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Post by Mustapha on Feb 9, 2009 0:57:39 GMT -5
"Too bad there aren't any of those around now... it would be much better than me climbing that tree out the front of the heartbreak. I always fall out fo it you see..." She smiled, holding up the corner of her shirt and showing a bruised hip, stained purple and bits of yellow.
"Do you know how much further?"
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Post by Ramona on Feb 9, 2009 15:40:40 GMT -5
"Ouch. We should stick some matresses at the bottom of the tree" Ramona joked "We've got a couple of stations and then we follow the tunnels to the right and along about 9 or 10 stations to Victoria if I remember right." she said as they left the platform and walked into the next tunnel.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 10, 2009 0:26:15 GMT -5
"That far away? Oh..." Mustapha sighed heavily. "I miss everyone already... I haven't seen Scaramouche for ages and as we all know... the longer this lasts the more trouble I get into..." Mustapha let her head flop.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 14, 2009 17:01:16 GMT -5
Ramona nodded "We won't be much longer, and she'll probably be relieved to see you." she said. "Don't worry, we all get in trouble now and again."
They wondered into another tunnel and followed the tracks through to yet another platform and another tunnel...going on and on for another half hour until they rounded a corner into Turnham Green.
"Should be straight on to Victoria now." Ramona said happily.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 14, 2009 17:17:55 GMT -5
"Don't worry, we all get in trouble now and again."
"That's true...but you have to admit, now and again in Scaramouche time is every second sentance" Mustapha laughed, she grinned cheekily, she would have never been able to say that at the heartbreak.
"Should be straight on to Victoria now."
"Yay!" Mustapha cheered quietly before tripping and falling flat on her face. "Oof!" She huffed.
She sat up and shook her head, getting dizzy. Looking down she saw new graizes added to her shins, she sniffed and noticed a little glint next to her foot. She pulled at it and uncovered a big sign, plastic and dirty but readable.
She read the large words aloud, "Death to bohemians..." She said slowly sounding out the words, before jumping back when she realised what it said. She noticed a sticky wet patch her hand hand been resting on was tinted red, she whimpered quietly.
"Ramona... what is this?"
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Post by Ramona on Feb 17, 2009 11:12:52 GMT -5
"That's true...but you have to admit, now and again in Scaramouche time is every second sentance" Ramona laughed and then heard the Oof as Mustapha landed on the floor.
"You seem to have a talent for falling over, don't you?" she grinned "We should just cover you in cushions, it'll be safer." she joked and then spotted the sign.
Death to Bohemains
"Ramona...what is this?"
"Well, that's not very nice." she said, sounding slightly miffed. "I think there had probably been some police down here at some point. Or Ga Ga's. Something like that." She thought for a moment. "If nessecary we'll take a detour round some other lines. Don't want to risk running into anyone like that. Are you ok? Did you cut your hand?"
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 18, 2009 3:32:28 GMT -5
"You seem to have a talent for falling over, don't you?"
Mustapha smiled and nodded, rubbing the red bruises on her leg.
"We should just cover you in cushions, it'll be safer." "Only if they're decorated... bohemian style..." She joked.
"Don't want to risk running into anyone like that. Are you ok? Did you cut your hand?"
Mustapha pressed the urge and tried not to cry, but it seemed the more she tried the more her bottom lip wobbled. Her hand was cut deep and was bleeding a lot, red dripping down her leg where she had rubbed it but she was more scared about the sign.
Sure she had been pressed with death threats earlier on in her bohemian life but having it whacked on a sign for all to see made something inside her crack.
She burst into a flood of tears. "I just want to go home!" She cried, holding her hand and rocking slightly.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 19, 2009 12:01:42 GMT -5
Ramona crouched down next to Mustapha and put her arms round her. "Aww Phapha, we'll be home soon I promise." she said comfortingly. Pulling back slightly she caught sight of Mustapha's bleeding hand. "Ooh ouch. We should wrap something round that." She thought for a minute and then unwrapped the random strip of fabric that Alice had tied round her wrist yesterday. "Here, give us your hand. We can bandage it up with this."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 20, 2009 5:14:56 GMT -5
Mustapha sniffed and pulled her hand back. "No... Alice wrapped that on you... you need it." She snuffled before ripping at a scrap of her already torn shirt and putting it on the cut. She tried her best to wrap it one handed but sighed giving up.
"Can you help me, please?" She said softly, a bit embarrassed.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 20, 2009 18:05:46 GMT -5
Ramona smiled slightly, touched that Mustapha had remembered that her sister had given it to her. "Yeah course." she said, taking the offered bit of fabric and wrapping it around the cut on her hand. "Is that ok? Want it tight ish but not so much that it'll hurt your hand. Just need to stop it bleeding."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 20, 2009 22:02:05 GMT -5
"It's fine, thankyou." Mustapha said quietly and hugged her hand slightly bedore stnading up again. She looked at the sign at her feet and kicked it so hard that it crashed against the tunnel walls. "Bollocks..." She muttered before walking down the tunnel again.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 25, 2009 16:12:38 GMT -5
"S'ok." Ramona said, following Mustapha down the tunnel, giving the sign another kick for good measure. She started singing under her breath "And you're rushin Headlong you gotta new goal and yer rushin Headlong, outta control..."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 26, 2009 1:18:58 GMT -5
Mustapha looked at Ramona quite seriously for one moment before cracking up into a burst of laughter, she slipped and fell backwards but kept giggling like a loon none the less.
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Post by Ramona on Mar 3, 2009 7:27:17 GMT -5
Ramona stuck out her tongue and began to do a strange dance down the tunnel "And ya think you're so strong but there aint no stoppin and there's nothin you can do about it!" she sung louder and slightly off key.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 4, 2009 0:13:55 GMT -5
"Oh gosh..." Mustapha gasped between short huffs of laughter, "Please... stop!!!" She laughed even harder gripping her sides and her cheeks turning pink. "That song...!"
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