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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:33 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:38 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:50 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:54 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 9:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:48 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:51 am
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When Dakota unraveled his bandage, the reaper ended up drifting closer to him, because she had noticed the bandage, and she did want to see what lay beneath it, and that was a pretty nasty scar. Briefly she wondered why he covered it up. It wasn’t ever going away…and to her, covering something meant you were ashamed of it so…
The reaper was silent as she stared at it…until Dakota covered it back up again anyways, and her dark red eyes slid up to meet his bright orange ones. “Ya.” She replied. “I do.” A group shouldn’t represent an individual…not always, at least. She wouldn’t want to be lumped in with a group, judged…if she wasn’t like the group at all…ugh. This was a gray matter. She wished she could still see things in black and white.
She wanted to ask about the attack on the Horsemen Isles. Not all the Horsemen had done wrong…had they? Not all of them wanted to kill humans, right? She thought about Gramps…and she felt a bit uncomfortable. That wasn’t a bridge she was going to cross right now.
Instead, she focused back on Dakota’s arm, and reached up to tug at the bandage.
“Why do you keep it covered?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 12:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 12:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 1:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:53 pm
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