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Post by Darcy on Sept 14, 2011 15:26:38 GMT -5
(Warning now for moderate language, and casual use of the F word every once in a while, but not often.)
Darcy would dig her hands into her pockets, coughing into her shoulder. When wasn't she sick. Darcy seemingly had a permanent cold. She let her light brownish blonde hair fall over her eyes, she needed to get her bangs cut again soon, as they hung shaggily over her eyes. She was a kind of sickly pale, her nose, and cheeks her pink, sick. She had tired circles around her eyes. Sniffling, she let her eyes meet the ground. Even in front of the fire she felt sick, cold. She took a deep breath, allowing the chilled autumn air to burn at her throat. She’d pull her hands from her pockets and tug at the ends of her yellow and orange striped scarf, then once again shove her hands into her pockets. Just leave me alone, ‘kay, was the only thing she wanted to say if any one spoke to her. But her awkward nature would not allow that. Even under her jacket and long sleeved shirt she was shivering drastically. But Darcy was a proud girl; the kind of cocky bastard whom would do things even if they weren’t in her best interest. And, she was jealous of her siblings, and just couldn’t live with being so jealous She’d cough again, and you could hear the fluid in her lungs. She probably shouldn’t have been outside, but inside resting, wear it was warm. ((Im sick again can’t you tell ><))
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 17:49:25 GMT -5
alan had started walking over to the fire seeing darcy< becuase even though his twin brother wasnt social didnt mean he had to stay with him all the time, and having met darcy before he thought she might want someone to talk to
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 17:51:59 GMT -5
Darcy coughed into her shoulder, upon seeing him, she muttered something under her breath, but put a small smile on "Hello" she said, her voice was raspy, sickly.
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 17:53:22 GMT -5
alan sits down "you okay? you sound kinda sick"
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 17:57:58 GMT -5
"what gave you that idea" she scoffed bad-temperdly, her hands still playing with the end of her scarf.
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 17:59:39 GMT -5
"sorry i asked...sory you dont feel good" alan repled even temperd
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 18:03:16 GMT -5
"Yeah whatever!" Darcy shivered, she was wearing 4 layers of clothes, and had a blanket around her shoulders, and she was still cold.
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 18:04:49 GMT -5
alan takes off his jacket "want it? you look cold"
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 18:10:12 GMT -5
"No." Darcy mumbled, suddenly sounding kinda bad, she felt awful for yelling at him.
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 18:11:13 GMT -5
alan holds it out to her "go ahead, i have another in the cabin"
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 18:19:13 GMT -5
"I don't want it." she whined "Jeez i have like 15 jackets if i wanted another one i'd get it myself." she muttered stubbernly
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 18:21:54 GMT -5
alan takes his jacket and puts it back on "fine. just trying to be nice"
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 18:25:02 GMT -5
"Im sorry" she whispered feeling bad, but yet upset and sick.
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Post by James Tarret on Sept 23, 2011 18:28:22 GMT -5
alan looks at the fire "its fine. i get crancky when i dont feel good also"
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Post by Darcy on Sept 23, 2011 18:31:10 GMT -5
Darcy muttered something, she took that as an insult.
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