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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 4:37:04 GMT
(( gonna poof for a while... ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 4:40:29 GMT
(( I'll probably be gone when you come back. xD ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 4:57:32 GMT
(( Eh, either way I gotta go. Seeya! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 4:58:47 GMT
(( Bye! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 21:03:49 GMT
(( I have arrived! ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 21:53:45 GMT
(( I'm here. Not for too long, though. ))
Bracken nodded, then looked around the little area he had. He got up onto his feet and went over to a cardboard box and pulled open. He slipped out a couple of blankets and tossed one offer Amelia. He bent down and grabbed another one, using the extra blankets to make a small makeshift bed near hers. He dug around in the box for a little bit more to get another t-shirt.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:10:06 GMT
Amelia frowned a bit. "You can just share the mattress with me." She said, her voice a bit hoarse. "I don't mind. Really." Her light blue eyes fluttered as she realized how exhausted her entire body was. Her muscles seemed to sag, and she felt so weak. She could hardly keep her eyes open. She scooted over on it, making room for him. "Come....please..." She whispered half-asleep.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 22:15:00 GMT
Bracken glanced over, giving her a funny look. He wondered why he wanted him to lay next to her... He hoped it wasn't something romantic. An apocalypse didn't tend to be the best to relationships. He slipped his shirt over his head, then grabbed a couple of extra blankets. He walked over and took of his shoes. He lay down on the mattress beside her, draping the blankets over himself. "Only if you don't mind," he whispered to her.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:17:36 GMT
(( And that's alright! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:19:18 GMT
As her eyes closed, she spoke one last time. "I'd feel bad..." She whispered, her eyes closing finally. Her breathing turned soft quickly, and she twitched a tiny bit in her sleep.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 22:24:30 GMT
Bracken was laying on his back, looking up at peeling plaster ceiling. He would have rolled over to face away, but he didn't want to offset the blankets and disturb her sleep. He took off his cap and set it off to the side, then placing his hands behind his back so he could relax a little. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to slumber. (( Skip to morning? ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:29:08 GMT
(( Yes, sir! ))
Amelia jerked awake gently, her eyes searching the morning darkness for the source of her fear, but it was gone. She'd only been dreaming. She tried to calm her heart down as she recalled her terrible dream. She had witnessed each of her family's deaths again, wandering why immunity couldn't have saved them as did her. She rolled over very gently, making sure as not to disturb the blankets and she let tears slide down her cheeks. Most mornings were like this. In the previous nights she almost always had nightmares- very vivid ones. She sighed softly, watching one of the blocked window quietly.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 22:32:02 GMT
Bracken stirred a little from her sudden awakening. Slowly he began to drift awake, his eyes fluttering open. He yawned, stretching his arms out from under his blankets and sticking them out above his head. As he brought them down slowly, he accidentally patted Amelia on the head. He quickly pulled his arms into his chest and rolled over, smiling a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he apologized bashfully. then he noticed her tears, and his face changed to one of concern. "Are you alright?" he asked concernedly.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:38:34 GMT
Amelia sniffed a bit. "I'm fine...Nightmares are all." She shrugged, staying turned on her side so that she couldn't be seen as clearly by him. "I'll be okay once the shock wears off." She whispered softly, the brown fleck in her eyes grew more clear as the whites of her eyes became more and more red.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 22:41:35 GMT
Bracken gave her a skeptical look, but decided not to press on about it. He knew that people had a lot of things they would rather not talk about, including himself. He slipped himself out from under the covers and stood up straight. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked through another yawn.
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