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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 22:39:52 GMT -5
He stood up and walked over to her. "Because you seem easily influenced by others."
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 22:41:49 GMT -5
She gripped her rag in her hands, setting her jaw so her lip wouldn't quiver. She glanced up at him through her lashes. "Oh..?"
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Post by raven on Nov 3, 2011 7:56:04 GMT -5
"Oh yes," He said as he stepped closer, he gently gripped her chin in his hand and tilted her face upward. "You need someone to protect you."
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 11:36:51 GMT -5
She couldn't help the little gasp the escaped as he took hold of her chin, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. She tried to remain calm, but she couldn't hide the terror in her eyes. "I--I do..?"
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 13:46:26 GMT -5
"Yes, you do. Someone like me," He took a deep breath and then rubbed his nose against her cheek.
((GAG GAG and sorry I forgot about this thread))
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 13:51:20 GMT -5
She shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see his face so close to hers. She stood rigid, knuckles white as she clutched the rag in her hands, but she willed herself not to flinch or move away. That would only make him upset.
((Eww, squicky..! And no problem! I have waaay too many threads going, too, heh))
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:00:01 GMT -5
"Such soft skin," He said as he breathed in her smell, then he let his lips brush her cheek, his thumb brushing against her other cheek.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 14:03:11 GMT -5
She felt bile rise up into her throat, but she swallowed it down, the whimper that threatened to escape along with it. She didn't speak, afraid of what she might say, so she stood there, still as she could.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:09:53 GMT -5
MacArthur stepped back from her then and smiled. "Well, we're done for today. I have a friend downstairs that I think you should meet. I think he's going to like you as much as I do."
((This guy turned out to be a crazy CRAY CRAY S.O.B))
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 14:14:44 GMT -5
Maggie blinked, caught of guard. She had been bracing herself for the worst, and he'd surprised her. "I--a friend?"
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:19:51 GMT -5
"Yes a good friend of mine," MacArthur smiled.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 14:22:27 GMT -5
Alarm bells sounded in her head, and she started to internally panic. "I--who is he?"
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