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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 9, 2009 22:36:19 GMT -5
Alexei sat on one of the swings, kicking pebbles from his path. Images of his past kept flashing through his mind every time he blinked. After a little bit, tears started to spill down his cheeks. "Anastasia." he whispered, gripping his sister's jewelry.
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Post by Spotts on Dec 9, 2009 22:52:48 GMT -5
Sam was writing in his notebook underneath a tree in the park. He had damaged his right hand when punching a tree the day before and it hadn't completely healed yet, which made it hard for him to write with that hand. He had taught himself to write with his left hand when he was young, luckily. He noticed someone, a vampire, sitting on one of the swings crying and grasping a few braclets. He described what the young man looked like in his notebook then started sketching him in his sketchbook, sitting on his other knee.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 9, 2009 22:55:08 GMT -5
Alexei glanced up as he heard a pencil move across a piece of paper. He wiped his tears and tried to look brave.
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Post by Spotts on Dec 9, 2009 22:59:33 GMT -5
Sam finished the sketch and saw that the man was looking at him. "Oh great," he muttered. "He's gonna come and say 'hello,' isn't he."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 9:31:22 GMT -5
Alexei saw this person making no move, so he decided not to say anything. He continued to slowly swing, gripping his sister's bracelets.
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Post by Spotts on Dec 10, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
Sam continued to scribble in his notebook, looking up every now and again at the young man on the swing. He abruptly stopped and reached into his bag, bringing out a sandwich inside a bag. He removed the bag and took a bite before writing more in the notebook.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 18:53:22 GMT -5
Alexei cleared his throat. "Excuse me. Why are you drawing me?"
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Post by Spotts on Dec 10, 2009 19:01:20 GMT -5
"It's a free country," Sam replied, not looking up from the words on the page. "I can draw whatever I please, so I drew you. Why are you over there sobbing into those braclets?"
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 19:03:01 GMT -5
"If you must know, these are my sisters, and I'm sobbing into them because she's dead. Or is that a problem for you?" Alexei replied, sharply.
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Post by Spotts on Dec 10, 2009 19:09:33 GMT -5
"Nope, I have no problem with that. You go ahead and mourn over your dead sister. I'll just continue with my business myself." He picked up the sketchbook and held it up for him to see. It was a very detailed image of the man, Sam didn't leave out anything. "See? This is what I was drawing." It showed Alexei holding the braclets in his fist, his fist on his forehead, and tears rolling down his cheeks.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 19:10:48 GMT -5
"Could you, uh, erase the tears?" Alexei asked, quietly, slipping the jewelry into his pocket.
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Post by Spotts on Dec 10, 2009 19:14:41 GMT -5
"I'm not going to show it to anyone," Sam told him. "It pretty much just stays in my house, and I don't have any friends or anything to show it to. I'd have to start all over if I erased anything."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 19:18:29 GMT -5
"Well, do it again." Alexei grumbled. "I can't risk it getting out."
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Post by Spotts on Dec 10, 2009 19:36:09 GMT -5
Sam concentrated on the man's face, then after a few seconds his face showed shock. "You're Alexei Romanov? The Russian heir?" he asked, astounded.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Dec 10, 2009 19:42:15 GMT -5
Alexei nodded. "That would be me" he chuckled. "These are my sister's, Anastasia." he continued, pulling out the bracelets.
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Juliette
