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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 17, 2009 0:50:01 GMT -5
"Oh, wow," Fiona said, her eyes darting back to him. "You're... old." She shook her head and gave a small hiccup of a laugh at her stupid comment. The seriousness reclaimed her though as she started thinking about the long years of eternity ahead of her.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 17, 2009 16:00:27 GMT -5
Tristan chuckled slightly. "Ninety-two," he said. "I stopped thinking about it after a while, though. I choose to simply live my life. As best I can, that is."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 17, 2009 23:31:31 GMT -5
Fiona shrugged. "Yeah that is a long time," she said, not really paying much attention anymore. How was she supposed to live her life the best she could when she still wished she was dead? "So, now what?" she asked plainly.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 17, 2009 23:50:32 GMT -5
Tristan thought for a moment and glanced around the room. He turned back to Fiona. "Is there anything from the house that you might want? To take with you or to keep I mean? I know you didn't have many pleasant memories here, but there might be somethings you want to remember," he finally said.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 18, 2009 0:01:15 GMT -5
"I guess I'll grab some clothes or something," she said with a sigh. "I just... don't know where I'm going." Fiona looked to the floor as she stood up slowly.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 18, 2009 0:09:49 GMT -5
Tristan stood when Fiona did. A habit of growing up in an earlier century. "Well, like I said... you are welcome to stay with me. If you want. For as long as you need or want to," he said earnestly.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 18, 2009 0:23:03 GMT -5
Fiona mulled the idea over in her head. She really didn't want to be around him any more than she already had to. But she didn't have anywhere else to go, and she still felt very lost. Something about Tristan made her feel secure in a way. "Um, sure. That would be nice." she said as she headed up the stairs, motioning for him to follow.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 19, 2009 12:03:47 GMT -5
Tristan nodded slowly as he followed Fiona up the stairs. This would be interesting. Besides his family when he was human, and the reast of his platoon in the war, he had never lived with anyone. Let alone a woman.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 19, 2009 23:37:28 GMT -5
Her bedroom was simple. A twin bed in the center of the room with a light purple comforter. A wooden dresser and a desk to match with a plain black desk chair sitting in front of it. There was a large bookshelf in the corner filled with mostly books and a few trinkets. It was kept orderly for the most part, a few askew things here and there.
Fiona pulled a large knapsack out from under her bed and threw it on top. She then walked over to her dresser and began tossing a few articles of clothing in. She looked wearily to her bookshelf and shook her head. She would have plenty of time to come back for those. For now, Fiona just needed to get away from what had just happened in that house.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 19, 2009 23:51:22 GMT -5
Tristan looked around, a little awkwardly, at Fiona's room. It was simple, yet nice. He wasn't really sure what he should be doing, so just he hovered by the door, hands in his pockets. "Do you want any help?" he asked her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 19, 2009 23:57:36 GMT -5
Fiona looked up at him and looked away quickly. "No, I'm fine," she mumbled as she finished up packing her bag. She swung it over her shoulder and squeezed by him in the doorway without looking at him.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 20, 2009 2:50:01 GMT -5
Tristan looked down awkwardly, avoiding her eyes as she snuck by him in the doorway. His unnecessary breath stopped for a moment before he closed the door behind him and followed her back down the stairs.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 20, 2009 11:20:15 GMT -5
Fiona stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at the dead body of her father lying on the floor. She wasn't quite sure what she was feeling at the moment. There was a lot of anger and hatred still. But there was a little sadness too. Not because she missed him, but because she wished that things could have been different. She dropped her bag onto the floor and then went to drag the body through the kitchen and out the back door. There was a stream a little ways through the woods behind her house. She'd leave him there.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 20, 2009 11:24:04 GMT -5
Tristan quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed cleaning supplies. While Fiona disposed of her father's body, he washed down the walls and the floor, leaving the kitchen and hallway spotless. This way if any one came to call, they wouldn't know about the Fiona's father's death.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 20, 2009 11:41:58 GMT -5
After dropping her father's body in the stream, Fiona came back into the kitchen where she noticed Tristan cleaning. "You didn't have to do that," she said plainly. She did appreciate the help, but now she felt as if she owed him something. Firstly he was letting her stay with her, and now he was just willingly helping her out. Or maybe he just felt bad for what he did to her. Fiona didn't have the slightest clue.
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