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| Lynx Rubin | Nov 9 2007, 05:57 AM Post #81 |
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Resident Matchmaker
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[size=1]People were starting to look over at them, and Lynx really didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the reception. But what Bridgette was saying... It made her upset. Not jealous or scared, but upset. She knew deep down that Tyler would find the best course of action to take, and she certainly knew that he wouldn't leave her for Bridgette. He'd assured her numerous times that he would never leave her again, and she believed him. "Bridgette, I'm sure Tyler will make the best choice he can. But I can assure you of one thing: he's not going to be with you. You don't have to be together to raise a child." That said, she didn't want to go any further so she added, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find my fiance." She put emphasis on the word 'fiance'. Nodding politely to Bridgette, she walked out the door, already trying to sense where Tyler had gone.[/size] |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Jan 23 2009, 01:39 AM Post #82 |
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Tigs, now wrapped in a thick black cloak, walked into the deserted church. It hadn't used to be like that, only a year ago it was thriving. She knew all too well why, exactly, it'd been emptied. Why the pews, the alter, the great sculptures and torches on the wall were dusty. Ohhh, she knew. Something swung in a black parcel from her hand, held tightly. She was loathe to get rid of it, but it was something she had to do. There was too much blackmail, and none of it was to her gain. Damn people. It should have been impossible for them, impossible to find things from Remmie's reign. Creepy though, as she walked into the church all the torches lit in one, bright heat wave. Tigs scowled, having assumed whom she was 'doing business' with wasn't there yet. Bad assumption. She hastily stuck the parcel back into her cloak, and continued walking slowly up the isle. Calmly. Once she got to the tabernacle, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, forcing herself to stare ahead instead of looking around herself. Why so tense...? The whispered words echoed through the room, just long enough for Tigs to hear something - she wasn't sure what it was - and twirl around. They were right there. A moment to control her heart racing, and another to regain her standing, she spat out, "This is ridiculous." Give it to me... They didn't speak in any more than they already had, and yet, it was just as chilling. At Tigs' obvious hesitation though, they took a step forward. Now, Tigs did visibly flinch, and threw the parcel at them. "That's it. I hope it kills you." Her voice was lacking though. Lacking much of any feeling, and it wasn't because she was making herself be impassive. No, it was because she literally had all want and feeling sucked out of her. Literally couldn't feel. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were gone. The torches were dead. It was cold. Indeed, there was no sign that anyone but herself had been there. No footprints, no echoes. Just her. With a violent shudder, she disapparated straight from where she stood. |
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