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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 3, 2009 17:13:48 GMT -5
Some days she didn't even know why she was here.
The city didn't appeal to her. It nothing like Massachusetts. She missed were the open forests where she would go hunting with her father. It was a time when they could play pretend. They could fantasize that they were bonding. And there was just something about holding a cold piece of metal in your hands, looking a target straight in the eyes, and being able to decide whether it would live or die (of course, it always died).
Of course, Massachusetts wasn't really a tree-laden utopia. It was mostly a suburban wasteland full of cookie cutter houses and soccer moms and collegiate liberals. Marcy wouldn't really have minded that if her parents weren't conservative to the point of rabid psychosis. She probably wouldn't have minded living a moderate Republican household, but her parents were just, well, nuts in her opinion.
Quickdraw loitered in the hallway, attempting to resist the urge to smoke. The pale sunlight glinted off her silver lighter, which she held in her hands but did not light. She chose this place because it was the last option for her. If they kicked her out, there would be nowhere else to go.
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Post by William Anthony Jr. on Jun 8, 2009 19:26:13 GMT -5
After entering the mansion, Will started to have second thoughts that Troy been here. As he started down a hall way he saw a girl just stand there. "pardon me have you seen a man named Troy Ramirez, he's about a inch or 2 taller than me, a little lighter, but has the same feature I have, he's a doctor who can speak different languages, mainly Spanish, please any information would be helpful." Will asked her.
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 9, 2009 15:54:40 GMT -5
Whoa, deja vu, Marcy thought to herself. The person who approached her had a noticeable resemblance to the boorish doctor whom she had met only days before. Once first glance, she thought it was he was here to yell at her again. It would have been a nightmare to think that he would pursue her all the way to the mansion. She breathed a sigh of relief to realize that this person was not the malevolent physician.
"Well, I saw at the hospital the other day," she answered. "No offense to you, but he was not in a good mood. That was for sure. He wanted to kick me out just because because I was a little annoyed. Good luck finding him."
Sure, she could have been rude to this Ramirez brother, but she understood the difference between a person and their family. After all, she hated being lumped together with her parents and the crazy things they did. She sympathized with this Ramirez boy and having such an jerk for a brother. It was never easy having a difficult family.
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Post by William Anthony Jr. on Jun 9, 2009 17:43:12 GMT -5
Will smirked and folded his arms. "You said something about his Spanish, didn't you?" Will asked. Will knew that Troy was a borderline happy-go-lucky kind of person, not so much where it was scary, but enough to where it was annoying and the one thing that sets him off is to said something about his Spanish. "Anyways thanks for the info....." Will said as he turned and started back down the hall, he stopped and looked back and said " You know if it comforts you you should just have one, I'm sure they'll understand."
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