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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 7:04:18 GMT -5
Raven signed her name into the book and stuck her tongue out at Racetrack who was making some sort of wisecrack at her.
"Keep talking to me like that and you won't have a tongue," She quipped back.
((ah, how I missed her snark. Race can definitely reply to this and anyone else who might be in the lobby, but this is a Rae and Spot fight waiting to happen))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 8:45:23 GMT -5
((we'll see if Brokenheart!Spot has it in him to fight))
Spot had been sitting in the parlor waiting for Raven to get back. Naturally he had let himself in. Everything about him was still disheveled : his eyes had dark circles, his clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and he had a bag with him instead of his cane. He figured it had been about time he confronted Raven, but it surprised him that she sounded- well, happy- here.
Maybe he had made a mistake of coming out here. but he knew he HAD to say goodbye.
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 8:50:05 GMT -5
Raven froze when she saw him and just stared at him, taking in the state of his appearance. While she had started to recover and thrive he looked as though he was dying.
"Spot?" She asked quietly.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 8:58:59 GMT -5
Spot stood up. "Don't worry, I won't be here for long."
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 9:14:27 GMT -5
Raven noticed the bag he was carrying and she could sense the rising anger in his voice.
"Where are you going?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 9:39:06 GMT -5
"Boston." spot lot a cigarette. "remember that thing I wouldnt tell ya about? I paid for your hospital stay with money I made working for this guy. He's helping me relocate." he explained to her coldly.
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 9:41:48 GMT -5
"You can't go to Boston," She stepped closer to him, "That's like moving the statue of Liberty to Florida. Why the hell do you wanna go to Boston, why are you leaving?" Raven asked desperately.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 9:46:17 GMT -5
"I'm done. Life doesn't make sense anymore. I'm sick of selling papers. I have nothing keeping me here anymore. " he looked at her. "you look happy," he observed sadly.
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 10:02:35 GMT -5
She ignored that he told her she looked happy, she felt far from it right now. "What do you mean? Of course there is! I'm here, Spot. I don't understand why you're leaving...if you don't wanna sell papes no more do something else here..."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 23, 2011 10:08:59 GMT -5
((Can I just say Race is watching all this from a safe distance? ^_^ I feel like he wouldn't be stupid enough to try and interfere.))
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 10:09:39 GMT -5
((well yea, cause someone will eventually need to be the voice of reason.))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 10:16:27 GMT -5
"What did you say?" Spot snapped, finally coming closer to her. "You're HERE?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" He shouted, shaking his head. "You're not here. You left, didn't say goodbye, didn't even tell me where you were going, or why, or if you were safe..."
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 10:28:07 GMT -5
"I had to leave, Spot! I had to!" She yelled, desperate for him to understand. "Please...please understand, I was crumbling...falling apart I just had to get away from everyone, everything! I still love you," She said, grabbing his hands.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 10:29:22 GMT -5
Spot pulled his hands away from her, taking a few steps back. "Just because you were broken doesn't mean you had to break us, too. You promised me you'd never leave."
He looked at her. "You're as dead to me as Sammy."
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Post by raven on Aug 23, 2011 10:36:59 GMT -5
"Spot please," Raven said desperately, she could feel the tears forming behind her eyes and she let them fall. "If I stayed it would have destroyed us, just listen to me. I was gonna come back," She said, her vision blurred.
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