious at me. Blaming me for everything. In the end she vowed for revenge, cursing each of us separately. My curse was for my drawings to be true." he stopped, looking at the ground. Diane probably wouldn't believe a word of this, but at least he told the truth.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 2:12:10 GMT
She looked at him with a frown, then sighed, "You really can't make this stuff up, can you?" she said with a shrug, looking down. "I thought you just always scryed with your pictures. I-it scared me so much when you showed me the first one with me. And then- back then you knew it would come true? You know I would be hurt like that, by my worst fear?" she asked, hardly able to keep her voice clear.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 2:21:07 GMT
Antosha shook his head, trying to find the right words to explain. "I knew.. That it would come true, yes... But I didn't know how it would come true.." The words were faulty to say the least but for once he was able to tell the truth without completely destroying her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 2:36:20 GMT
She looked down, a burning question ready to be asked, though she wasn't even sure if he knew. "D-do you tell the future, or do the pictures make it happen?" she asked slowly. In other words, 'did you create the man who broke my arm?'.
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