Sammie
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 21:28:58 GMT -5
Sammie hated how seeing blood always made her weary. It didn't make sense, considering the work she was doing. Then again she wasn't doing it anymore. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing. Her senses came back almost immediately when she heard the name Eastman and voices in the room. Didn't she just leave Sebastian to one person when she passed out?
She quietly sat up, hoping that none of them would notice her. Now, if she could just get out...
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Wraith
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Post by Wraith on Dec 13, 2011 21:30:21 GMT -5
The second the girl in the next bed moved, Wraith's eyes jumped to her. "Who are you?" she demanded, picking out the one puzzle piece in the room that didn't fit. Sebastian would've been proud.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 21:33:09 GMT -5
"Sammie," she replied confidently, narrowing her eyes at the girl. "What? I got him here or else he would've died on the street so quit looking at me like that. And who are you, anyway?"
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Wraith
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Post by Wraith on Dec 13, 2011 21:36:34 GMT -5
"His sister," she snapped, sitting down beside Goblin on the bed and looking as if she didn't plan to move all night, though her eyes were still on Sammie. "Tell us what happened."
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Post by Cavalier on Dec 13, 2011 21:36:33 GMT -5
Cav stepped forward. "Now hold on just a minute. Don't go gettin' snippy with us. You're the one that drags him in, bleedin'. We got every right to ask questions.
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Sammie
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 21:40:02 GMT -5
"He wanted to go after Eastman and so we did," she answered, trying to keep it as simple as she can. "He shot down Eastman but one of his friends came back with a gun... it was a mess."
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Post by Script on Dec 13, 2011 21:41:06 GMT -5
That made Script look up. "Friend? Who?"
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 21:42:41 GMT -5
"Riddle. Looked like they knew each other pretty well.."
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Post by Script on Dec 13, 2011 21:43:48 GMT -5
Script froze. "Riddle..." She looked at Wraith, wide-eyed.
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Wraith
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Post by Wraith on Dec 13, 2011 21:49:11 GMT -5
Wraith looked down at her brother's face, trying to take it all in. "What happened to her?" She looked up at Sammie again, frowning. "And how did you even get involved?"
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Sammie
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 21:55:34 GMT -5
"I used to work for Eastman," she said without hesitation. Might as well come out with it now. "I got 'em in. And, uh, one of Eastman's men shot her..."
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Wraith
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Post by Wraith on Dec 13, 2011 21:57:28 GMT -5
"And what about Eastman?" she demanded after taking a long moment to consider that news and how Sebastian would take it. Wraith didn't care if Monk Eastman was alive...but she knew her brother would. She had to know that this was finished.
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Sammie
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Post by Sammie on Dec 13, 2011 22:12:59 GMT -5
"He's dead. Sebastian shot him."
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Post by Script on Dec 13, 2011 22:14:31 GMT -5
Script swallowed the lump in her throat, looking down at Sebastian. "This is all my fault...all of this is my fault...he--he only went after Eastman because--because of me..."
Cav frowned. "He would have gone after him anyway, Script. He couldn't let this go until it was done."
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Post by Wraith on Dec 13, 2011 22:17:09 GMT -5
Wraith wasn't entirely sure that was true, but it didn't matter. None of this was Script's fault, however you looked at it. "Don't even think that, Maggie," she said firmly. "You never did anything but try to help him. And it's over now, and Riddle...well...it sounds like she went down fighting." Wraith had never known Riddle, and what she'd heard had all been less than complimentary. She curled up next to Goblin, quickly losing interest in anything else. "He'll wake up soon," she murmured, almost to herself.
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