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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 21:38:55 GMT -5
"You're under no obligation to answer, obviously," Hirsch murmured, "But what does that ring remind you of? Tell you what, if you can provide some sort of answer, I'll answer any question you have as truthfully as possible,". He added this as an afterthought- fair trade, right? There was a lot people could ask. Simple things like how old he was, or bigger things like who his parents were and why he didn't like them. (In all honesty, they had been fantastic parents. Just not right for Hirsch- and he needed to place blame on someone. He couldn't live with blaming himself for everything that happens.)
The man murmured his thanks when the waitress set a cup of ice before him. She departed quickly and Hirsch dropped a few cubes into his beer before taking another sip, this time keeping it in his hands, fingers drumming against the sides once more.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 22:37:26 GMT -5
Annelise looked at Hirsch then stared at the table, still absently fooling with her ring on the chain. "Different things....." She sighed but then said as an after though, "Mostly my mother, though....."
Annelise stared at the table then closed her eyes. Her ears stared to ring as she kept hearing the sound of gunfire, remembering that night. She opened her eyes after a minute and then looked back at Hirsch. It was a very painful memory watching her mother die due to a gun shot.
"Bad memories of my mother. Memories in vain. Memories of my past." She told him looking at him again then at her glass of water. She picked it up and studied it, still thinking about that night and what she could have done to protect it.
"Things are done, things are passed, things are let go. But to none be forgotten, to this day forward let them live on...." She told him. "That's what it says around the rim of the ring," she said explaining what she said.
Annelise pulled her necklace off by pulling at it, not even unbuckleing it or anything, just ripping it off her neck. It came off with a click sound and she held it above the candle. On the walls were stars. They looked like stars of David like in the Bible, but they could have been regular stars.
"The words are diamond...." She explained as words appeared on the walls around them like the ring had. The room grew darker as the candle's light was taken by the ring. Then she moved it away and the room went back to its normal candle light view.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 22:44:42 GMT -5
Her mother.
Hirsch sat in silence, part of him filled with memories of his own, for it was impossible for him to know what thoughts were racing through Annelise's mind. His mother. Was she dead now? He racked his brain. She probably was- she woudn't be too old, of course, but his mother had always been frail. Dainty. Weak, in short. Was this what had attracted his father to her? Hirsch frowned lightly as Annelise continued on speaking. She looked at him before studying her glass of water and Hirsch was tempted to reach across the table, but he kept his hands on his glass, no longer drumming his fingers against the sides.
"Things are done, things are passed, things are let go. But to none be forgotten, to this day forward let them live on...."
Interesting words.
Annelise ripped the necklace off her neck and held it above the candle light. His gaze traveled to the wall as the words began to appear around them. Hirsch looked back at Annelise as she removed the ring, silent for a few moments, before slowly speaking, "Memories are good."
What else could he say? That he was sorry about whatever had happened? That the ring was pretty? No. The silence that fell around them would say it all for him.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 22:51:16 GMT -5
Annelise studied her glass fo a moment longer then looked at the man named Hirsch. "Not all memories are good, some can be if you remember them right, but they can also turn into nightmares..." She spoke from experrience. She woke up in the middle of the night sweating as she dreampt of her mother being shot and her there, doing nothing because she was so little.
Yes, she was small and just a child, but she could still remember the face of the person who murndered her mother, and she promised vengence for her mother. She wouldn't stop thinking about her mother and the theif on that night until after she killed him.
Annelise went back to studying her glass again. She saw water drip on the edges of it down to the bottom then to the table. She blew on the glass and it fogged up realeasing more water on the outside as it warmed up when the inside was cold.
Annelise fastened the ring back around her neck and then studied the glass more.
She debated on leaving, taking a walk or at least a swim in the pool out back. She needed a refreasher, a mind wipe possibly, but she didn't know if that was possible. She wished it was. Her mind would be wiped. Of everything.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 22:54:54 GMT -5
"It's still nice to know," Hirsch murmured before draining his glass. The ice had melted in the two cups and the beer in the pitcher would be watered down by now. He set the glass down, pushing the three items together, staring at Annelise before looking back towards all the people. Lost in their own worlds. Sometimes, he enjoyed getting lost in his own world; away from the sorrow of all the other people. But that meant being trapped with his own fucking memories- nobody grew up with only pleasant things happening in their life. While he enjoyed some of the memories, the ones he hated, the ones he wished he could change, destroy, showed up the most often.
Hirsch abrutly rose from his chair, "I...I'm going to go outside. Would you like to come with me?" He did not want to be entirely alone.
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