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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 1, 2009 8:03:18 GMT -5
Scaramouche frowned slightly, her pale face pinched.
" Are you sure? It might get ugly fast." she said truthfully.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 2, 2009 0:18:11 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded. "I don't care. I just need to know..." She said, knowing that something drastic could happen and she hated being told bad news second hand. It didn't feel right.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 2, 2009 11:04:08 GMT -5
Scaramouche nodded, standing up and brushing off her skirt. She set her jaw and turned to step out into the hall, ready to turn the Heartbreak upside down to find Galileo and get some answers.
She headed towards the first place she thought of, the bar.
"Gaz?" she practically shouted, ignoring the drunken complaints from hung-over bohemians. He wasn't there. She gritted her teeth and wheeled around to leave.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 3, 2009 1:05:11 GMT -5
Mustapha followed Scaramouche, who may of had short legs but walked awfully fast when mad. Mustapha followed, huffing every odd step just to gain enough adrenelin to keep up. She watched Scaramouche search through the bar and Mustapha frowned a little.
"I think I saw him... in the spare room down the hall last? He goes in there sometimes when the voices show up..." She mumbled quietly, looking at her feet as she pointed to her right.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 3, 2009 11:03:14 GMT -5
Scaramouche nodded. She guessed she should have realized that, but then again, she was too angry to even think straight.
She stepped out of the bar, not waiting for Mustapha to follow and headed down the hall once again, her boots making loud clomping noises in the strange silence that fell over the dark tunnel.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 4, 2009 1:07:24 GMT -5
Mustapha's eyes, wide, stared at Scaramouche's boots as she went down the quiet hall. "Scaramouche... if it is Gaz's... will you two not be... a team anymore?' Mustapha asked, not lifting her face and slowly coming to a stop in the middle of the hall.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 4, 2009 11:18:07 GMT -5
Scaramouche froze and glared slightly at Mustapha.
"A team?" she said slowly in a cold voice "Is that what we are now?". She crossed her arms and glared down at the young bassist, her lips pursed into a thin line. She realized she was probably blowing things way out of context, and had no reason to lash out at Mustapha, but she couldn't fight back the rage that felt like it was about to boil over.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 5, 2009 1:29:34 GMT -5
Mustapha brought a bilstered thumb to her mouth and chewed on the nail quickly. "I don't know... I just thought... well if I said a couple you'd get madder...but will you answer my question?" Mustapha said taking the thumb from her mouth and speaking as bravely as she could without having her voice shake or her lip tremble.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 5, 2009 10:57:32 GMT -5
Scaramouche turned away, her eyes hard.
"I don't know Mustapha." she growled, not even using her little pet name for her young friend. She kept her voice at a harsh tone, not wanting anyone to know that she was actually screaming and crying inside. She continued walking down the hall at a quick pace, keeping her arms ramrod straight against her sides.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 6, 2009 2:27:14 GMT -5
"That's okay." Mustapha said, blinking hard and sighing. When she opened her eyes she saw Scaramouche was a fair distance away and she decided to follow. She didn't really know that Scaramouche was or wasn't going to have an answer she just wanted to hear her voice, mustapha surmised.
They arrived outside the door, the door that kept the dreamer from the bad arsed babe and the bassist. Mustapha breathed deeply and said in a quiet voice, "after you."
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 8, 2009 11:16:58 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes slightly and gritted her teeth, shoving the door open.
" Gaz?" she called, looking around the dim room.
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