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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 12, 2009 23:39:20 GMT -5
Avriletta crept into the garage. it made her a bit happy just to be in here.
"To the 'Stang!"She smiled and began to take apart the dash board and adjust the settings of the speakers and play with the wires. Reconnecting them was the most relaxing thing she could do, it helped her think and breath
Amy did it to try to help me... but she should know by now that I would rather accept the cosequences of my actions than cower in the face of my own repercusions... there must be something more...
Ave. touched the hot wire and the ground at the same time, "Damn!" the shock startled her and she quickly capped it.
The radio's done... now what....
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Post by Mindcontrol on Jan 13, 2009 20:42:26 GMT -5
(Jack walked in casually and seated on one of the counters. He looked at Avriletta as he began to eat his eggs. After he finished his eggs he placed the plate next to him.)
Mindcontrol: I loved the eggs, really nice.
(There was an awkward pause, he couldn't think what to say to her. He thought it would be best just to be straight out.)
Mindcontrol: Look it wasn't Amy's fault, you should blame all the guilt on me, don't make Amy feel guilty. I was the one that asked her. I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but if you do I won't judge you.
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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 13, 2009 22:50:38 GMT -5
"Wouldn't sit there babe," she turned her head to him as she lifted the mustang up with one hand and placed a few cinder blocks beneath each wheel, "Oil's on your pants now"
she continued to work on the car, it was her thought project now, and it would be factory new when she was done with it.
"No, it probably isn't Amy's fault, I think I know who might have made her do this," Ave. forced a few parts back into their rightful places and continued on throughout the rest of the body as she spoke, "Stiffania was in trouble when I found her and there was this man. His powers are quite unique. He can make a decision for you... I can't quite explain it... I only barely remember the encouter, that must be why... Repressed memories... He made Amy, who is naturally indecisive and easily swayed, Repress my memories to protect himself.... Now I feel a bit bad... I burnt Amy's eggs for nothing now..." the car had only taken her the coarse of ten minutes to completely disassemble and reassemble the car.
"Jack," after the car was down from the blocks and polished to her satifaction, she turned back to him, "I need those memories, it is very improtant, I don't care what you have to put me through to get them back to me. We need those moments. If they aren't there, they've been repressed for a reason, and if something happens because of my lack of knowledge I won't be able to live with myself, no matter how bad the memory is." she looked tan and human, er eyes shone green and brown near the pupil, everything about her was different except the bloody pants and shirt.
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Post by Mindcontrol on Jan 15, 2009 18:33:00 GMT -5
(Jack couldn't have cared less about his pants. They were already stained with her blood from the incident. He began to think of the process. Using his psychic powers to get Avriletta's memories could backfire. He could damage her mind, see things see never wanted him to see, did he want to risk it? He looked at Avriletta, she seemed willingly to take the risk. People's lives could be in stake, that was a good enough excuse for both of them. He jumped off the counter and walked toward Avriletta.)
Mindcontrol: I will do everything in my power to get you your memories. However understand that the process of extracting memories deep from your subconscious will be a painful experience for both you and for me; but I'm willing to go through the pain with you.
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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 15, 2009 19:14:09 GMT -5
She met him half way and pecked him on the cheek, "Thank you Jack." he was her confidant, "The sooner the better," however she couldn't say her concerns
I'm afraid of what you'll find... what if it isn't what we need? What is there to know...?
her eyes implored him, she had heard all Amyhad said: 'I know I don't want to remember her face when she was like that....' it was a little disturbing to hear one of her best friends say that.
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Post by Mindcontrol on Jan 15, 2009 22:28:36 GMT -5
(Jack walked and grabbed two folding chairs that were leaning against the corner of the garage. He placed both chairs and sat on one. He smiled to comfort her, so they can begin.)
Mindcontrol: Ave. I know exactly how you feel. We've both been through much, so it doesn't matter. Whatever I'm going to see won't change how I feel about you. I promise you after this is over you'll feel better.
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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 15, 2009 22:56:03 GMT -5
"Okay," It was odd at first but he eased in and slipped quickly past the previous boyfriends and mishaps... then settled on the missing memories, they seemed to be in the back of the mind, out of the way only just, and she relived them.
the living was done outside of her body, she could see Arnold's face bloodied and battered, every one was present, a younger Amy was cowering behind Stiffania who's eyes were fixed on Arnold's face. Her own was contorted into a snarl that was disturbing to look at, "I will kill you. May be not today or tomorrow, but you will die by my hands... Give me a few years and I'll put you down with this finger!" Avriletta jabbed her index finger through his ribs and the nail entered his lung.
the rest of the memories came in blurs, people dead, others injured, Avriletta bowing to a man with a check book and a breif case full of good cash.
the memories ended.
"Gasp!" Avriletta shook and rocked back, "Jack..." her eyes were wide and her hands grasped for his.
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Post by Mindcontrol on Jan 16, 2009 21:37:32 GMT -5
(As the final horrible images need, Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead. He didn't know what to say. The painful images of her face sent chills down his spine. He looked into Avriletta's tearful eyes. He didn't care that the very hands that killed those people were touching his. He placed his other hand on top of hers.)
Mindcontrol: I don't care why you did those things, I don't...care. Thats all in the past, that wasn't you, that wasn't my angel.
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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 17, 2009 22:50:47 GMT -5
"...." she sat in a slight shock, "What was I...?" she sat in his lap and held onto him, "Jack... what we need to know... I found it out..." she showed him the mental image of Arnold and the little girl, "That little Albino girl... she does his dirty work... willingly...she's just a child... Jack... I let a murderer live... because she was a child!" everything was spinning as she clutched hiscollar gently and passed out.
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"Jack." Stiffania walked in to the room and saw her leader in his lap, "Oh," her cheeks turned red and she stuttered, "There's um, a , uh, new ...girl in the House... you, uh, should greet her..." she left embarassed, had she walked in on something? Back to mother nature! she dropped into the ground and made a pocket and meditated.
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Post by Mindcontrol on Jan 18, 2009 1:34:15 GMT -5
Mindcontrol: I'll meet her in a sec.
(Jack carried Avriletta into his arms and walked out of the garage. The images of the man and little girl ran in his head. Who were they? More importantly, why would a little girl have the intentions to kill? She had to be a pretty cold hearted little girl. Jack opened the door with his telekineses and walked toward the elevator. Opening the elevator door in the same manner. He walked inside and the elevators rose to the dormitories.)
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