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Post by katt on Nov 22, 2016 16:23:41 GMT -4
"Shazam" Malone mildly agrees, thoughtfully nodding. "it sounds so simple when you say it like that"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 22, 2016 16:40:31 GMT -4
"So it does. Pizza should be here any minute."
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Post by katt on Nov 22, 2016 16:50:04 GMT -4
"Ooooh good...." She happily sighs then scrunches up her face as if a thought's occurred to her "....Did you want to be in the military as a kid?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 22, 2016 16:57:01 GMT -4
"Not really. I mean, my pop was in the French Army, and he was KIA. I decided that I wasn't gonna stand for terrorism and my record shows that. Being in the air, it gives you this unquenchable thirst for adrenaline, like you're unstoppable. But one day, I took it too far..."
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Post by katt on Nov 22, 2016 17:22:52 GMT -4
She doesn't say anything but her body language, how she tilts just so ever slightly to face you and the way she stops slouching back into the sofa screams tell me more.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 22, 2016 17:28:11 GMT -4
Edward sighed for a minute, remembering the fateful day it took place.
"It was supposed to be a routine bombing run in Iraq. I... released the bombs on our own troops. Oh God..." He looks away and holds his head up as tears start to form.
"So many lives..."
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 13:23:54 GMT -4
Malone looks away too, head bowed in shame that she's made you recount such a thing. Then, rather slowly she gets up and goes over to the sideboard where the standard hotel coffee machine is, grabs a slightly dusty mug before filling it with water. Ever so quietly she comes back over and offers it to you, a feeble attempt at an apology. What she lacks in people skills she makes up for in her efforts.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 13:46:39 GMT -4
Edward waved it away.
"No, all the money in the end will suffice. All of it. It's gonna make up for it. It will." He repeats. The scene plays over and over again in his head: The infrared screen, the burning vehicles...
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 13:54:21 GMT -4
"People cos-" Malone starts but is cut off by the call of room service, signifying that the pizza's arrived. Moving quite quickly she opens the door, murmurs a thank you, takes the take-away bag from the woman before stuffing some crumpled notes into her hand and slamming the door closed.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 14:39:28 GMT -4
The scene stopped immediately: the smell of barbeque wings and all meat pizza filled the air.
"Just set it on the coffee table, there should be plates in the kitchen.
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 17:46:25 GMT -4
She nods before quickly disappearing into the kitchen for a few minutes. You hear the beep of a microwave and then Malone returns with the plates and some glasses.
"I microwaved the plates so the food will stay warmer for longer....." she trails off. "Is that okay?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 18:28:27 GMT -4
"It's your... Funeral." He quipped, before opening the box and grabbing two slices.
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 18:37:53 GMT -4
Malone gives a hollow laugh before grabbing a slice and beginning to eat with such a ferocity you're surprised, she doesn't even chew the first few bites.
"-dis ish gud" She empties her mouth and reaches for a second slice. "I'd forgotten how great pizza was"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 18:42:14 GMT -4
Edward slowly eats his share, adjusting his pose.
"Why's that?"
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 18:47:56 GMT -4
"Management have had me on a liquids only diet for the past three months. "You can't photoshop a live performance" is what they say and they do have a point" She responds after finishing her second piece and going straight for the chicken, oblivious to the fact she's gonna give herself indigestion.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 18:56:08 GMT -4
"Hey, take it easy. You're gonna get sick. Do you want pop or something?" Edward asks, finishing his pieces and going in for a wing.
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 19:08:20 GMT -4
"Yes please" She nods and begins to chew her wing slower. "The chicken does not disappoint"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 19:10:29 GMT -4
Edward walks into the kitchen and into the fridge. Several liters of different kinds of pop await.
"What would you like?" He calls out.
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 19:13:42 GMT -4
"Do you have....." She trails off in thought and gives a small yawn. "Cola?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 19:18:51 GMT -4
"I've got Coke, if that helps. What type, and do you want ice?" He calls out again.
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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 19:20:24 GMT -4
"Just, uh, normal? And ice would be good thank you" She calls back, moving on to another slice of pizza.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 23, 2016 19:36:38 GMT -4
Edward pulls out the Red and White Coke bottle, grabs two cups from the cupboard, and fills them to a decent amount. He then grabbed ice and put in a few ice cubes into each glass, and walks towards the living rom, handing one to Malone and keeping one to himself. He sits down in his previous seat, and grabs a nearby blanket and wraps himself in it.
"Nothing about yourself, after everything I've spilled?" He smiles, and sipped some of the carbonated beverage that was in his hand.
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Post by katt on Nov 24, 2016 3:42:08 GMT -4
"I don't know where to start..." She takes a small sip of her cola. "I'm from Harlem but I haven't lived thee for almost six years now. My pa was all about his gospel choir and my ma was all about her work. Frank and Monica Hutterson."
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 24, 2016 11:17:35 GMT -4
"So what made you join these Messengers?" Edward inquired.
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Post by katt on Nov 24, 2016 17:19:58 GMT -4
"I didn't join, I was chosen" She said then looks around the room. "I'm not allowed to say that-"
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