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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 05:09 PM Post #11 |
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Matt lifted his hands. "Im Matt...i don't want to hurt you...im just looking for a place to stay..." he said, dropping the brutal knives to the floor. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 05:30 PM Post #12 |
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Morgan nodded, lowering the gun. "You didn't have to leave, or sneak around." she said, scooping her daughter up calmly. She stood back up, and leaned on a wall, shifting to avoid landing on the bruises. Claire simply giggled, before yawning. She muttered something incoherent before she settled down. Soon after, small snores penetrated the silence, and Morgan set her daughter down on a stair, watching her calmly, but lovingly. She also now watched the boy again. "You were here first. Choose a place. I can climb the stairs if I need to." she added, almost sarcastic but also motioning around the room. She wanted to be home, but wandering was easier. (Gotta go do dishes. Give me half an hour, OK?) |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 05:34 PM Post #13 |
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Matt watched her before putting the knifes into his belt before taking his place on a chair and bringing his legs up. His bag was beside the chair and reaching into it, he withdrew a few chocolate bars. He held one out, offering it to her. (Ik then, i'll stay right here :) ) |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 05:54 PM Post #14 |
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Morgan's eyes looked at the chocolate bar hungrily, but they lingered on her daughter next. Then she slowly reached out for it, and then she grabbed it gently. "Thank you." she said softly, her usual pride gone as she realized how much the sugar and other things in the chocolate would, hopefully, help her out. She needed more nourishment then Claire, and that meant she needed more to eat. Lately, she'd been having less. |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 06:04 PM Post #15 |
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Matt shook his head. "You look like you need it..." he said shortly before eating his quickly. They were left for emergencies, the chocolate in his bag, but seeing her and the child told him this was definately one such emergency. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 06:14 PM Post #16 |
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Morgan looked like she was going to throw it at him for a brief moment, before she sighed and opened it warily. Claire was safe enough she reasoned. And the boy seemed...nice enough. He didn't seem like the sort to hurt her or Claire. Nibbling the bar thoughtfully Morgan was aware of a certain sort of bliss that came from tasting something so sweet again. The long weeks without much food had left her taste-buds rather dulled, and the chocolate was delicious and sweet. It was a treat, no matter how she figured it. She would need to find a way to repay him, that was certain. "We do." she answered softly, her answer even shorter then his statement. |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 06:23 PM Post #17 |
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Matt nodded then zipped up his bag before picking up his quiver and counting the carbon based, steel tipped arrows. "How old is she?" he asked softly, not looking up from his arrows. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 06:45 PM Post #18 |
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Startled from her thoughts, Morgan took her time replying. "2 months. Her father...he left, while I was pregnant." she said softly, holding her child close to her and nibbling the chocolate quietly. Slow entrance into her system. |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 06:57 PM Post #19 |
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Matt looked up. "That's horrible, my dad left before i was born. I only met him before he got sick..." he said, before placing the quiver on the floor beside his bow. He took a knife from his bag and placed it under his leg along with his K100 . These were precautionary measures in case a grown up got in. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 07:19 PM Post #20 |
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"Her dad was also in his early twenties. He was 21. I was 15." she said softly, hugging Claire very close and keeping the knife and sawed-off shotgun by her side. Morgan wasn't sure if she could have shot Claire's dad, but she certainly would have liked the chance to try. Setting her child in the crook of her body, Morgan sighed before looking out a window. The streets were quiet, and even the occasional dogs were keeping to shadows. |
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