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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 11:48:32 GMT -5
Ryan stared at him, then at her. He moved over and started looking for something on her head, messing her hair up. A few of her bandmates were up and at 'em in the kitchen. Ryan quickly asked them to go on a few errands for him. Finally, once they had left, he found what he was looking for. A small blue tattoo on the back of her head. "What is it?" she asked. Ryan bit out a foul word and went for the phone, dialing a number. A few seconds later, he growled into the phone, "Sam, what did you do?"
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 12:04:51 GMT -5
Kreon was silent as he watched Ryan, staring at the tatto on Drysi's head when he found it. "What did Sam do? And better yet, who the hell is Sam? KReon asked, anger rising in his voice.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 12:14:33 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Ryan hung up and answered Kreon's questions. "Sam is the other adoptive brother. He removes memories...He did that to her by my request when she was 13, but I don't know why he did it now...Unless he was really bored...And playing a game with the other memory-suckers...He's coming back to return them though...We might have to beat him."
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 12:21:40 GMT -5
"Good. Cause' I would've gotten to that either way." Kreon said, grinning. "So when's he gonnaget here." Kreon said, cracking his knuckles as he readied his body for a fight.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 12:31:15 GMT -5
"Five min-" A knock interrupted him. "Now." Ryan let the man in. He was tall, lanky, and wimpy. He spoke cordially, acting like nothing happened until Ryan slammed him into the wall then tossed him to Kreon.
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 12:41:46 GMT -5
Kreon introduced his fists to Ryan's face, easily giving the man a black eye and a broken nose. "What the hell did you do to her!" Ryan yelled into Sam's face, expecting more from the infamous Sam that had ruined Drysi's life.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 12:50:24 GMT -5
Sam yelped and struggled to get away. "Nothing, nothing she's used to anyways!" Ryan growled at him. "I"ll fix it, I'll 'fix' it!" he promised, moving to Drysi and putting his hand to her forhead and smirking as he put back into her head Every Single Memory she had Lost. And then he left the house.
Drysi stood there for a few moments, letting the memories circle her head while she was in a daze. She looked...very sad about something.
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 13:13:18 GMT -5
"Whats wrong Drysi?" Kreon asked, moving foreward to reassure her she was going to be fine.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 13:51:27 GMT -5
She took a step back, frowning. She looked at Ryan, startling him. She was crying. "I was happy with you." She wiped her eyes, sniffling.
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 14:04:26 GMT -5
"What?" Kreon asked, confused by her words. "How could you be happy with them! They were using you for food Drysi!" he yelled, wanting her to undestand.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 14:19:59 GMT -5
"You act like I don't know that!" she yelled back, glaring at him. "I knew full-fucking-well why I was adopted. But you know what, most of them stopped. Ryan never used me for food, nor did my parents, and for the most part, neither did Nancy," she looked at Ryan, who stared at her with distraught. "Sam was always the problem, but you guys didn't get rid of Sam. You got rid of me...Why?" Ryan gulped and looked away. "I wanted better for you." Drysi stared at him, and then at Kreon, and then at the floor, letting the tears flow. A million angry thoughts ran through her head. Better for me, how is being in my miserable strict biological family who doesn't even know me better for me? How is forgetting my whole life better for me? How was losing the person I loved like a brother better for me? She hugged herself. "You've been telling him what I like...haven't you?" she asked, now referring to how Kreon had been lately. How he had known she liked to have her hair played with, the song 'it's a small world after all,' and probably other things. Ryan froze and didn't answer. She took that as a yes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 14:37:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, but only because he wants you to be happpy. But you know what I think, I think you LIKE being miserable. I think you enjoy it. THats why you constantly push away everyone that cares about you and chase after the sorrow in your life. THats why you wanted to remember- and thats why you keep rejecting me. Ryan was trying to do what was best for you, not because he wanted to be noble, but because he knew you wouldn't." Kreon said, now angry with her.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 15:09:20 GMT -5
Drysi let his suggestion sink in. She had never even considered that. From her viewpoint, Ryan could've simply taken her away from the environment and they could've stayed together. Ryan watched her silently, wondering if that was true, if she liked being miserable. ''That...That can't be...'' she mumbled, wondering if that was it. She shook and shook her head. ''No, I...I mean...no....'' She shook her head again. Ryan took a seat and watched silently, unsure what to say.
((gah, i screwed this one up bad...='''/))
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Post by eveangeline7 on May 25, 2009 15:23:33 GMT -5
(( no you didn't!!)) "Why don't you get your shit straightened out, Drysi, and when you finally do find the time to give me the time of day, call me." he said sarcastically, stormingi out of the house and leaving her alone with Ryan.
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Post by Milk on May 25, 2009 16:15:04 GMT -5
((bleh! i'm a vampire! XD))
FF- Four Weeks later
Drysi sat in a coffee shop, sending Kreon a message. *Want that time of day still? I'm sorry. I miss you.* She pressed send and waited, hoping he'd text back. She'd cut her hair short but still kept her prudish clothes on. She rested her chin in her hand, sighing. It had taken awhile, but she'd sorted things out, for the most part. She wasn't happy with her biological family, and that hadn't taken long to figure out, but she wasn't happy with Ryan either...He was too emotional for her to handle, and she knew that if he got angry and she got hurt, it wouldn't help him. And she hated her band- she'd only joined with them because they had let her. They were douches. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. She really hoped he came. I...I have to travel with him...Like before when we were on the bus...Where would we go though...Where first? she sighed and ran a hand through her short hair.
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