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Post by wolflegend on Dec 22, 2009 17:34:37 GMT -5
Maria chuckled a deep chuckle. So he was going to play stuborn too? hmm..This outa be a challenge. Not!
She got up slowly and limped towards the pile of clothes. she tosesed them over to him and she resumed her sitting position looking at the waves: knees pulled up to her chest and her head on her knees.
She could win if they were going to play stuborn. She was born with stuborn as a name tag.
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Post by tenacious on Dec 22, 2009 17:36:50 GMT -5
Fitz climbed a top the clothes; might as well warm them. He eyed the girl. He had no where to go and could remain here all night- well, he had his tiny little place, but it wasn't like the old lady next door would come over, scream when she didn't see him, and run off looking for Fitz. Hell, she screamed when she actually saw Fitz. So comforting, that old lady.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 22, 2009 17:42:23 GMT -5
Maria chuckled another low chuckle. I don't have anywhere else to go either. As far as I am concerned I am the hostage here. She had a plan, and that plan she would execute with her brains and looks. She loved doing plans like this...... It got to the enemy and she could cross over onto safe territory.
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Post by tenacious on Dec 22, 2009 17:43:53 GMT -5
Fitz seemed to shrug once more as he lay straight out. One of his eyes closed and he seemed to go into a light sleep, though the other remained open; despite his dozing, Fitz was quite alert, and one would be a damn fool to think he was unaware of things going on around him.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 22, 2009 17:51:10 GMT -5
Your stalling... She told him with a low vice almost in a whisper.
She was very indulgent now. She didn't care what would happen. Not now. As far as she was concerned she was the hostage. Or did she know something he didn't? That's something to dwell on.... What could she possibly know that he didn't?
She layed on her side and shut her eys. Her head lay on her hands and her body on sand. She closed her eys slowly, still aware of what wen on around, her sharp hearing and smell saw to that.
she looked at peace when her eyes were closed and almost like an angel. Her skin didn't have any scratches on it and it was porclain white and smoothe. She looked very, very, very pale in the moonlight now. Unusually pale.
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