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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 2:48:20 AM
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"My dad decided I needed to be more "social." And he does that by sending me to school across the country." [i] She rolls her eyes, shutting the book and turning on her side, propping herself on her elbow.[/i] "You?"
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it's either school, or be raised in a private military" [b]She says, putting her suitcase under her bed[/b]
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"Private military?"
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"My dad decided it would be smart to start a military. Got damn large, too" [b]Alexandra says, putting her clothes in a drawer[/b]
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"You don't mean the NWH do you?"
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"Exactly that" [b]she says, looking at you oddly. [/b] "how do you know about them?"
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"My dad told me about them and JT. You must be his daughters."
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"Who's your father?" [b]Alex asks[/b]
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"Lance May." [i] She rolls her eyes.[/i]
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"Oh, him. JT mentioned him from time to time. You wouldn't know that though, would you Natalie?" [b]She sneers, and Natalie puts her head down, sitting on the bed, elbows resting on her knees, and left hand on the Bach of her head[/b]
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"What's that about?" [i] She asks talking about the remark at Natalie[/i]
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"Family past. My dad had me 5 years before her, and didn't know I existed. I came back just last week." [b]She says, sadly[/b]
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"Ah. Sorry about that." [i] She glanced at Alex, mouthing the word, "chill."[/i]
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"It's alright. Not like I've got depression or shit" [b]She says, slightly chuckling, and she lies down, putting in earbuds and pulling a book from under the bed , Alex leaving the room for a bit, quietly[/b]
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[i] Ashley watches Alex go, and Natalie on her bed, as she lies back on her own bed and opening her book again.[/i]
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[b]Her jacket sleeve slightly falls down her arm, revealing slight blood from her arm, her not noticing it fall[/b]
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[spoiler] Oh Jesus.[/spoiler] [i] Ashley notices, and walks over to her, tapping her on the shoulder.[/i] "You're bleeding."
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"The hell you mean?" [b]She says, pushing her jacket up with her elbow and side inconspicuously[/b] [spoiler]Yeah. Worst part is, the kids are modeled after people I know slightly. Yeah. (•_• )[/spoiler]
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[i] She rolls her eyes.[/i] "Don't bullshit. I can't stand it. You obviously did that yourself. I was just letting you know so people didn't ask you about it."
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"Shit" [b]She says, putting the book down and hastily rushing to the bathroom to clean her arm off, locking the door[/b] "Promise you won't tell a single person?" [b]She asks, and it appears that she is sobbing, from the sound she's making while speaking[/b]
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[i] Ashley puts a hand on the doorknob, using her telekinesis to maneuver the pins around inside and unlock it. But Natalie didn't need to know about that. She walks in the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and leaning against the bathroom wall.[/i] "Does your sister know?"
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"No" [b]She says, and it appears she was crying, as there are tears streaming from her face [/b]
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[i] Ashley walks over to her, wrapping her in a hug.[/i] "I'm not good with this kind of shit, but you seem like you need a hug."
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"Thank you" [b]She says, sadly, trying not to get her arms blood on her[/b]
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"I'm in the same room as you, if you ever wanna talk. Honestly, anytime." [i] Ashley searches through the cabinets and finds some gauze, bandaging Natalie's arm up.[/i]
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"Alright, thanks. But I don't need the gauze" [i]She says, wiping her arm off with a wet cloth, dabbing it[/i]
