private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: darkvamplips on June 05, 2009, 09:56:44 pm</h2>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 05, 2009, 09:56:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been almost a year since their sister's death. A year of pain and fighting. Now the twins weren't as close as they used to be and it hurt her to see him like this. The year of counseling and tears did nothing for him. Right now she was in the kitchen cooking for the two knowing he would not come down. At least maybe he would eating something tonight. Every night she cooked something good and left it by his door. Sometimes there was food gone and most times he did not touch anything. She had just started cooking their dinner at this time and she was already tired. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 07:24:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While she was cooking dinner she suddenly noticed the sound of music. It was faint, but audible, and coming through the open window. There was no other house that close, so the music was either coming from someone in the garden... or from the room of her brother.<br><br>But Craig had been a fan of hip hop and pop, not this ... what was it anyway? Some sort of choral?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 07:26:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The music filtered the house and she knew it was not his music. Placing the dishes down she went out to see who or what was making that sound. Did he have a change of heart and was changing his music?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 07:43:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No one was outside in the garden, and she had no trouble spotting the open window of his room - he was listening to this music. Where did he get it? It sounded like some of the music she heard once in that documentary about old european chruches or something, which she had once listened to during a presentation at school, but something was off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 07:44:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed that it was from upstairs and walked upstairs wondering what was going on. A few knocks could be heard on the door a few moments later wanting to know why this was happening. Sighing, she hoped that he would at least talk to her this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 07:54:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard what sounded like a muffled curse, and the music was turned off. Then the door opened, and her twin brother Craig stared at her. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed - at this time of the day? and hadn't slept for too long. He smelled like he had not showered today, or yesterday, either.<br><br>"What do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:05:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he came out she took a step away from him just in case. He would probably not hurt her but she did not know his mind state. "I heard different music is all. You need to eat something I am making your favorite." She whispered slowly looking up to his eyes wondering what his reaction would be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:17:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He snorted. "Why do you think you know what my favorite is? Huh? What did you cook anyway?" He sounded as aggressive as in the past, but there was also a bit of confusion behind the attitude.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:19:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know because your my twin brother. Macaroni and cheese." She said knowing their parents used to make it and it was his favorite food a while ago. She kept her distance this time not wanting to anger him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:22:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment it looked as if he was about to slam the door in her face, but then he reconsidered, and walked past her, down to the kitchen. When he saw that dinner was not yet ready he cursed. Nothing muffled there, a plain four letter word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:26:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was in the process of beginning it when I heard some music. I'll get started on it." She didn't mean to give him false hopes and went into the kitchen starting to cook right in front of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:37:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig's answer was so slurred it almost sounded like a growl, and her twin brother walked into the living room, kicking the magazines on the coffe table down to the floor so he could plant his feet on it, then grabbed the remote and started jumping through channels, commenting - usually with an expletive - each channel before switching to another. After 5 minutes he shouted "Have you finished dinner already, or did you mess it up again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2009, 08:40:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly she moved out of the way so he could get past her. Five minutes was not long enough to make something. "I am working on it give me some time." She had already burned her hand a few moments ago trying to get the dinner ready for him. Second degree and it hurt quite a bit. Another 10 minutes or so later she was done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2009, 01:04:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig ate silently, and avoided looking at her. From up close he looked paler than she had noticed before. His hair was unkempt, and too long, and his face was covered by a thin beard - he mustn't have shaved for a week or so. Her twin brother ate the whole plate, and went for seconds and thirds, so that was one thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2009, 04:06:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At least he was eating something. After the plate was handed to him she ran her arm under cold water for the burn. Usually if someone got hurt the other would feel it and she hoped he would not feel it and get mad. Sighing she sat in the kitchen and picked at the food on her plate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2009, 05:53:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig snarled "Clumsy idiot, when will you learn?" at her, but did not really seem to expect an answer. Whe he saw her picking at the food he looked suspiciously at his plate "Is something wrong with the food, or why are you picking at it, huh?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2009, 08:03:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she heard his remark about the burn a tear fell from her eye. Why was he being like this? Normally he would be kind and helpful when she was hurt but not now. "Why do you care?" She snapped at him not wanting him to pesture her right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2009, 06:48:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because I am eating it too." Craig glared at her. "So, why aren't you eating?" There was no concern in his question, instead there was suspicion and the hint of accusation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2009, 01:48:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a bite and ate it proving she did nothing to it. "Never mind." There was so much she wanted to say and talk about but how could she?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2009, 02:55:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig snorted and finished his plate. Without bothering to place it in the dishwasher he stood up and vanished into his room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2009, 09:50:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he left she could not help it the tears came down her cheeks. She had another mouthful and that made her sick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 12, 2009, 03:33:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon afterwards the odd music is audible again, sporadically only though - she can almost feel the missing parts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 12, 2009, 09:35:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Do you mind if she's pregnant?) She put her food in the garbage along with whatever he left on his plate then started washing the dishes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2009, 10:06:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Your decision.) The doorbell rang. Another delivery for him - boks it seemed. Expensive books, not Amazon discount ware.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2009, 05:13:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been pregnant about two months and barely showing but did not want to tell her brother. Placing a hand on her belly she walked over to the door to answer it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 07:13:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is a heavy package this time, from a shop in Europe. The delivery man, possibly a college student with a sidejob, or a washout, flirts a bit with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 07:21:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not mind the little bit of flirting it felt good since she was pregnant. "Thanks." She smiled back at him and took the package.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 08:30:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man left with his van, leaving her with a heavy package. A big 'Sealed' sticker partially obscured the address of the shop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2009, 08:31:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What was in this box? She picked it up careful not to touch her stomach and brought it inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2009, 03:17:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The package was heavy, and did not rattle - so whatever was inside was wrapped up well. A number of stickers on the package proclaimed "books". From her brother's room the odd music was heard again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2009, 10:45:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not bring up the box it was too heavy and she was feeling sick to her stomach. Slowly she walked upstairs and knocked on his door for him to come down and get the package.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2009, 07:28:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig opened his door, angry at the interruption. He looked as if he hadn't slept too well lately too, and his hair was unkempt. The music was louder now, with the door open, and sounded as if it used a lot of organs - heavy and slow. "What do you want now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2009, 06:04:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced and pulled back when the door opened. "You have a package." She said simply turning away and going to the washroom. Morning sickness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2009, 06:47:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig doesn't answer, but hurries down the stairs. "Where is it? Where is it?" His voice starts to raise, then he must have spotted the package, and falls silent. She can hear how he all but runs up the stairs and then hears his door slam - he must have pushed it close with his hands still carrying the book, as soon as he was inside his room.<br><br>The music is turned down soon so she doesn't catch it outside his room anymore - just outside his window, and even there it is faint. Craig stays inside his room the whole afternoon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2009, 07:01:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he came back upstairs he could hear her throwing up in the washroom. Would he think something is wrong with her and come talk to her? When she was done she leaned against the wall of the washroom and sighed. This baby was getting to her and she only started having morning sickness in the last month.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2009, 04:53:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig doesn't seem to care, if he even hard her. Or at least doesn't seem to care more for her than for the package he got delivered - some old book. Evening approaches, and dinnertime with it. The weather is turning ugly as well - stormy winds according to the forecast - and the sky's turning dark before the sun's down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2009, 04:53:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she was done she got out noticing something was different. The house was darker then normal around this time and she had not heard about the storm that was coming. Slowly she walked down stairs to start making food for her and her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 06:57:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The storm soon hits the house's area. Nothing too dangerous, but strong enough so people wouldn't go out unless they have to. Powerlines could get struck, of course, and internet access might be disrupted.<br><br>Craig doesn't come out until the evening when he stomps down the stairs and enters the kitchen, peering at his sister. "What are you cooking?" he asks, glancing at the fridge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 07:00:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she was young she hated storms and she still did. The only person that could calm her was her brother but he was gone. "Chicken noodle soup." She said not feeling well enough to cook anything else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 07:46:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chicken Soup?" Craig frowns, and checks the fridge. Apparently finding nothing that suits his taste better, and with the storm rendering it impossible to order pizza he grumbles something that can be called "ok" if one is generous, and goes to slump down in the living room, zapping through the television channels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 04:01:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry I'm just feeling sick today." She said knowing he wanted something more then chicken soup but that was all she could make. About 10 minutes later she put two bowls on the kitchen table and sat down on one of the chairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 04:29:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig grabs the bowl, an wolves it down with a grunt, then gets the rest of the soup without asking if she wants some more. "Should learn to cook something other than this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2009, 04:55:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not get very much and sighed when he took the rest. She took a spoonful and put it in her mouth. "I told you I am not feeling well. I know how to cook other stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2009, 09:22:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't look sick to me. You're just lazy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2009, 09:09:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No you wouldn't. It's not on the outside." Feeling him call her lazy made her feel sad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2009, 09:43:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, in your head." Craig scoffs at her. "I am busy this evening, don't bother me in my room." He walks out, heading to his room. The door closes with an audible crack and she soon can hear the music again - louder this time, and sounding somewhat off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2009, 12:19:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he said those words a few tears streamed down her face. Why was he like this? She did not finish her dinner and put the dishes in her sink after he went upstairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2009, 06:40:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The house feels colder and lonely with her alone in it. The storm has grown stronger, and water's splashing against the windows. Occasionaly she hears the crack of thunder, and can spot what looks like flashes in the distance. Outside it's very dark now - even the familiar garden looks strange with so many shadows turning it into a maze full of dark corners.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 18, 2009, 12:53:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even when she was younger she hated storms and now this was no different. She hurried into her bedroom and under the covers. He knew about her fear of storms and wished he could give her one of his hugs that made everything all better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 18, 2009, 12:10:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly the whole house shakes and she hears a loud crash ad breaking glass from the first floor. Wind and thunder sound different, a bit closer maybe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 04:06:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped when she heard the glass and slowly peered out. She needed to go see what had crashed and walked out of the room. "Craig can you come with me?" She asks stopping at his door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 07:33:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hears no answer, but she can hear the rain and wind much better standing in front of his door. And there seems to be a current of air blowing through under the door, right on her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 03:59:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the air and then opened his door wondering where he was. "Craig?" She called out walking into the cold room and looking around for her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 04:14:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig is lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. The window is open, shattered, and the rain is soaking his bed and desk. He has a thick book next to him, and extinguished candles are scattered around the floor. Rain drops smeared some chalk symbol on the floor. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 04:20:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Craig?" She screamed running over to him wondering what happened then kneeled down beside him. "Please answer me." She took his wrist in her hand and felt for a pulse hoping there was one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 04:37:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There's a pulse, a weak but steady one. The storm drenches her, so close to the window. The wind rushes through the room now, with the door open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:00:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got up and closed the window so the rain wouldn't get in. What happened? "Craig please wake up." She kneeled down beside him again wondering if she should call the hospital.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:15:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				the window was shattered - to close it she'll have to nail something over it, and lower the shutters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:17:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry forgot it was shattered.)<br><br>She lowered the drapes and that was all she could do. Now she had to try to wake him up or take him to the hospital.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:36:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig slowly regains consciousness "Oh... what hit me..." Then he notices his sister. "What are you doing? Where is the book? What happened?" He starts looking around, then winces, holding his head, obviously in pan, and sinks back down, resting a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:38:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he woke up she gently held him down so he could rest. "I don't know. She said what were you doing?" She asked watching him wondering what happened and was very confused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 05:51:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's none of your business, sis. It's enough if I am involved." He seems still a bit out to speak so freely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 19, 2009, 06:27:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually it is. You have been ignoring me and treating me like dirt." She slowly pulled away from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 02:44:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig turned his head away "... go away." By now both are soaked through.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 02:47:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop tuning me out. You can talk to me." She said crossing her arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 04:12:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not look at her, and did not answer, covering his eyes with his right arm instead. The book he had been reading was still there, and seemed to have escaped the rain blown into the room. The only light in the room was coming from outside, Craig had had all lights turned off. Not even teh computer had een running.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 05:14:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a light coming in the window outside. "Craig tell me what's going on right now." She kept her arms crossed and wanted answers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 05:20:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It does not concern you." Craig still avoided looking at her, and there was a hint of desperation in his voice.<br><br>(sorry, my mistake, I meant outside as in outside the room, from the hallway. The garden and the rest outside the house it's dark.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 05:22:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ok)<br><br>"I'm sick of this." She yelled the tears streaming down her face as she got up from her seat on the floor. "Maybe I should leave for a few days." She walked out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 05:23:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig nodded. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea." The relief in his voice is so thick she could almost cut it with a knife.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 05:24:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(What would happen if she did leave? Go in a worse state?)<br><br>"How could you be like this to me." She stopped at the doorway then went to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 06:58:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard the door close behind her, preceded by a groan - as if Craig had forced himself to move depsite some pain, and pushed it close from teh ground.<br><br>OOC: Craig would be free to do what he plans to without any interference, which probably would have final consequences one way or the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:00:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(But maybe get in a worse state because he is afraid that she will get hurt or killed)?<br><br>She looked at the door and then sighed. What ever happened between them? She needed to think and went to her bed then sat on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:04:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The music from her brother's room starts up again, audible despite the storm.<br><br>(If Craig is concerned about her then he might think she's in danger if she stays.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:05:22 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(So I don't know if I should make her leave or not)<br><br>She picked up a bear that he gave her and held it tight to her chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:15:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The music was suddenly louder for an instant, followed by the sound of the dor getting slammed. Craig must had left his room.<br><br>OOC: Well leaving likely will cut the plot shorter than staying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:18:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I'll have her stay then)<br><br>She jumped when the door slammed shut and knew he was leaving his room. She looked back at the bear and sighed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:54:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bear doesn't react to the sigh, but the storm outside intensified. She could hear Craig cursing on the ground floor, then shouting "Sis, where did you hide dry candles?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 07:59:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been so long she last heard her brother called her sis. Maybe he realized what he was doing hurt. "Why do you need candles?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 08:04:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's none of your business. I just need them!" She remembered that he had had a lot of - now soaked - candles on the floor of his room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2009, 08:23:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well maybe I will tell you if you tell me why." She said not wanting him to do what he did before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 02:37:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stared at her, started to sa ysomething, then stopped. "Why do you care what I do with stupid candles? I don't ask what you do with your Teddy Bear!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 03:06:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gripped the teddy bear that he gave her and sighed. "I'm not going to tell you anything anymore. You have just been so rude to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 03:38:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig looked away and cursed again, under his breath, before tearing through the supply closet. Outside the storm is raging still, and rain is splattering against the windows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 03:39:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started shivering from the storm outside. "I hate storms." She whispered loud enough for him to hear it and got under the covers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 04:00:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig did not react to her words, instead he searched for fresh candles for several minutes until he gave up. She could hear him return to his room, then go to thekitchen and stay there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 04:01:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was just to much he used to care for her and hug her when there was a storm going on but not now. "Craig can you please come stay with me?" Her voice quivered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 05:34:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am busy, damn it. This is more important than your angst." Craig's voice sounds a bit shrill, even counting the distance to the kitchen. "Go crawl in bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 05:46:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in bed the pain filtered through her again as he said no to coming to her. Laying down she wrapped her arms around her pregnant belly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 05:51:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a while she heard steps - and cursing - coming up the stairs, then the door to Craig's room closed with a thud. The music soon started to grow louder and louder, and she could almost feel it with her solar plexus as soft vibrations. The storm grew in intensity, thunder rolling almost continously over the house. Between that and the wind she couldn't hear much, but then she caught fragments of Craig's voice, sounding like he was chanting, or screaming.<br><br>Suddenly the music stopped, and what lights were in the house went out - power was out. And a scream she had never heard before came from her brother's room, followed by loud crashing noises.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 05:55:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Make it stop." She cried out covering her ears with her hands not liking the noise. The storm was just growing and she did not like it at all. When the lights went out she looked up wondering what happened. Then she heard the loud scream and crash then ran to her brother's room again. "Craig what's going on?" She banged on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:03:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No reply. As before she just heard wind and rain - and thunder. And the door was locked from the inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:04:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled at the door and banged on it again. "Open the door." She screamed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:08:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door didn't budge, and no one opened. No word from Craig either. She thought she might have heard a groan, but that was hard to tell with the noise from the storm. Power was still out and the house was dark, almost utterly without light. Even after growing up in the house it'd be hard to navigate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:11:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something wrong and she ran back into her room almost colliding with the door frame. She rumaged through her things and found a hair clip then went back to the door. She fiddled with the hair clip and managed to get the door unlocked. This time she didn't care about the window and ran over to him. "Craig."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:36:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rain hit her in the face as soon as she opened the door. Craig lies in the middle of his ruined room - desk, bed, all furniture was wet and partially thrown around. Craig was unconscious again, and bleeding from a gash in his forehead. Candles were spread all ove the furniture and floor, and stains on the wall show they were thrown.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:44:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Craig?" He called out again and went to the bathroom to get a towel. She came back and then put the towel on the gash and felt his neck for any signs of a pulse. She was really worried now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:52:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The music failed... all was working, then the music failed... why?" Craig was almost inaudible, his voice very weak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:55:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to be not making sense. "Shh just rest." She said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 06:58:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no. Why did the music fail? Did you do that? Did you?" he turned to look at her, and his pupils were very wide, and he seemed to have trouble focusing. His hands gripped her biceps, almost painfully hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 07:00:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I did not do anything. Ow stop your hurting me." Why did she keep coming to him when he was just hurting her like this. Now it was physical. Even so she kept her towel on his wound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 07:38:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone did. And we're alone here. And I didn't do it." Craig was getting louder, almost screaming, and his hands were like vices now - she'd have marks on her arms in the morning. His eyes were still not properly focusing, and he was shaking his head. "What do you want? What do you want with the towel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 07:39:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't do it please believe me." She took her hands off her towel and gripped his arms. "Let me go. You have a cut on your head from something. Please." Tears filled her eyes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 07:47:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stared at her, then pushed her back violently, the sudden release from the pressure on her arms almost hurting. "Get out! Get Away!" He scooted back, starting to sob.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 07:50:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled away she gripped her shoulder in pain. "Please tell me what's going on." She watched him scoot away from her almost as if he's scared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 08:13:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time he was screaming "Get OUT! Get out of the house!" and started to throw candles, half-burnt, at her. "Get out before it's too late!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 08:16:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she did was stare at him and then got up to leave. She would not leave the house but left the room. That was the last time she would come running in there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 08:19:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A candle hit her on the back of the head when she was at the door, and she could hear him sobbing, and mumbling something that sounded like "Run." Then the door closed, and she was alone, in the dark.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2009, 05:42:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was not going to leave the house and grabbed her head when he threw the candle. Tears filled her eyes as she went into her room and under the covers alone. "Stop." She whispered laying her head down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 02:36:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a bit she heared more trashing noises, as if Craig was demolishing his room. Curses too, mostly about the lack of light. Then he sarted to call her, ordering her in a hsterical voice to bring the lights back, at once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 02:40:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced when he started thrashing and cursing again. The last thing she would never have thought he would do was hurt her. "I can't the powers out." She yelled back at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 03:57:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Get it back then, idiot!" Craig was sounding and acting more and more irrational. She hears a few more curses she's never thought he'd use, and some gibberish that does not make any sense. Then she hears heavy footsteps, and her door gets pushed open. "Get out and do something!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 03:59:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped when he opened the door and turned toward him. "I can't do anything until the power company fixes it. There is nothing I can do." She just wanted to go to sleep now and closed her eyes hoping he would go away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 04:26:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig would have none of it. He moved to her bed, and grabbed her arm again. "You can do something, you have to do something. The dark is not right!" He sounded hysterical, and on the edge of breaking down, panting heavily. His face was covered with a sheen of water - and cold sweat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 04:44:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your hurting me please let go." She pulled at his arm not wanting to be hurt again. The baby was in trouble if he hurt her at all and she did not want that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 05:37:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go? Yes, you should go - go and do something. Or simply go away!" He screamed at her, pulling her out of the bed. The only light came from a flickering maglight he was holding, and the beam of the lamp kept ruining her night vision her while he swung it around erratically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 05:54:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Craig stop." She screamed when she was being thrown how could he do something like this to her. "Your hurting me." She put her hands on his and tried to pull him free.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 05:58:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her go, panting. His face was hidden in the darkness, the beam of his lamp on herself, but she could see him tremble. "Get the lights back before it's too late!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 06:09:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go look but it wont work I told you." She went downstairs and out the front door to check if all the lights were out on their block.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2009, 06:38:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All lights were out, and the rain hit her in the face almost like a blow when she opened the front door - the storm was still raging. In a very short time she was soaked to the bone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 01:51:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart sank as she saw the light out then went back inside. "The power is out for everyone." She called in and then sat on the couch wrapping a warm blanket around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 02:17:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beam from Craig's lamp cut through the darkness in the living room. "So? Do someting, damn it!" It was erraic, like his behavior, and wildly flashed around in the room, lighting up different parts of it at random.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 02:19:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a deep breath she let it out. "I have had enough of this. I can't do anything about it. The power is out you have to wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 02:49:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... can't... wait." His voice sounded very strained, and close to breaking. "Don't you undestand? I can't wait, I can't stand the dark!" He stepped closer to her, his flashlight blinding her now, aimed straight at her head as if she was a cirminal under interrogation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 03:01:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She put her hands to block the light up to her face and sighed. "You never had a problem with being in the dark before." She said quietly looking at him hoping the baby was still ok in her stomach from earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 03:56:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do have a PROBLEM NOW." Craig was sounding shrill. "Why do you like it in the dark? What are you hiding?" He was bent down now, staring in her face from close up. He smelled too - sweat mostly, and some strange incense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 04:00:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved her face away from his when he leaned down. "Nothing have you totally lost it? The power will come back on as soon as they can fix it." She took a deep breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 05:47:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're not doing anything! Not even calling the power company! You like that, huh?" Craig came closer, his breath reaching her while he panted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 05:55:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The power company is going to tell me to wait it out. They will fix it soon enough. What's wrong?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 06:10:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's wrong? What's wrong? I am telling you what's wrong: This darkness is wrong!" Craig was almost shouting, but then dropped his voice to a whisper. "The darkness is evil... evil. It creeps into you, slowly. Only light can dispell it." He was still panting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 06:15:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At least he wasn't yelling or threatening to hurt her anymore. "Look I'll get you a glass of water you sit down and try to relax ok?" Was this him saying he was scared of the dark now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 07:25:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Try to relax? In the dark? Do you want me to let my guard down? Is that your plan?" Craig was still whispering, but his flashlight was wavering, his hands had to be trembling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2009, 11:22:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly she got up and went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. A few moments later she came back and handed it to him. "Just take a few sips."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2009, 02:36:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig looked at the glass, even sniffed the liquid, and still hesitated, inspecting it with his lamp before taking a careful sip. "Why are you so comfortable in this darkness? What is your secret?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2009, 02:39:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did he think she was going to poison him or something? She looked confused when he checked it. "Because I have nothing to fear in the darkness." She said as she sat down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2009, 06:40:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig jerked, spilling water on the floor and himself. "What? Everyone has to be afraid of the dark. Why would you have nothing to fear?" His flashlight wavered again, an he started to walk around agitatedly, talking half to himself. "Only the evil people are at home in the darkness... only the dark themselves..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2009, 01:31:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he jerked she moved away suddenly feeling scared of him. This was too much she was abused by the closest thing in her life. Her twin brother. Now she was watching him pace back and forth throughout the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2009, 06:43:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why aren't you scared? Did you make&nbsp; deal? Did they offer you the same deal as they did offer to me?" He was staring at her with wild eyes. "Did you take the deal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2009, 06:33:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How can I answer that question when I don't even know what you are talking about?" She was getting rather fed up of this and annoyed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2009, 07:19:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did the shadows promise you salvation of you made a sacrifice? Did they?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2009, 07:28:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No and you have gone insane." She said getting up and going back to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2009, 04:05:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Insane? Me? Is that your plan? Paint me as crazy so you can save yourself?" Craig followed her, stumbling into a chair in the darkness, and cursing in a language she didn't recognize.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2009, 04:09:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Until you are going to explain why you are like this don't come near me. You are scaring me and I don't like it." She hurried upstairs and went in her room remembering he had broke the door down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2009, 04:27:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah? I am scaring you? Do you have a reason to be scared of me? Some guilty conscience, perhaps?" He almost yelled the last three words, and stood in the door of her room, glaring at her - at least she assumed so, since the lights were still out and his flashlight blinded her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2009, 04:30:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You have never hurt me and you did. I actually don't want to be around you because of it." She laid down on her bed again and closed her eyes. Please go away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2009, 02:40:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig didn't go away. Instead he walked upo to the bed, and poked her. "Oh, me go away? Into the dark? That's what you'd like to, right? Having me disappear... I won't do you that favor, Sis." The "sis" was lined with venom. "No... why don't you go away? Disappear?" He shook her at the shoulders, roughly. "Answer me!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2009, 05:26:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Craig stop it I mean it. If you don't stop I'm going to call the cops on you." She was being shaken and she was worried about the baby. At least she had a cell phone because the power was out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2009, 05:29:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no, you will not call the cops, lie about me, and then have me shot. You will not!" Craig was shouting, then looked around wildly. She suddenly realized he was looking for the cell phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2009, 06:59:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They will not shoot you but you are out of control. Just go to bed but if you are scared you can stay here with me. Just stop hurting me." The phone was some where he would never think.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2009, 07:39:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig seemed to ignore as he started to tear through her room, pulling out drawers, throwing out clothes, apparently seeking her cell phone. When he did not find it he turned to her. "Where is it? Where is IT?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2009, 08:03:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll never tell you." She said rubbing her shoulders where he shook her. There was no way he was going to find it and she was scared of him actually hurting her in a way that she may need to call the police.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 03:54:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't make promises you can't keep - or don't want to keep..." Craig stepped up to her, and snarled. "If I can't get your cell phone I'll remove you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 04:10:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No you can't remove me just go away." She screamed. "I'm pregnant." The words came out in a rush and she covered her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 04:22:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That even made Craig freeze up. "Pregnant?" He stared down at her belly. "It doesn't show... and by whom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 04:29:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm 2 months." She was trying to stall him would he care enough to stop this? "Someone who left me right after." She looked down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 07:09:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wo was it? Tell me his name!" Craig was shouting again. At least he did seem to have forgotten about the cell phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 07:11:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Remember James? From school last year?" She asked trying to keep him talking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2009, 08:55:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"James? That... that..." an expression followed that would have never gotten by&nbsp; even cable tv censors. "Why did you sleep with him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2009, 02:25:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was he showing concern toward her? "I thought he loved me." She wrapped her arms around her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2009, 07:36:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig snorted. "Loved you? Are you stupid?" He looked around, the beam from his flashlight wandeing over her - now quite ransacked - room. "Or is this just a lie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 12:24:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No I'm pregnant. I'll do a test to prove it." Anything to keep his mind off what he was going to do with her. She held her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 03:55:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did not even test it yet? Hah! Nice try, Sis. Now give me your bloody cellphone!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 04:24:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No I tested myself a few days ago. If you want proof I will test again for you." She closed her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 06:04:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah! Stop trying to confuse me. Give me your cellphone!" He was shaking her again, and his voice sounded shrill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 06:05:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop please your going to hurt the baby. Please." She cried out gripping his arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 06:21:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you want to protect your baby then give me the cellphone! Or whatever happens is your own fault!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 06:22:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pointed under her pillow and sighed. Anything to keep it alive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 11:33:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a cry of triumph Craig sntached the cell phone and pulled out the battery pack. "Hah! You'll not get me shot by the cops!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2009, 11:40:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced when he pulled the phone from her pillow. Sighing she laid her head down. She needed sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2009, 04:56:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig wouldn't have that. "No answer me - what is your plan? What are you thinking? You can't sleep while it's dark!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 02, 2009, 02:00:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's 2 in the morning and I can sleep whenever I want. Go away now" She yelled the last part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 02, 2009, 06:18:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No. I will not go away until you fix the damn lights!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 02, 2009, 04:31:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She covered her ears. "I told you I can't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2009, 10:00:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah! You better do something, sis. I promise you if those lights stay out any longer you'll be very, very sorry, and it won't be me that ends up ... in trouble." Craig left her room, after giving the door a vicious kick, and went downstairs. Presumably to look for more batteries or candles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2009, 08:14:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally she was alone but for how long? There was no way she could turn on the lights again. Sighing she wrapped her arms around her body wondering how she could try but she had no phone now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2009, 08:15:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More cursing and shouting was heard from downstairs. And the sound of breaking glass. A few minutes later craig storms in the room again, his hand bleeding. "That's all your fault! Your damn fault!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2009, 08:55:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not my fault. You wont go to bed or sit down." She looked at the hand and noticed it was bleeding. "Do you want a towel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 05, 2009, 12:06:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't act as if you cared, serpent! I'd not let ou near me if I was dieing!" He snarled at her and stormed out, rummaging through the bathroom in his search for a bandage. "It's all your fault!" she heard him shout. "Your fault!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 05, 2009, 05:52:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing those words made her hurt. How come could she take of this nonsense? "I'm going out." She yelled back grabbing a jacket and started to heard toward the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2009, 06:13:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no, you don't!" He tried to grab her, wounded hand leading, which cuased a painful grunt when he tocuhed the door frame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2009, 05:59:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled away from the grip on her arm. "I said let me go." She screamed wanting to get out of here for a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2009, 07:35:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig did not want to let her go, he tried to pull her back, to grab her arms again - or her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2009, 09:40:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I said let me go." She pulled away and then started running toward the front door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2009, 07:00:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craif started after her,s tumbling over some furniture in the dark. She found out the hard way too that he had rearranged the living room in his frantic search when she ran into the overturned couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2009, 11:59:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(She's going to lose the baby now)<br><br>When she collided with the overturned couch she knew instantly something was wrong. The collision went to her stomach. "No." She cried out instantly standing up and holding her stomach. Tears flew from her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2009, 07:25:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig didn't care, and tried to grab her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2009, 07:27:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need to go to the hospital." She fell to the floor her hands on her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2009, 07:58:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no... you won't. You won't go anywhere." His voice was cracking, and he almost spewed spittle when he raved, with eyes shining with madness. "You'll stay here until this storm is over, until the darkness has given way to the light. I know your plans..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2009, 08:03:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started coughing up blood a sure sign something was wrong. "I need to go please hand me the phone." She leaned forward coughing up blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2009, 08:55:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig just laughed. "Oh, is your curse backfiring? Huh? Are you getting what you tried to do to me now?" He had to be crazy, mad and crazy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2009, 06:29:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look you can do what you want with me later. I need to go to the hospital. I think I lost the kid." She coughed up some more blood on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2009, 08:25:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah! I am telling you, you'll not leave this house as long as it is dark outside. Do you understand? Do you understand?!" He was screaming the last words, and the storm outside was picking up again, hammering at the windows, and ripping at the plastic over the broken one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2009, 08:26:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you don't care if I die?" She held her stomach the blood coming out of her mouth. The baby she could no longer feel was dead in her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 14, 2009, 07:32:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You brought this on yourself!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 14, 2009, 07:34:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tears filled her eyes. "Call the hospital."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 05:54:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surely not. Not before the light has returned."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 05:56:32 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Should the lights come back on)?<br><br>Another coughing fit and more blood. Now she was losing quite a bit of blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 08:05:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig seems quite honestly crazy, paranoid about darkness, and when his flashlight starts to grow dimmer he panics. "No!"<br><br>Outside there's no sign of the power returning so far - the storm is still raging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 08:08:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(When is it coming on? She needs to go to the hospital)<br><br>She slips unconscious from the stress on her body about losing her baby. Her blood dripping out of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 09:06:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While she slips into unconsciousness her brother starts to rage, ramble and scream as his flashlight's battery is fading, plunging the whole house into darkness, the only illumination left the sporadic flashes of lightning on the sky. In his madness he starts shaking her, and screaming into her ear.<br><br>(Power's not going to come back too soon, and any ambulance would have to brave roads partially flooded, and blocked by torn up treets or debris. Though an incoherent madman is a more immediate concern.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 09:38:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no response from her and if he wants her to live he will have to take her to the hospital. Or find a way to get help to come to them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 09:50:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she wakes up she sees an unfamiliar ceiling above her, and has some tubes stuck into her nose and arm - she's in a hospital room, with an IV drip next to her bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 09:56:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked a few times and looked around the room she was in. "Where am I?" She asked not quite remembering what happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:05:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse entering her room answers her - she is in the closest hospital to her home. Outside it's a bright day, past noon maybe, hard to say without some note of where the sun stands. The nurse starts to check her pupils, smiling and being a bit too cheerful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:08:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse was a bit to blurry when she came into the room. "What about my baby?" She asked wrapping her arms around her stomach hoping somehow she was able to save it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:09:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way the nurse's smile vanished told her even before the woman had found the words. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:10:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No please check again." Tears formed through her eyes and then turned to mad it was her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:11:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse tries to comfort her, but the verdict is clear - no mistake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 17, 2009, 10:17:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands clench at her sides. Her brother killed her baby.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2009, 02:05:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse tries to comfort her for a few minutes more, then goes to get her something to eat, leaving her alone in the room - but probably monitored.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2009, 02:05:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the nurse leaves the tears come out of her eyes. "I hate him." She whispered. Her own brother made her lose her child and she would never forgive him for that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2009, 02:33:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit later the nurse returns, with a tray full of hospital food - not very tasty, but it is hot, and she hasn't had something to eat for a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2009, 02:41:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." She whispered taking the food but she did not feel like eating right now. She was used to eating for two and the smell made her feel sick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2009, 08:39:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse urges her to eat something, stating she needed the food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 10:27:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed and put a mouthful into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 10:30:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse smiles, a bit faked, and encourages her, although not going as far as feeding her herself. She keeps chatting about things of no importance - mostly gossip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 10:31:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you for everything." She enjoyed having someone to talk to. Where was her brother though? He must have taken her to the hospital.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 10:37:22 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse smiles at her, and asks if there's anything else she needs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 10:42:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Where's my brother?" She asks the nurse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 11:07:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah..." the woman's face loses its professional smile. "There arepeople who want to talk to you about that. I will call them."<br><br>The woman leaves the room, a bit hastily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 19, 2009, 11:10:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wait talk to her? Something did not feel right was he taken to jail? A part of her actually wanted him to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2009, 02:12:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit later two cops walk in and smile at her, though the friendliness feels a bit fake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2009, 03:23:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What happened?" She asked moving slightly so she could see them better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2009, 04:17:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... what do you remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2009, 05:49:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I remember running away from him and colliding into the couch. Killing my baby." She said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 24, 2009, 01:59:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two cops - a man and a woman - winced and the woman sat closer to her. "And afterwards? Did you fall unconscious?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 24, 2009, 12:12:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded holding her stomach. "I did I thought it was because of the trauma from losing the child."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2009, 01:57:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did your brother say anything? Did he act strange during the evening?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2009, 04:28:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes he was trying to make me turn on the lights when I couldn't." She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2009, 01:56:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The lights? You mean the power? Why would he do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2009, 02:03:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes I don't know he was acting weird."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2009, 08:37:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did he act weird before that evening? Something out of the ordinary?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2009, 02:08:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head. "I can't remember." She held her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 27, 2009, 02:02:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you sure? It's important, miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 27, 2009, 02:19:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I really can't remember. Where is he?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 28, 2009, 08:18:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The police officer winced. "Ah..." His female partner took over, after an exchange of glasses. "Do you remember your brother getting violent?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 28, 2009, 02:57:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that he mentioned it he had gotten violent before that night. "Yes." She said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2009, 03:18:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you know why he acted violently? Did he give any reason?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2009, 03:40:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The only reason I can think of leads to our sister's death."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 01, 2009, 03:28:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cops looked up, sharply now. "Could you explaina bit more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 01, 2009, 04:38:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes. "A year or so ago our sister died and he took it really hard. You know messed up his head."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 04, 2009, 03:41:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Messed up? Did he, like, hear voices?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 04, 2009, 03:43:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I really don't know. What I told you is all I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 07, 2009, 02:16:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two cops looked at each other, and found an unspoken agreement. "We will let you rest some more, dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 07, 2009, 02:17:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait you haven't told me where he is." She said wanting sleep but wanting to know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 07, 2009, 09:54:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah..." the woman sat down again. "He is in the hospital too... in the ICU."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 07, 2009, 05:16:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why is he in the hospital?" What did he do to himself?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 08, 2009, 01:49:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... he attacked a police officer checking the situation in your street. The man was forced to defend himself, miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 08, 2009, 01:50:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But what happened to him." She was not getting any answers that she wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 08, 2009, 11:18:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman looked at her. "He was shot. He's currently in the ICU, but hasn't been conscious since that night... he is in critical condition."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 08, 2009, 02:30:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she did was stare at the girl who was telling her this. Even though he killed her kid he was still her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 09, 2009, 01:53:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman smiled weakly at her, clearly uncomfortable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 09, 2009, 03:46:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to see him." She still cared for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 10, 2009, 02:21:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... I'll ask the doctor if you are cleared for this, miss." The woman didn't wan her to see her brother, that much she understood clearly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 10, 2009, 03:03:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She just wanted to see him to see if she was ok. When the girl left she hugged her stomach tightly wondering if they took her baby out yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2009, 02:23:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor hmmed and ahed, but more concerned with patients than criminal procedure allowed her to see her brother. Escorted by a nurse she was led to the ICU, and could see her brother through a window. He was on a bed, and a lot of tubes were stuck into him. Hi skin was even paler than before, and lots of bandages covered him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2009, 02:27:21 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was wheeled into see her brother in a wheelchair. When he saw her brother she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. What if she lost him to. She nodded toward the nurse to know it was alright to leave her here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2009, 09:15:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse seemed to undrestand the nod, but stayed. Maybe they feared she'd do something to her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2009, 04:29:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she did was stare she wasn't going to do something to her brother at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 14, 2009, 05:29:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brother was still and silent, the only sound coming from the monitors showing heartbeat and the small noise from the respiratory support. If not for the tubes in him he'd look dead - and probably would be dead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 14, 2009, 05:52:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few tears managed to spill over her eyes as she watched the machine breathing for him. Her being mad washed away quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2009, 03:38:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Minutes ticked by. The nurse looked at her, maybe as much to make sure she was ok as to avoid looking at her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2009, 03:44:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can I be alone right now?" She whispered looking up at the nurse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2009, 06:46:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... the doctors were quite firm in insisting that you'd better not be alone..." The nurse smiled, apologizing for the denial of her request.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2009, 04:04:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not going to do anything stupid please just leave me." She wanted to be alone and wasn't going to do anything stupid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 16, 2009, 05:55:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, Miss - regulations do not permitt me to leave you alone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2009, 01:28:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can I at least go closer?" She asked looking up toward the nurse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2009, 06:16:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse slowly nodded. "I guess so. Please do not touch him though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2009, 08:55:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why would I touch him?" Slowly she wheeled closer to the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 18, 2009, 05:43:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse did not reply right away. "Ah... some people do that in the same situation." It was not clear whether this was about touching, or hitting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 18, 2009, 05:10:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Could she have some alone time with him)?<br><br>Even though her brother killed her baby he was on the verge of being dead right now. She wanted to touch his arm but didn't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2009, 03:31:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(No, it's a criminal investigation, and she's been through too much to be allowed that, even if the rules allowed it at all.)<br><br>Up close he looked even worse. His face was paler than any resident of Hawaii had a right to be and his breathing very shallow. There seemed to be some sweat - a fine sheen - on his forehead. Bandages covered his chest, and one tube was dripping hat looked like pus and blood into a bag at his side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2009, 06:05:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not help it but a few tears spilled over her eyes when she saw the blood and how he looked. Was he ever going to wake up and she might be able to hear her brother's voice again? Now it seemed like he was already gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2009, 04:24:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It did look like Craig was dieing - not just from his own appearance, but also from the way the nurse seemed to avoid looking at him, and the room itself. It just felt... final.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2009, 04:57:15 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Under her breath she spoke to him. "Craig please don't die." He looked so bad and she still loved him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2009, 08:05:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse put a hand on her arm after a while. "Miss? You should return to your room. You're still not at 100%..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2009, 07:03:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head with tears in her eyes. "No I am staying with my brother."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2009, 03:52:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Miss... you sould rest some more..." The nurse reached out to grasp her arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2009, 03:53:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head as tears fell. "Please let me stay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2009, 06:35:21 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, Miss, but the doctor's orders were explicit." The nurse tried to gently but forcefully steer her out when Craig moaned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2009, 05:14:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she heard her brother moan she tried to stop the nurse. "Please let me stay." She cried out. "He's dieing." She could feel that inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2009, 04:19:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse was startled by the sound from Craig, and started to check the readings of the various screens on the mahcines keeping craig alive. Craig slowy started to open his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2009, 04:21:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the nurse went to check on his vitals she wheeled herself over to the side of his bed. "Craig." She had tears in her eyes as she knew he was going to die.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2009, 04:16:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig's eyes seemd to have trouble focusing on anything, but he turned his head towards her. His mouth opened, his lips were moving, but no sound was heard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2009, 04:17:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were tears in her eyes. "Why?" Was all she could say before breaking down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2009, 06:51:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something like a whisper was now barely audible, coming from Craig, and his eyes blinked, trying to focus.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2009, 04:40:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" She asked wanting to hear what he had to say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2009, 03:49:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S.... so...." the whispers were just syllables, stuttered more than spoken. Behind her the nurse was calling a doctor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2009, 03:52:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't believe her brother had almost got himself killed. Maybe he wouldn't die maybe that was just a feeling. "Please." She wanted him to talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2009, 06:23:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So... sorry." came out in a rapsing breath. The nurse was now yelling for a doctor, and some of the machines were beeping.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2009, 06:03:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the machines started beeping she started crying again. A doctor ran in to see what the commotion was all about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 29, 2009, 10:13:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig stared at his sister, eyes lucid at last, and full of pain - and not just the physical one he must be feeling from his failing body. "I am sorry, sis... be... beware..." His voice started to grow fainter, a whisper now, and the doctor tried to push her away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 29, 2009, 08:07:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the doctor tried to pull her away she reluctantly moved away from his side. "NO you can't die." She cried out wanting to be beside him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>September 30, 2009, 09:44:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig's eyes tracked her, he strained to say something else, but she could just make out the "sorry" form the way his lips moved before the doctor blocked her line of sight and a few more nurses arrived, and Craig disappeared behind a wall of backs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>September 30, 2009, 06:28:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the doctors crowded around him she wanted to get closer. "What's happening to him?" She cried out wanting some answers and she did hear the last word he said 'sorry.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 06, 2009, 06:31:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse was trying to steer her outside the room and she could catch a doctor ordering to "get the girl out before she becomes hysterical", but most in the room were concentrated on Craig, working frantically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2009, 02:24:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me go." She cried out wanting to stay in the room even if it was away from her brother. If he was dieing she wanted to be with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2009, 07:53:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The words of the nurse who was trying to get her out without manhandling her were suddnely drowned in cries of "We're losing him" "Quick, adrenalin" "He's flatlining".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2009, 04:41:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No." She screamed not wanting her brother to die on her. Now him making her lose the kid seem so far away now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 08, 2009, 07:58:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctors kept working, but the glimpse she caught of his face when the nurse finally pushed her out of the room, told her it would be for naught - there was a stillness, a difference. Her brother was not there anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 08, 2009, 07:09:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Can she say goodbye to him without the nurse there?)<br><br>"No you have to let me see him please." She cried out trying to get out of the wheelchair and succeeded. They had to let her see her brother one last time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2009, 06:25:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unfortunately the nurse was adamant, and by the time she was allowed to see her brother again it was over. He was on his back and looked almost at peace, with just his face visible, the rest covered by a blanket, and with the tubes in his noise and mouth removed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2009, 03:16:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was wheeled back into the room when her brother was dead. "Craig?" She could not believe he was dead and the tears streamed down her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2009, 09:33:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig gave no answer. He looked paler than she had imagined, but the nurse said this was normal - the blood was already pooling in his lower parts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2009, 09:34:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not believe her brother was dead. The tears flowed down as she took her brother's hand in hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 13, 2009, 09:44:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brother's hand felt cold, devoid of life - and alien. Almost wooden. It wasn't her brother anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 13, 2009, 02:29:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That's when the tears started to flow uncontrollably she took his hand and put it up to her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 14, 2009, 06:17:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand felt cold and wooden to her face too - maybe even more so. She could almost feel the warmth getting leeched out from her by the touch of death. After a while the nurse started to nudge her to get her to leave the body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 14, 2009, 06:19:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No please let me stay." She kept his hand near her face not wanting to be taken away from his body just yet. The tears leaked onto his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 15, 2009, 06:39:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse clearly was uncomfortable but relented and stayed in the room, fidgeting, until she was ready to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 15, 2009, 06:44:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was never going to be ready to leave. Her head dropped onto his chest as she shook with sobs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 16, 2009, 06:31:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse had to be thinking very dark thoughts after a while, but stayed there, waiting for her to finish her goodbye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 16, 2009, 06:36:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can I go home now." She said continuing to hold onto her brother's hand. The tears were gone but she seemed so cold and distant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 20, 2009, 11:05:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They kept her at the clinic for another day before allowing her home. The house was not quite in ruins, but showed the destruction taken place during the night of the storm. At least the broken windows had been boarded up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 20, 2009, 02:28:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(You want to double as another brother who came back from the war? So you wont get bored until he comes back)<br><br>Slowly she walked inside dreading going inside because of all the memories. Sighing she locked the door behind her and looked at the over turned couch. Last night her brother was alive....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 21, 2009, 10:18:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(can always forward until then.)<br><br>Water had done some damage to the carpet and floor tiles. At least the press was kept at bay, though she did not know if the police or the enighbours were behind that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 21, 2009, 03:12:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Ok go ahead and fast forward but can he be distant)?<br><br>She sighed and started cleaning up the house as best she could. What was she going to do with the water damage? Sell the house?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2009, 10:56:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was an appointment with a man from the insurance scheduled for later in the week, and she remembered something about a lawyer representing her... her mailbox was full with dubious offers from News Sites. If her cell phone worked it would have been ringing all the time, but Craig must have broken it before he...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2009, 06:43:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all to much for her with the news reporters coming and going. How did they find out where she lived and what happened to her. At least her phone was dead so they would not be calling. The last week was hard she had not touched her brother's stuff it was to painful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 09:25:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was still avoiding her brothers room - at least the windows and doors had been fixed by now and the financial situation had been settled - when she noticed one morning that the door to her brother's room was open. She had left it closed herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 04:57:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a little better she wasn't so depressed now but she had not gone out and the food was slowly going down. She was on her way to her room when she noticed the door was open. She pulled it open a bit more and walked inside thinking someone was in the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 26, 2009, 06:46:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No one was inside - but someone had been inside. Craig's books and CDs were stacked up neatly in their shelves again. And a half-burned candle on the desk hadn't been there before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 26, 2009, 08:52:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looked at the CD's and the half burned candle she wondered if someone had come in. She went downstairs and looked at the windows and door to see if they were locked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 27, 2009, 05:01:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doors were locked still. The windows as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 27, 2009, 05:10:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was she losing it? The window was boarded up. She covered her face trying to calm herself down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 28, 2009, 04:52:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe she was losing it - now it looked as if some other things had been moved as well. It reminded her of Craig, unexpectedly - after one of his "all-nighters" movie nights the living room had been looking the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 28, 2009, 05:18:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Did we talk about another person joining in)?<br><br>She covered her ears and fell to the groudnd. "Craig." She cried out having being able to hold it together up until now. There were things happening in her house that reminded her of her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 29, 2009, 07:19:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(No, we did not.)<br><br>The house was empty, yet somehow his presence seemed to have lingered, beyond his death. The touches here and there, the memories... despite the damages it was as if he had just stepped out - or gone to his room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 29, 2009, 03:44:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Do you want to be another brother)?<br><br>It still felt like her brother was here and the tears kept streaming down her face. She didn't think she could keep this house because of the memories but couldn't bare to part with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>October 30, 2009, 05:44:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I'd rather not. I prefer a more fantastic element.)<br><br>The day passed slowly, with her finding a few more oddities - like the satellite tv tuner reprogrammed. And a visit from a cop - apparently someone had brutalized a few reporters trying to sneak in during the night, and the police wondered if she had seen anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>October 30, 2009, 05:48:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Well we can still have what we are doing. I mean I want to actually play out the time where he does not come back. Slowly she'll become worse. I would like another character sometime)<br><br>When the cop had come in she told him no she didn't see anyone come in. Sighing she went to sit on the couch and turn on the television the satellite was working. A tear slid down her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 06:06:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I hadn't planned on there being a lot of time passing between the death and the return - although he might not be seen for sometime.)<br><br>The funeral was scheduled for the next day. A black dress had been sent by someone - she wasn't sure if it was a social worker, or a neighbor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 06:08:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I was hoping there would be a long time)<br><br>When the black dress arrived she opened the box and sighed. Just another memory that her brother was gone. She went upstairs to try it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 08:12:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dress fit - not perfectly, but well enough. Not that it would matter much, unless the press managed to snap some pictures during the funeral.<br><br>(I don't know how supernatural elements would come into play without, well, supernatural elements being present.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 08:51:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Well I would like this to&nbsp; continue for a while somehow)<br><br>At least the dress was nice and she took it off waiting for tomorrow. She went into her brothers room wanting to sleep there tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 05:48:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The room strangely felt as if her brother had just left. A piece of clothing on the floor looked like it had been dropped, carelessly, by him, sure she'd gather it and drop it in the laundry bin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 05:53:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That shirt was not there before she picked it up and pulled it close to her chest. She laid down and held it to her feeling close but he was not here. Was she loosing her mind?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 06:15:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shirt still smelled like him, yet a bit different too - something she could not capture in words, just something different.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 06:04:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tears spilled over her eyes and onto the shirt. Why did it smell different? At least it still smelled the same kind of.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 06, 2009, 05:54:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were other things that felt off - like his computer. She did not remember plugging his laptop in after pulling the plug during the storm in case of a power surge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 06, 2009, 11:14:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What was going on? She looked from the bed to the laptop and noticed it was one. She could have sworn that she had turned it off before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 09, 2009, 05:56:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The laptop was still on, just the screensaver with password question blinking there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 09, 2009, 08:40:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's going on?" She asked knowing no one would answer her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 10, 2009, 05:54:15 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As expected no one answered her, the icon demanding a password entered remained blinking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2009, 01:53:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She put down the shirt and walked over typing his password in. Why was she doing this? There couldn't be something on this computer from him could there? Something he had wrote before?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2009, 05:55:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The computer slowly booted up and showed the desktop of her brother. Opening the explorer she checked the last documents used - and found one from last night...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2009, 07:00:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was searching as if feeling something was on the computer from her brother. Double clicking the document she opened it hesitantly and started reading.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2009, 06:02:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a rather banal document - some new patch for one of her brother's favorite games. But it was downloaded last night, and installed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 14, 2009, 02:27:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as a few tears washed over her eyes. She wanted a note or something that he had written to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 16, 2009, 05:42:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking through the files she saw a "diary" document. Last change was yesterday.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 16, 2009, 09:43:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She double clicked on the diary hoping to hear something from him. Was she being stupid?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 17, 2009, 05:46:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A password window popped up. She hadn't seen that before. It did fit Craig's paranoia. There were ways around it though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 17, 2009, 11:15:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What would be the password? She tapped her finger on her forehead and then tried her name.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 18, 2009, 08:11:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her name, birthdate, or nickname didn't work. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 18, 2009, 06:27:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to think of something he would use. His shirt was sitting on her lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2009, 05:18:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shirt with a rock band logo on it - souvenir of a concert they attended - reminded her of the old Craig, before things got wrong. When he was not just interested in obscure and even occult stuff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2009, 09:33:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked over the top remembering the concert they went to. Soon she typed in the concert name.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 20, 2009, 05:34:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That password worked, and the file opened. It was weirdly formatted - fake-old, almost flowery type, red letters, black background. And the entry was strange as well - dealing with waking up and hunger, missing many sentences, often it read as it was a direct stream of thoughts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 22, 2009, 12:27:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(What does it say)?<br><br>She let her eyes flow over the words it did not make much sense. A few times she had to reread something for it to make sense to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 23, 2009, 05:33:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The entry seemed confused, a jumble of words and fragments of sentences. Something about hunger, the night, missing memories... her own name featured there as well, twice, once with some revulsion attached to it, once in a part about sadness. Going back in the journal things become less fragmented, but not much clearer - paranoid rants and obscure details about some occult lore alternate with mundane stuff like having to reinstall an operation system after a pirate site had infected the laptop with a virus, and some snide remarks about her cooking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 23, 2009, 06:02:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got kind of mad when he said something about her cooking but what could she do about it now? Soon she was getting tired and closed down the computer, taking the shirt off her lap she laid down on the bed. Soon she was asleep having a nightmare about her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 24, 2009, 05:09:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning she woke up at the usual time. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes it took her a bit to realize that someone had been at her desk the night beore - her pencils were scattered over the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 24, 2009, 04:08:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she woke up and rubbed her eyes she looked over to her brother's desk. Pencils were scattered was someone in the house? Should she called the police? She got up and checked the doors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 25, 2009, 05:36:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All the doors were closed and locked, same for the windows. She noticed one pencil she had on her desk on her brother's desk when she cehcked that window - next to a small notepad which should have been in the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2009, 02:09:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she was downstairs looking at the pencil that was moved. "What's going on." She rubbed her eyes thinking she was dreaming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2009, 05:59:19 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't dreaming. The pencil and notepad were on the desk. The notepad had recently been used too - by someone with a heavy hand, judging from the marks left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 29, 2009, 12:45:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up the pad and began to read what was left on it. Something was weird and she did not realize yet it was her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>November 30, 2009, 05:52:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The notepad was empty, but using a pencil she could darken the page, revealing what had been written on the pge that had bene torn out - it was a phone number. Local. And a comment "Darren".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>November 30, 2009, 08:37:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers ran along the indents and then she smudged the pencil around the markings. She read the number and name wondering if she should call it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 01, 2009, 05:26:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It might be a clue about the going ons inside her house... but could also be dangerous. Does she really want to know more? This is a question she has to answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 01, 2009, 05:37:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up the phone and decided to call wondering who this Darren was? Was it a friend or something more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 02, 2009, 05:45:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no answer, just a voicemail - impersonal, computer generated, "Leave a message, or call back in the evening".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 02, 2009, 05:48:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um hi. I think my brother knew you call me back at this number." She said the number and hung up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 03, 2009, 06:13:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was still alone in the room of her dead brother, looking forward to another afternoon in a house with just herself. There was a number of things left to do, but each of them reminded her of Craig. Good memories of happier times as well as bad memories of the paranoid, cold boy he had become.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 04, 2009, 06:41:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes trying to stop the memories from flooding back to her mind. Maybe she should try and find a roommate so she would not be so alone.<br><br>(Maybe we could bring in another guy. Like one that she falls in love with but is afraid to lose him?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 07, 2009, 05:49:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finding a roommate was a daunting task - who could she trust after what she had been through? <br><br>(Something like this might work.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 09, 2009, 11:24:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Could be Darren maybe it turned out to be a long lost friend from her childhood)<br><br>Sighing she sat down to think about who she could invite in. What if the person she invited in turned out to be a jerk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 10, 2009, 06:07:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a risk she had to take. A screening of sorts would have to be done - once she had a few names. Maybe the university forums had some ads?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 11, 2009, 06:14:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Darren or no)?<br><br>She got up and went to her brother's computer which was still on. Maybe the university had an add about how many people were looking for a place to stay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 14, 2009, 05:41:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing an ad on the university forums would be a good idea as well - she'd be less likely to waste time talking to students who already found something, but did not bother to remove their ads.<br><br>(Should work)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 14, 2009, 02:46:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Maybe he's the one that's looking on the site and calls her back)<br><br>It took her a few moments before she found the right site and then started her add. She would not let anyone sleep in the room her brother used but a different one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 15, 2009, 07:51:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Posting the add took not much time, then it was back to waiting. A few glances at some other ads was a mixed experience - some of the contact ads were almost frightening, those had to be jokes! Others were like encrypted messages. Should she post the real adress too, or wait until there were interested people? Most would know that it was here where her brother...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 17, 2009, 03:55:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought it would be best to wait to give her address to someone who might be interested. Someone that attempted to contact her might be a little weird and she might get into trouble. Slowly she pulled herself away from the computer and headed downstairs. Her stomach made a noise and even though she was hungry she did not want to eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 17, 2009, 05:56:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Time passed, until the sun had set and her phone started to ring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 17, 2009, 11:22:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had almost fallen asleep on the couch and answered the phone. "Hello?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 18, 2009, 05:42:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is Darren. You left a message on the machine." No further words, just silence, waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 19, 2009, 02:49:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah. I think you knew my brother I was just wondering why?" She asked quietly not knowing how to tell him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 21, 2009, 05:44:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We share..d some of the same interests." The boy's - or man's - voice was deep, and serious, but there was a hint of levity, or amusement, in it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 21, 2009, 06:26:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just thought I would let you know he died about a week ago." She was bad at telling bad news like this but what could she do?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 22, 2009, 07:18:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I heard about it." The voice was serious still, but there was no shock in it. "Tragic." The last word had as much sincerity in it as the usual answer to "how do you do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 22, 2009, 06:00:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry was he asking how do you do? Or? Sorry I got confused)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 28, 2009, 05:48:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38676.msg2574134#msg2574134">Quote from: darkvamplips on December 22, 2009, 06:00:54 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(Sorry was he asking how do you do? Or? Sorry I got confused)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(No, I just wanted to say that he doesn't sound that truthful - like the "Fine" one usually hears when one asks a casual acquaintance "How do you do", regardless of how they are actually doing.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 28, 2009, 10:43:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'll let you go." Her voice sounded so lonely and ready to cry again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 29, 2009, 07:14:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To let me go you would have had to have caught me first. But the only thing you have caught so far is my interest." The mocking unertone is very faint, buried under what seems to be honest interest, yet tainted with some attitude of superiority.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 29, 2009, 05:20:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small smile crept across her lips as he said those words. "Your interest eh?" Maybe there was some good that came out of her brother's death.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>December 30, 2009, 06:22:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes." That single word held a lot of meaning. A promise, a tease, a desire. Darren paused just long enough to let her catch all of them, then continued "I also wonder... how did you know I know, knew your brother?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>December 30, 2009, 09:16:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She caught the meaning of the word and smiled slightly. "Oh he had your number written on a pad of paper." She half told the truth because it was etched in the paper underneath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 11, 2010, 06:15:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did he? That was bad of him. He shouldn't do that." There was some hint of amusement - as if he did not believe her completely. "But we should meet to talk in person, talking over the phone is so ... distant."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 12, 2010, 11:40:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah I completely agree. Why don't you come over then?" She seemed to enjoy having someone around and he was coming over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2010, 06:56:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that an invitation?" There was an oddly formal slant to the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2010, 05:27:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked and he could hear it. "I guess it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 14, 2010, 05:41:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Expect me to arrive at your place soon then." Darren hung up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 14, 2010, 10:40:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She said goodbye and then hung up. She made her way to the couch to wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 15, 2010, 06:29:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It did not take long until the doorbell rang. She had not heard any car driving up to the house though - or driving by. Nor any carlights flashing. Complete silence, almost complete darkness, until the doorbell rang. Even the automatic lights at the door seemed to have come on after the bell had rung, but that must have been an illusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 15, 2010, 04:14:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Because there was no car sounds or lights she thought he must have lived not far from her. Which is a good thing if she ever need help she would be able to call. She looked a mess like she had not done anything for herself since her brother died. Slowly she made her way to the door and opened it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 18, 2010, 05:51:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren was a tall, not overly muscled, man. About twenty she'd guess, until she met his eyes - those were older, somehow. He was wearing a white shirt - not a t-shirt - and black jeans. Very clean. Midlong hair, black, so black it was hard to spot where it ended and the nightsky began.<br><br>He looked down at her, literally, and there was a faint amused smirk on his lips when he took in her slightly frumpy appearance. "I hope I did not wake you up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 19, 2010, 02:30:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a few moments to take in all his looks and what the first impression was. He must be somewhat of a good person since her brother had been hanging around with him a bit. "Oh yeah you did." She said sarcastically and jokingly. She moved aside wishing she had cleaned up and locked the door behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 19, 2010, 07:59:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aha." Darren sounded serious, as if he believed her. Only his eyes twinkled. "May I enter?" His question was almost rhethorical, yet he waited for her explicite permission before setting a foot inside her house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 20, 2010, 01:33:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go ahead." She said turning around and gave him a smile wondering if she should go have a shower or something. Or at least go clean up a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 20, 2010, 06:28:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren stepped inside, looking around without trying to hide it. A slight rise of his eyebrows was the only indication that he spotted what had not been fixed since that night. "You live alone." A statement, not a question. "Is it prudent to let strangers in your house?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 21, 2010, 03:31:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I'm guessing since you were hanging with my brother something must be right with you. He had a good sense of people." She blushed slightly sitting down on the couch waiting for him to come in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 21, 2010, 06:33:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you sure? He was a bit... erratic lately, wasn't he?" Darren stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He didn't seem to be bothered by a lack of light in some corners, his gaze moving over the room without any wavering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 21, 2010, 05:39:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well are you a good person or not?" She watched him move around the house wondering what he was getting at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 22, 2010, 05:40:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How you define "good"? I can tell you that I wish you no harm. But I am sure some might not consider me a good person." Darren shrugged in a somewhat gaelic way, his mannerisms at odds with his english, which was devoid of an accent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 23, 2010, 01:36:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well why don't you explain what you meant?" Did she make a mistake inviting him over? This was the first time in like 2 weeks where she had talked to anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 25, 2010, 07:29:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren stepped closer to her, his shoes made almost no sound on the floor. Flashing a smile he explained "I can be very bad to someone who wants to hurt me and mine. As, I think could you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 27, 2010, 04:28:10 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah but I'm not wanting to hurt you." She said looking up realizing he was so close but she had not heard any movement.<br><br>(Is he a vampire? He would make a good vampire)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 27, 2010, 08:35:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I haven't done anything to you either." Darren looked down at her, and smiled. "Apart from a bit of flirting. I trust you do not consider that inappropriate."<br><br>(I do hope he'll make a good vampire)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 27, 2010, 04:08:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head and smiled again. "Not at all." It was nice having someone in the house for once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 28, 2010, 07:30:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well." Darren nodded, a bit strangely - it seemed to have started as a short bow, but interrupted right afterwards. He walked to the not quite totally fixed door to the garden, looking out into the darkness, then turned around and she suddenly felt she was the center of his attention when he adressed her "You wanted to ask me about your brother."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 28, 2010, 05:00:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She never mentioned anything about wanting to know about her brother but shrugged it off. "Yeah I do." She said watching him come over. "Is there anything I should know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>January 29, 2010, 07:38:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm." He said something in latin - "de mortui nihil nisi bene" - with a slightly cynical smile, then asked back "Is there anything you want to know?" is eyes met her when he said "you want", and the tone of his voice hinted at something more than the simple question, or even the way it emphasized how she mattered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>January 30, 2010, 03:04:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not ignore the tone in his voice as it seemed he was hiding something. Even though she felt that she felt safe around him. "What kind of friendship did you two have?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 01, 2010, 08:12:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have, had, some common interests, though at times we disagreed a lot about certain things - or people." Darren paused a bit, his eyes meeting hers. "But we have had more in common than disagreements - more common interests, so to speak, than he liked." He sat down not quite near her, but not opposite her either, and managed to make it appear both elegant and graceful as well as comfortable and at ease, like a cat settling down on a perch. Nothing like her brother's way of letting himself fall into a seat or on the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 02, 2010, 04:14:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The motion that he used to sit made her feel very comfortable for some reason like he was almost protecting her or could. "What did you two normally do together?" She asked leaning her head against the back of the couch and watching him with bright blue eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 02, 2010, 09:58:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're both interested in old books and novels, though our individual preferences don't overlap too much. But you could say we competed for a few such treasures." Darren folded his hands while he spoke, then made a small gesture while meeting her eyes. "He never invited me to this house though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 02, 2010, 11:43:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that changed." She smiled at him not that he was finally here with her. Now she would not be alone anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 03, 2010, 06:10:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not sure he'd want me here - a kind of jealousy, I suspect. His description of you also seemed aimed at keeping me away." Another smile, white teeth flashing as the caught the light, was aimed at her, though there was a touch of amusement hidden behind the flirting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 03, 2010, 07:50:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A look of confusion set across her face then she lost herself in his magnificent smile. She shook her head then looked into his eyes. "What did he say about me?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 04, 2010, 08:39:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He described you as younger, smaller, less mature, uninteresting. Quite a list to make you appear unappealing to me." His eyes showed that he didn't find her unappealing at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 04, 2010, 05:36:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could see that his eyes found her interesting. "I wonder why he would say something like that." Now she was mad at her brother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 05, 2010, 08:02:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He might have aimed at preventing me or someone else from paying you a visit." Darren's voice held some hint of amusement again - if it's aimed at the notion of trying to fool someone as confident as him, or at her brother, or at something else is unclear though. "He could be a bit protective, but there were those moods..." He trailed off "I hope I did not tread where I should not have."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 06, 2010, 01:12:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No it's fine. Would you like something to eat or drink?" Little did she know that he didn't thirst for pop but something she had inside of her. Something that could kill her if he took more then what he should.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 08, 2010, 07:46:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I took a drink on the way, but can I take a raincheck on the offer?" Now there was real amusement in his voice, as if he was laughing at a joke only he knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 11, 2010, 03:50:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright I want something for myself though." She stood up and went to the kitchen to get a can of pop for herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 11, 2010, 07:37:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his eyes follow her, trace her movements - like a panther tracked a deer in some ways, like a lover's gaze in other ways. Once she left the living room his presence - unusual for such a young man - became even more noticable in its sudden absence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 12, 2010, 01:42:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(What did you mean about the sudden absence?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 12, 2010, 06:43:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38676.msg2732311#msg2732311">Quote from: darkvamplips on February 12, 2010, 01:42:27 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(What did you mean about the sudden absence?)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(that his "charisma", the way he dominates a room, and catches the attention of the people in a room, his "presence" so to speak, becomes even more noticable once one leaves the room and realizes what one is now missing. Like if one is at a loud concert, then enters a sound-proof room - it makes one realize just how loud it was before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2010, 11:37:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt almost weird not having him near her side. Now she took a can of pop and started to drink. The cool liquid running down her throat. After a few more chugs she resumed her position on the couch beside her company maybe even a little closer then before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 16, 2010, 06:38:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment it felt like she stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight when she reentered the living room, and his gaze on her was at the same time friendly and somewhat embarrassing, his eyes making her feel more attractive and beautiful than she had felt in some time.<br><br>He stood up when she entered too, and sat down when she sat again, somehow managing to make the whole gesture look polite and classy, and not antiquated, despite his casual clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 16, 2010, 06:03:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look of his eyes made her blush slightly before she sat down. Suddenly there was a sudden crush she had on him. Did he feel the same way about her? It made her feel a bit uncomfortable when he stood just for a moment and then sat back down. It was getting somewhat late now and she might need to go to bed. "Did you want to spend the night here?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 17, 2010, 07:08:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you stay up as well." An almost rakish grin appeared with that line. "I rarely sleep at night, so I'll head home to bed in the morning, you see."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 17, 2010, 04:29:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess I'll try. I need to get some coffee in me if you want me to stay up." She smiled suddenly realizing that it had gotten dark and she put her head on his shoulder hoping he would not mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 18, 2010, 06:16:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His body was harder than expected - he must be working out a lot - and she almost felt a spark when they touched. He did not seem to mind, but made a joke about being part of the furniture now, serving as a cushion. It sounded less suave, but in a way more endearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 19, 2010, 03:04:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Why was she feeling so comfortable around him and letting herself cuddle. When the spark touched her skin she almost pulled away. "Yeah I guess you are." She said after the joke was told.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 19, 2010, 10:07:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only for you, I assure you. I am usually more on top."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 20, 2010, 03:30:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled slightly when he made his joke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 22, 2010, 06:34:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren smiled, but with a small pause, as if to show it had not been entirely a joke. He pointed at the still visible signs of he repairs. "Do you have any trouble with the authorities or contractors?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 01:33:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at him while still keeping her head on his shoulder. "No what do you mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 05:28:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This..." he made a sweeping gesture encompassing the whole room and garden "... could have been restored in half the time since. Sometimes one has to properly motivate the workers." Now he sounded, for a second, like her grandfather. Then he grinned - no, smiled - at her, and the impression vanished. "Not that I would blame anyone wanting to prolong working in your presence."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 05:32:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at his gesture and that made her feel very warm inside. "We haven't had the money to do anything with the house or garden yet." She did want to fix it up but right now with half the money gone from her brother there was no way she could do it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 05:50:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No life insurance?" Darren sounded concerned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 06:03:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are young. We never thought of it." She sighed into his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 23, 2010, 06:05:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The follies of youth..." Darren again sounded like her grandfather.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 25, 2010, 08:52:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed the grandfather like to his voice. "Honestly never thought of it at 20 years old."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>February 26, 2010, 05:47:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's part of the reasons there is this saying, my dear. Part of growing older is thinking more and more about death." It would be a good intro for some clichee speech about accepting death as part of life and such, but Darren didn't do that. Instead he spoke about furniture and gardening shops he knew, and a carpenter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>February 26, 2010, 08:46:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to do something with the house but didn't have the money. "I really can't afford it. There's nothing I can do right now." It was true the house did need some fixing up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 01, 2010, 06:13:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"oh, I am a man of some means... and what better way to spend money than to help a damsel in distress?" As corny as the line should have been, Darren made it sound natural, making her think of a victorian gentleman speaking, not a teenager quoting some fad movie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 02, 2010, 01:28:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small smile escaped her lips when he said that making her feel very special. "I really don't want to take your money." She said knowing he probably would move in here anyway. Maybe she could use the rent money for renovations but she wont take extra.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 02, 2010, 05:54:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why not? You can always pay me back in a few years." Darren smiled again, flashing white teeth. Not perfect teeth though - one looked just a bit crooked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 02, 2010, 11:41:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile and teeth were almost perfect but perfect in her eyes. "I really don't feel comfortable. But if you are willing to wait a little while then fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 03, 2010, 06:37:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope it's not my presence that is making you uncomfortable." Darren did not sound as if he really was thinking or fearing this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 03, 2010, 05:09:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No it's not that at all. I just never bothered borrowing money from anyone." She laid her head on his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 04, 2010, 05:33:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren nodded. "A very old-fashioned view, I suppose. Most people run up debts as soon as they can shop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 04, 2010, 03:24:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and smiled now she was getting sleepy and closed her eyes. Could she fall asleep like this against him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 08, 2010, 06:55:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darren seemed not to mind at all, though he did not move his arm around her shoulder or waist, much less tired to cope a feel like others would have done. He seemed content to proovide her with a strong shoulder she could lean against - literally, maybe figuratively as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 08, 2010, 03:04:07 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a few moments later she had fallen asleep against him. There was a sense of protection and she was at ease with him. Normally she would never do this with someone she just met.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 09, 2010, 07:14:19 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she woke up sometime in the morning, Darren was gone, but had left her wrapped in a blanket. On the sofa table there was a note, stating he had left himself out, not wanting to wake her up, and that he'd call in the evening. She noted that the handwriting was very neat - her old english teacher would have broken out in joy at the sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 10, 2010, 01:28:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She yawned remembering not wanting to fall asleep but she did anyway. Smiling at the blanket wrapped around her she started getting up and noticed the note on the table. She was a bit disappointed that he had left without waking her but noticed how neat his handwriting was. Thinking back to when she was in english class she knew her teacher would have liked the writing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 10, 2010, 07:22:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To her surprise she noticed after a bit that a small tree - barely 2 yards tall - had been ... toppled was not the right word, broken off at the ground level seemed more appropriate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 10, 2010, 04:55:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked out the window at the tree that was broken slowly she stood and looked out the window. What was going on? It seemed strong enough that someone couldn't really break it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 11, 2010, 10:04:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closer inspection revealed - apart from how the gaden in general had been neglected lately, there was no lawn to speak of, it was closer to a miniature jungle now - that the tree had indeed been broken off, by what looked like a blow. Though she had no idea what could have done that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 11, 2010, 10:26:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't seem like something human, it seemed as though it was done by a big animal or something of the sorts. She did not think much of it so she walked back in and checked the door to make sure it was locked just in case.<br><br>(Do you think one vampire could be after her)?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 12, 2010, 10:18:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door was locked and there were no traces of any intruder - unless said intruder, and not Darren, had moved the dishes and glasses into the dishwasher.<br><br>(One or more.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 13, 2010, 01:18:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything seemed to be fine and she sighed with relief. She went upstairs to have a long shower and clean herself up a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 15, 2010, 07:53:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Entering the bathroom she stopped - the mirror had been shattered, shards littering the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 16, 2010, 06:05:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost went to step on a shard and looked down stopping in midair. How could this have happened. She was starting to get scared and backed off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 17, 2010, 10:54:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The house was silent, and there was no sign of any intrusion - all windows were locked, as were the doors. Her brother's desk was slightly changed again though - the pen she had left there was gone. Maybe Darren had seen something?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 17, 2010, 05:44:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without noticing she took a step on her foot and noticed that a shard was in her foot. She hobbled over to the phone to call Darren suddenly feeling scared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 18, 2010, 10:50:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unfortunately only Darren's answering machine was on the line, stating he was asleep and would be calling back in the evening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 19, 2010, 01:23:21 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darren I need help something's happening." She said into the phone and hung up then walked back to the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 22, 2010, 11:40:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The message given only waiting remained. <br><br>(no answer until the evening.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>March 22, 2010, 11:56:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat back on the couch and picked out the little bit of glass that was stuck in her foot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2010, 09:55:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cut was not big, but bled rather strongly. A few drops fell down to the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 02, 2010, 12:12:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up a towel on the table and dabbed at it. The vampire would probably want her blood now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 07, 2010, 10:11:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bleeding was eventually stilled, leaving her with a towel with dried and drying blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 08, 2010, 01:13:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up the phone and dialed him again. Now she was nervous someone did that on purpose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 08, 2010, 11:55:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again she reached only Darren's answering machine, not himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 08, 2010, 07:19:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darren please come. I"m scared." She said hanging up the phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 13, 2010, 06:51:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Th sun outside was slowly moving, occasinally hidden by a passing cloud. In the bright light of the afternoon the garden did not look that menacing - though the remains of whatever happened there during the night were even better visible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2010, 03:55:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started to get up and walk/hobble on her foot pacing back and forth. Something was trying to get her attention and that something accomplished it's plan. What if it was Darren? He seemed so nice though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2010, 09:58:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dusk came, finally, and the garden started to darken. Once the sun had set her phone rang - Darren, according to the caller ID.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2010, 09:28:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was sitting on the couch again and picked up the phone. "Darren?" She said looking at the caller ID.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 15, 2010, 11:11:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got your message. What is wrong?" Darren's voice sounded comforting, not alarmed, but concerned and competent. Not as good as having him in the room, but enough so she was not alone anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 22, 2010, 03:25:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Things have been happening. The tree outside is broken and the glass mirror in the bathroom smashed. I cut myself. I'm sorry I'm just scared." She knew she was overreacting but still she was nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starfox</strong> on <strong>April 22, 2010, 07:15:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will be right there, my dear." He did not tell her not to worry, but his tone was comforting and confident, and carried the message anyway. A bit later the door bell rang - Darren was in front of the door, dressed immacculately yet casual and carrying himself in a confident but nonchalant way that would make most models turn green with envy. "May I come in?" he asked, a bit too formal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: private (between Starfox and silverroses2009)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>April 23, 2010, 04:14:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped when she heard the doorbell then came and opened the door. "Yeah come in." She said still hobbling on her foot because it still was a little hurt.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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