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| Andy Grant | Jul 26 2010, 02:55 AM Post #1 |
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Where Andromeda had ended up, almost was too close for comfort. She was on a rock cut overlooking a long white, sandy beach. Before Sebastien caught up, she started slowly (very slowly) trying to make her way down the rocks onto the beach. Her effort didn't come off perfectly, she had plenty of cuts and scrapes by the time she eached the bottom. It could have been the drink, or it could have been the sand, but Andy kept slipping and falling, getting sand in a few of the cuts. She looked around for some place to hide, or some place to rest, only to stumble across a patch of tall grass. She just needed an hour to close her eyes, but she couldn't risk it. She would have to settle for merely sitting, although her forehead was visible above the grass, the rest of her was covered. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Jul 26 2010, 04:17 AM Post #2 |
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The shock of salt in the air struck his nose as he spun out of nothingness, pressure evaporating and lungs expanding. He took a deep breath of it. The brisk sea wind filled his lungs with a sharp fresh air and he rubbed at his cheeks to push sand off the sides. He hadn't been to this coast in ages, but he could figure the spot. If 'Dromeda intended on taking him on a tour of their life first, he was going to have to get used to these sickening jolts of familiarity, wasn't he? One of the places they'd shared as kids, some of the last happy memories they had... His step-father had been the one to bring him, though his mother had spent most of it far off. That was how he'd preferred it, truthfully. Just him, the sun and sand, and his elder cousin. He'd always followed her; he'd aspired to be like her, though he'd never been as comfortable as she with some of what was expected of them. And now it was turned all the way around; Andromeda was ill, sick, she needed help and yet he was still just bloody following her around the country, wasn't he? Following her, pushing off sickening disgust and a growing worry of what he would return to his home to find. By now, Emma had to have seen the picture, and he wasn't there to explain... That wasn't her up there, was it? His thoughts threw themselves forward into the present as he thought he caught a glimpse of hair down the cliff and he started climbing down, hurriedly and cautiously. The ground seemed designed to make one slide, and he fell a few times, though he managed to catch himself to avoid scrapes. "Andromeda, please." He called out, hoping against hoping it really was her. "I really do just want to help you!" A note of desperation crept into his voice. "We can talk about this! Please! I want to hear it!" |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 26 2010, 12:15 PM Post #3 |
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No sooner had Andy sat down than she heard Kevin's voice, it caused more tears to spill as she stumpled to her feet, the sand making it no easier for a woman who had bad bearings at the moment to begin with. Tucking the bottle of wine away in her purse, Andy looked at Bassy accusingly, with anger and disappointment. "You don't want to help! You are just working from Lynx and Abi's pocket, you want to apprehend me because they think you're the only one I won't pull my wand on!" She yelled at him through the tears. "Everyone is so focused on making me a bad person, no one looks at the good stuff I do! You don't care if I go to jail and rot there and never see my kids again, because that's what Stupid Lynx ad Stupid Abi want!" She just kept screaming. Running out of places for her to run to, Andy was starting to feel trapped and began hyperventilating. She could go in the water, but she couldn't swim, not necessarily a bad thing at this moment, but it would take a long time for anything to happen, and by then Sebastien would have caught up to her. There were more rock cuts, but those would be harder to get up than they were to get down. She would have to leave, some place big enough to hide in plain view just so she could sleep. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Jul 27 2010, 12:39 PM Post #4 |
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At Andromeda’s drunken slurs, Kevin’s eyes were widening with every word. He couldn’t believe some of what she was saying; they were pretty far gone from reality. On the other hand, it only proved his belief that she was at that point—mentally unwell, that she hadn’t just decided to turn evil on them all. It was almost a comfort to see there was something then, he actually might be able to do, though painful to see his cousin in that much pain. A frustrated growl escaped his lips. The truth was, his heart was pounding as blow after blow seemed to hit him with the only intention being knocking him over. Shaking his head with anxious fervor, he said clearly, ”No. That’s not true. Andromeda, I wouldn’t ever just throw you in jail. I wouldn’t abandon you like that.” Kevin honestly didn’t know if abandonment was even in him, as he seemed far more prone to any other course of action first. He never walked away. He fought and he fought tooth and nail with enough passion sometimes that it literally exploded buildings. It was no different that moment. ”Abi and Lynx didn’t send me.” He continued. ”I saw you, in Knockturn. Yes, I am an Auror, ‘Dromy, you know that, but I came after you on my own because I want to help you. I don’t believe you’re evil. I believe you’re unwell. You need help.” Well…it was a combination of things; he’d had the first opportunity and needed to go before the chance slipped away, this was something he could actually do to help where everywhere else all he seemed to be doing was hurting…but he was sincere in his desire to help her. ”Not help running, not help hiding.” He amended quickly. ”That won’t help you, ‘Dromeda. You’re throwing…everything away. And you have so much to live for, so much you need to get well for. Your children need a mother who is home, who is fighting to be well.” About a hundred more things besides that too; that they learn it’s necessary to face the consequences of actions that you couldn’t solve problems by running from them as fast as you could. Kevin had learned that the hard way. |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 27 2010, 03:02 PM Post #5 |
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With hands tensely pulling her long hair away from her face, she kept looking around for an escape while Bassy was talking. No matter what he said, Andromeda kept getting upset by the words he was saying. They were lies, Abi and Lynx knew of their bond, and they were using it to get to her. Sure, he had never abandoned her yet, but now it was different, he was wanting to bring her home, not to get fixed like he said, but so that Lynx could throw the book at her. "Don't lie to me Sebastien!" She warned him. She seemed rooted on the spot, knowing that somewhere within her that he was telling her the truth, just right now she was not accepting it. "I won't come back unless I know my babies will be back with me!" She demanded, but the chances of her getting her kids back were even dark to her in this state. As her anxieties kept building up, she pulled a clear bottle with an amber liquid inside and took a swig. As she stood there, her tears seemed to come down even more, but it wasn't apparent until she talked and the agony on her voice resonated. "I can't do this anymore! Nothing I do is good enough for you, or for Lynx, or of Llian, or anyone. I can't even run away properly!" She lamented, almost going to bits at that moment only to collect herself once more to go somewhere she could possibly sleep. Edited by Andy Grant, Jul 27 2010, 05:04 PM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Jul 27 2010, 03:27 PM Post #6 |
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Seeing his cousin press her hands to her face; seeing the stark fear contrasted with a fury in her eyes that he knew had stunned many over the years, Kevin's chest seemed to constrict. He took a few hesitant steps forward, sliding down the hill as well, and kicking sand up behind him. The accusation she whipped at him had the force of a literal whip, but he kept his gaze on her as steady as he could. The wind ripping across them both, he pressed one hand to cover his nose, his cheeks, his lips, pushing grit, sweat, saliva and tears off into the torrent. "I'm not lying." Kevin had as much force as she did, his eyes wide and his lips twisted. He took another step forward, wanting to just catch an arm around her this time, but as her wild, darting eyes caught his hand in the air, she seemed to panic once more. "Dromeda--" The exasperation was hefty. "You were more than 'good enough' for all three of us." He decided not to really talk about Llian but the truth was, up until that bloody fairytale extravaganze, not one of them had a problem with Andy. It wasn't until they'd understood what happened there that they realized how wrong they'd been; Kevin's guilt was enough to drown him. Maybe if he'd just owled her a few more times, if his life hadn't been so hectic between work, Katie, Toby, and Emma--if he'd just paid a little more attention, he'd have been able to stop this. A man might not be dead. As it was, however, he hadn't, and there was nothing he could do about it now. "And right now? We want to see you get--" His hand went out to gently squeeze around her shoulder, but the moment he'd gotten close enough, she'd vanished once more. Her tears and shotus echoing in his ears, he cursed under his breath as he finshed, "Help." And great..he was off with her as well. |
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