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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 11:09:05 GMT
Des stared at her
"Because I
Have anger issues
Am all alone
Want revenge on whoever murdered my uncle
Feel superior to those around me
Will never have any peace
needed help," he said. "Emotional things."
He noticed her glance at the Quiet Man.
"He," he said quietly, "is a murderer."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 11:15:52 GMT
She tilted her head at his hesitation, but accepted his answer. "How do you know that?"
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 11:18:41 GMT
"Someone told me," said Desmond very quietly, "one of the orderlies."
He did not want to get Barnabas into trouble. The man had been friendly, so he would not name him as his source.
"They say he used to take their eyes."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 11:22:53 GMT
She looked towards the man again. There was no one else there. That didn't make sense. If he had killed people...
"That's creepy."
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 11:27:51 GMT
Desmond nodded.
He could understand how someone might kill another in the heat of the moment, or by being driven by a need for justice. He shifted uncomfortably and for a moment there seemed to be panes of glass around him, swaying, forming walls and openings through which Tabitha and the Quiet Man were seen only dimly, reflected here and there. Just for a moment and then the hallucination passed. But to kill in cold blood, many times, to take the eyes...
"Creepy and a half," he said, "I suppose they think he's insane. That's why he's here. You'd think they'd lock him up though."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 11:36:51 GMT
"Maybe he's not dangerous. Maybe he had motivation then, but doesn't now. I mean, we could be dangerous, and they let us wander around, right?"
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 11:38:28 GMT
Yes.
"Yes,"
I wonder why that is?
Desmond looked blank for a second. He wasn't really able to wander around was he? The glass would smash if he tried to move too far or too fast.
"I suppose he must be safe enough. I've never heard him speak."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 11:39:25 GMT
"Have you tried talking to him?" He was probably listening. They weren't being quiet.
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 11:40:23 GMT
Desmond shrugged.
"No,"
It hadn't occurred to him.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 12:08:50 GMT
She considered it.He was real, and seemingly untroubled by the never-again people. Maybe another day.
"Why not?"
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 13:14:35 GMT
Why?
He didn't speak to many people. Some of them - he had believed - were beneath his notice. When he had been sent here he'd resented it, resented being considered the same as these lunatics and mental cases. And he was not in the habit of small talk.
But... Barnabas had persisted.
And this girl reminded him of... someone he could speak to.
"He's a murderer," Des said, "I suppose I was nervous."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 14:15:25 GMT
"Okay."
She was quiet a while, fiddling with the bindings on her notebook.
"What school did you go to...before?"
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 15:23:25 GMT
The lake. The cold water choking him. The presence there.
"Hogwarts," he said, "Ravenclaw house. You?"
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 16:54:38 GMT
"Lucky. I was at Shipton's Academy for British Witches." An all girls school. It had a good reputation, but was quite small, and rather old fashioned.
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 20, 2015 21:58:42 GMT
Des nodded. He hadn't heard of it, but there was no reason to, as he once would have done, announce that. He hadn't even tried to guess her blood status. Such things were, he reminded himself, NOT IMPORTANT.
"Was it good there?" he asked.
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