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Post by Nightcat on Sept 20, 2006 16:40:16 GMT -5
(Liz cracked her eyes open a few hours later. Her chest hurt and she felt drunk. She sat up in bed swaying slightly as she tried to clear her head. She coughs and her head starts to spin. She soon realizes that what she is feeling is ECKS.)
Liz: I can not believe this. First I go crazy when he has a fight, now I get drunk and feel like I have smoke everywhere around me whenever he drinks and/or smokes. Wundervoll!
(Liz throws her hands in the air with exasperation, sighing as she did so. She gets up slowly and walks out to get some coffee to get rid of a hang-over that wasn't hers)
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Post by Nightcat on Sept 20, 2006 22:15:05 GMT -5
(A few hours later, Nightcat lands on her bed with a soft BAMF. She curls up in a tight ball of indigo and falls asleep.)
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Post by Rogue on Sept 23, 2006 2:41:15 GMT -5
(Rogue walks in with Liz and places her down on her bed. She covers her up as Liz curls into her usual ball.)
Rogue: Thanks, sugah (she whispers)
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Post by Nightcat on Sept 23, 2006 17:22:04 GMT -5
(Several hours later, Liz is woken up by the sound of screaming. She jumps from her bed and rushes to the window. She looks out onto the grounds and sees 8-ball thrashing on the ground.)
Liz: Oh mien Gott! 8-ball!
(Liz consentrates on a spot very close the 8-ball and in a flash, is gone in a puff if smoke.)
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