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Post by Sky on Jun 29, 2006 0:13:13 GMT -5
Furrowing his brow, Sky watched as Christine, if he could even call her that now, sang the lyrics of the song; it was almost as if she wasn't her anymore but really this character Belle. It was both startling and intriguing to see how well of an actress she was.
Hearing her come to the end of her solo line, Sky brushed aside his thoughts and jumped in with his lyrics, trying to assume the beast's character and emotions to the best of his ability, "I must let you go!"
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Post by tashii on Jun 29, 2006 1:08:55 GMT -5
"Emotions are always stronger then logic. But your more then welcome, I'm glad I could help. You know where to find me if you ever want someone to listen to you." Tash made the offer with a smile of her own, "Now my fellow feather duster, shall we go see what the rest of the crew are up to?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 6:44:31 GMT -5
"Let me go," Christine softly echoed. Her blue eyes fluttered shut and when she opened them again, Christine looked back at Sky - not the character she was protraying. She gave him a soft smile. "You were good. You just need some more confidence."
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 12:21:47 GMT -5
Standing on the stage, Riven crossed his arms over his chest as he looked out at the rows and rows of empty chairs that he knew would be filled with people by the time the actual performance rolled around. With a slight scowl, Riven wondered how Christine had managed to coerce him into joining this stupid production; it was a complete waste of his time. So what if it was 'for the children.' Everyone kept saying that and as a result, it had lost its meaning a long time ago. That and he didn't give a damn about 'the children.' So what if they felt alone? So what if they really didn't have anyone besides themselves? They should just suck it up and deal. After all, he had been just like them but did he ever have rich people come bestow their charity on him? No. And how had he turned out? Perfectly fine.
So he was right. This was a waste of his time; at this very moment he could be out on the track doing practice laps on his levabike or working with the dragons . . . but instead he was prancing around here in some costume. Unfortunately, he couldn't back out now. He wanted to. But he couldn't. Not with Christine counting on him. Still, that didn't mean he didn't hold a grudge against her; she knew damn well that this wasn't his kind of thing but she had asked him to sign up anyway, knowing that he couldn't say no to her.
And so here he was. At the rehearsal. Funny, he had expected to actually do something semi-productive so that his time wasn't being completely wasted and yet so far all he had done was stand around. Some rehearsal. Where was the organization? All he knew was that if this was any indication of what the actual performance was going to be like, it was going to be a big flop.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 12:26:30 GMT -5
Christine drew back from Sky, and made her way over to Riven. She draped her hands over his eyes. "Boo," she whispered in his ear, before pulling her hands away. "I do have an ulterior motive for asking you to be in this play," she said, settling down next to him. She waited for a moment. "You know who is still out there so I had Sky join to keep his attention away from him. And you're here to make sure he doesn't go after him," she said with a light shrug. "Besides, didn't you say this would have Sky go after you so he doesn't go after him?"
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 14:11:11 GMT -5
"Yeah," Riven replied in a more curt tone than he had intended. But it was just as well. He enjoyed Christine's company and he thought she was a nice girl and all, but truth be told, he was getting more than a bit fed up with getting sucked into her personal life. Last year he had been on his own and he had liked it that way; this year it suddenly seemed as though he had become buddy-buddy with everyone. And what good had that gotten him into? None that he could think of. Hell, it was almost as if he had morphed into Brandon and had become Sky's bodyguard. What the devil was that about?
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 14:16:15 GMT -5
"You're the only one I trust with stuff like this," Christine said quietly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Helia and Timmy are who knows where. Brandon would tell Sky and well, you know how Sky is." She sighed quietly. "I just wish I knew what to do to make things the way they were before all the chaos..."
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 14:44:16 GMT -5
Feeling something inside him snap suddenly, Riven replied in a cold tone that he had never used on her before, "You mean that you wish you knew how to make things right for you and Sky." Pushing himself to his feet, he added with a scowl, "Because at the end of the day he's all you care about. He is, after all, all you've been thinking about for the past five, six months now? You know, I get that he's going through a lot right now but as terrible as it may sound to you, Sky isn't at the center of my world." In a low voice, Riven added, "I mean, hell, I barely even like the guy; in fact, the only time I really enjoy being around him is when I can beat the crap out of him for being the self-righteous jerk that he is. Did you know that last year he and I were so far from friends that if he so much as looked at me the wrong way I would give him a pounding right on the spot? And now look at me. I might as well be his servant. And do you know why? Because of you. I care about you and for some insane reason, you care about him. So you know, I thought to myself, okay, I'll watch out for him for Christine's sake. But do you know what I've noticed? The longer I've been at this the more I realize that this is all my friendship is to you. We used to be different; we used to have a good time wrangling dragons and riding our bikes and being friends. Now I might as well be working for you too. But you know what? I'm done. Because this is why I've always kept my distance from people - they always end up using you. So I guess I should give you my thanks, Chris, for confirming my hypothesis. As for right now, I'm going. But don't you worry. I'll still be in this little play of yours; god forbid we let the children down. I'll just be doing the rehearsing on my own."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 14:49:53 GMT -5
Christine said nothing for a long moment. "When I said I wished things were different, I meant I wish I wasn't hung up on Sky. I miss the things I used to do. I have no idea why he's become such a focus in my life. I guess, I wanted stability and and this," she gestured. "Far from it."
She closed her eyes. "If you could tell me what I could do to repair our friendship, to make things the way they were between us before I fell for Sky... I'd be forever grateful." She rose slowly.
"I have to go. My therapist called me," she said quietly. Only Riven knew what she meant when she said that. It meant she was going to be stuck in the damn chair again because she had aggravated the area that had been injured and it was causing her a great deal of pain.
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 15:02:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, whatever," Riven replied as he walked away to go to in search of a dressing room to get changed back into his normal clothes. As he locked himself in one of the small vacant rooms, Riven felt a tiny bit of guilt course through his veins before he brushed it aside. He may have been slightly out of line back there with her, but he needed to be to get the message through her head that he was done letting them walk all over him. Yep . . . it was time for him to get back to his roots. It was time to resurrect the Riven that everyone feared, the Riven that looked out for himself and only for himself. At this thought, a sudden image of Darcy flashed through his mind. They were more alike than he wanted to admit, but it was the truth. Both of them recognized the fact that you couldn't trust anyone - that to survive you always had to be looking out for your own best interests, not someone else's. He had forgotten that for a long while but now that he remembered, it was time to make some changes. Lots of changes.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 15:07:02 GMT -5
Christine watched him walk off before collapsing to the ground, her legs having given out from under her. She held her side before struggling to get to her feet again. She didn't care if Sky saw her struggling - she had given far too much and got so little in return. She loved him, but she was just running out of strength to keep it going.
She stood up slowly and walked to the girl's dressing room and sat down. She took a deep cleansing breath and just looked at her reflection. She glanced about and made sure there was no one there. Once she was sure, she removed the scarf she had been wearing - one that she hadn't drawn any attention to. Too many questions would have been asked if why she wore it.
A deep bruise could be seen forming on her throat. A reminder that a certain person had followed her and Sky back from Eraklyon.
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Post by Layla on Jun 30, 2006 21:11:15 GMT -5
"Emotions are always stronger then logic. But your more then welcome, I'm glad I could help. You know where to find me if you ever want someone to listen to you." Tash made the offer with a smile of her own, "Now my fellow feather duster, shall we go see what the rest of the crew are up to?" Pushing herself up to her feet, Layla grinned, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off her mind, as she replied with a muffled laugh, "Yes, let's. It'll be interesting to see if anyone has revolted yet against some of those terrible costumes. Christine is fairly lucky - hers are gorgeous, although probably uncomfortable. But Sky, from what I've heard, locked himself up in a closet because he didn't want anyone to see him. Hopefully they've managed to drag him out though because he's a sight that I don't want to miss seeing." |
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Post by tashii on Jul 2, 2006 19:48:09 GMT -5
"Hmmm an uncomfortable Sky now that sounds intreging. And someone will revolt I'm just not sure who." Tash said with a laugh.
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