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 Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 6:05 am
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Ok brb
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Honestly, Blackfrairs still gave him chills. He knew the way, it wasn't like he could very forget it, but he knew a considerable amount of bloodshed had occured behind those massive doors. There was a pinprick of anxiety there too; what if it was due to happen again? Melany said it had been crowded.
He sighed, shaking the thought away. Tangible. That's all those thoughts were, tangible. He slid his hood off of his head, eyes scanning the crowd that had gathered. Wordlessly, he slipped off to the side.
It didn't take that long to find her, but Shiloh still hesitated before approaching her. What was he supposed to say even? God forbid he trigger the Spinel Lady again. He brushed a loose piece of hair out of his face.
"Sup," he decided on after a while, otherwise silent as he took a seat next to her. "I haven't been here in a while, honestly. You holding up?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 7:43 pm
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"Yeah, I'm fine." He reassured her, "Eve's like... well. Y'know. Best she can be." He set his elbows on the table, rested his head on his hands. "I'm gonna look into a way to reverse it. I came kinda close I think, it just wasn't enough..." A determined look washed over his face, even if it did clash against the gauntness of his features. Take better care of yourself, dammit Shiloh.
"I promise I'm fine though." He still feared the Spinel Lady—who the ******** wouldn't? Idiots, he guessed, but anyway—he was getting... better about it too. Sort of. Maybe? It was hard, but she didn't try to kill him at the meeting, so there was that. "I know you don't really trust yourself, but trust me okay? I'm pretty stupid, but not that stupid."
He was totally that stupid.
"Anyway, I dunno who the hell would be telling you to stay away from me." He pursed his lips, "I mean, out of everyone I know..." His eyes closed thoughtfully, but they snapped back open again, "Sorry, sorry, you said you don't like talking about her. We don't have to. I just get kinda wigged out when people tell me to avoid my friends, y'know?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 10:11 pm
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Melany nodded. "Me too," she said. She inched a hand out of her pocket, held it out as an offer for Shiloh if he wanted. "If I can help, you'll tell me, right? I'm so sorry." But she didn't talk about responsibility. She bit her tongue and winced and--she closed the fingers of her offered hand--then she said, "I don't think you're stupid at all."
She looked over at Shiloh. For once, she wasn't wearing makeup. She was swallowed up by her hoodie, by the matching shadows under her eyes. "I don't wanna hurt you," she said. "I know you say I won't, but I'm not as sure as you. So. That's why I broke my phone." She unfolded her fingers. Still offering.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 10:46 am
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It was kind of weird, if only because he could picture himself in this sort of situation, running away from Jamie or Oliver out of sheer self-loathing and all that sort of bullshit. It hurt. Made for a good reality check. He watched the hand open and close curiously, but after a moment he made himself take it. "I would, yeah." He sighed, and then laughed in that sarcastic-almost-frustrated sort of way, "I guess that's kinda hypocritical of me, actually, let me explain."
He looked back at her, "I think maybe there is a lot of stuff you could do to help, but I don't want you to get hurt either." He smiled, his lips chapped, his entire image eerily akin to something off of a really terrible teen novel, the kind where they romanticize all the wrong things like mental illness and pain and fixing people and all that other gross s**t. "I don't wanna say the wrong thing and trigger that b***h out, but I don't wanna keep you in the dark either, y'know?" He squeezed her hand.
He thought about it for a moment, "Do you think you could restore magic in the same way you get rid of it?" He started to play with her fingers a little; it was a habit he'd developed with Jamie when they had quiet comfort times, "Or maybe if we tried it together it could work. I dunno."
Shiloh thought for a moment before adding, "And um, if we shouldn't meet up like this, we can at least keep talking through the listserv yeah? It's not like you could 'hurt me' through that or whatever."
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 11:41 am
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Melany listened. She was a good listener. Even the Spinel Lady had listened well, but it was a different kind of listening. There was something spidery and predatory about the way the Lady listened: she watched and waited, her silvery eyes never moving from your face. It gave the target of her attentions the idea that she was letting them dig their own trap, knot their own noose. Melany, though she let her eyes wander, though she wasn't necessarily paying physical attention, was clearly listening, taking the whole meaning as it was presented to her.
"Yeah," she said. She was quiet for another moment. "I could try," she said, "I don't know if I can undo everything she did but maybe if it was you and me both? I can't make it permanent. The power stealing. It only works when I'm touching them, like with Chief Mercer, he..."
She ducked her head. "Yeah. I'm not stuck in the house or anything. Horace is really nice, and... all that."
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 1:34 pm
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"You ran into Mercer, huh?" He glanced away, breathing slow and deep and sleepy. He focused on his hand, his cuticles torn, his nails raw and his fingertips red and shredded. "Hopefully he didn't bother you too much. He's um," Shiloh thought for a second, "He really gets into everyone's business. I guess he is the Chief of police or whatever..." He sighed, sounded a little exasperated. "Anyway, we don't gotta do anything you're not comfortable with."
He was silent for a bit.
"I wish I could just lock her away, y'know?" He was tracing shapes on the table with his free hand. "When this is all over, we should go for sushi again, since I know how to use the chopsticks now." It was weak humor, but they were both tired, and sometimes that was enough. Solidarity in the suffering or whatever.
"...You'd tell me if you needed anything too, right?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 3:04 pm
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"He kept trying to make me talk to him," said Melany. "I didn't want him to talk to me. You know, the one who's following me, she looks like him. They have the same eyes." She shuddered, turning her attention anywhere else. She settled on Shiloh's hands, too, because that was where he was looking. "Oh, Shiloh," she said. She sounded pouty, like a teenage girl, and she pressed her free hand over his hand in hers. "We can work on these again. That must hurt."
She sat there, eyes half-closed. "I just need you to be okay," she said. "If you want to try locking her away we can. As long as you and Eve and everyone else are safe. That's all I want."
Melancholies and then like 2 day later shes a ******** murder scene at horace's house why i do this
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 6:02 pm
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Ah, yeah, Mercer had mentioed this. "They're okay." He said like it was some sort of mantra, since that's all he'd been saying to her lately. Then he sighed, "...they hurt, yeah. Better than smokin'." He cracked.
Jamie would more than likely kill him if he started stupid s**t like that.
"Or drinking." He snorted, sarcastic, a little self deprecating. It wasn't too bad though, not as bad as it could be, "I'll be okay though. I've gone through a lot of dumb bullshit in the past year. Only place to go is forward still or whatever, right?"
He looked over at her. "I... know someone who's like that though." He confessed, "But she's basically confined to the Otherworld and she can't talk. Missing a tongue." Shiloh thought about it, "Or well, I guess she could leave, but I guess she'd need an escort back. Anyway, she's got Mr. Mercer's eyes—the bright a** blue ones."
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