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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 16:50:04 GMT -5
Oliver raises his hand, as if to pat her gently. "Good t'en, I dunno w'at I'd of done if ye'd we're beside me 'ike t'is... or worse. It was my folly an' my a'one. Why did'in ye show up ear'ier!? I wou'd'in be gett'in a pain-killer addiction t'en!"
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 16:52:19 GMT -5
::She smiles and shakes her head. She sighs heavily, letting her shoulders droop::
Trust me, if I wasn't so sure it'd kill you, I'd be in that bed right beside you.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 17:07:16 GMT -5
Oliver laughs. "Yea, t'at be nice...except for t'e agonizing pain. Oh did ye get w'at I left ye? T'e comb and ot'er t'ings? I may wa't t'ose back now." He jokes. "Ye k'ow, not be'in dead an' all."
In the hallway, Sid watches one of the few working TVs in the hospital, remainign quiet and still. It's GNN, talking about the new policies being enacted in the LSR. Talk of one party rule to ensure no 'capitalist exploitation' and a new 'Three-year plan' to rebuild the economy and strengthen the state. Seizing of private industry and ownership, handing it over to the state. New rules of law to protect the state from individuals, and outlawing anything seen as 'counter-revolutionary'. These board statement's fail to sit well with Sid. It might be seen in the eyes of many as intended to help the whole, but they to him sound more forbidding then a few banned books and poor wages.
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 17:19:51 GMT -5
::Iole rolls her eyes as the effects of the drugs become a little more obvious::
You are such a lightweight. Yeah they're yours. Oh and I borrowed one of your coats. I hope you don't mind... Do you want me to sing again? Would that help you rest?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 17:25:44 GMT -5
Oliver nods, droopy. "Heh, I kid... keep t'em, t'ey're my gifts to ye... t'ough may need t'e comb if we get into a pinch..." He closes his eye, sleepy, head slightly spinning. "Yes, t'at wou'd be great. Ye sing'in... is s-so beautiful."
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 20:11:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Is there some kind of rule against two songs in one thread from the same character? Oh well) Alright. I'm dedicating this to the roguishly handsome Burmecian in the front row. ::She chuckles until again she notices the nurse like a sore-spot in her vision. She openly glowers at her this time:: Do you mind? Nothing noteworthy going on in here. Nurse: But I need to be here in case... ::But Iole is already moving to escort her out, pulling her out of her chair and pushing her roughly to the door:: He's going to sleep. I'll call you if anything changes. Nurse: But-but-but Thank you, good bye. ::Before she can say anything more, Iole opens the door and thrusts her into the hallway, locking the door behind her. She waves at her cheekily from the window before returning to her seat. She's not sure if Oliver can still hear her, but it's alright with her so long as he can be at peace for a few moments:: Alright Ollie. Just forget your pain for now. I just want you to picture you and me living happily in that beautiful world you helped create. www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3ewZyXm2T4
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The LPA
Experienced Novice
?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on Jun 14, 2009 20:33:24 GMT -5
((Wow, one I've actually heard before! But I dunno where...))
"She likes to get her way." Violette scoffs at the flabbergasted nurse. "Going to write that in the report? Kicked out of the room by a woman in love?" She turns away. "Bet that will go over well."
The nurse snorts and walks off down the hall, blowing through the double doors and disappearing. Violette meanwhile takes a peak through the observation window, slightly smiling to herself.
::Elsewhere, in a dark office overlooking the city center, the new 'People's Square'::
"Comrade, Internal Affairs is on the phone."
Reynard looks up from his desk, eyes weary and cold. He sets the pen in his hand aside on the desk and closes the book he was writing in.
"Thank you, you may go."
When the door shuts, Reynard picks up the phone receiver.
"We have a little matter to discuss... No, the people know nothing yet... Given the right situation, the right story, anyone can be shaped into a dissident... No, a few more days. Yes... yes... We better hope, Astaroth."
((New thread))
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 20:58:33 GMT -5
(OOC: It's an endcredit song for Inuyasha)
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