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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 4:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 7:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 7:26 am
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With a nod and a thank you, the girl complied, and when she was called for, she followed the guard back, her mind wandering to the last time she had visits him. The last time... The fact that there had been a last time was unsettling, but this time was different. Right?
Her new boots tapped at the stones of the floor as she walked, keeping rhythm with those in front of her until they arrived. Upon sight of him, her entire demeanor softened. He seemed okay, but so tired...
Moving forward to take a seat, she thanked the guard as well and took her place before Yuri, her eyes never leaving him. Timidly, she reached forward to him to brush her fingertips lightly over the bruise on his jaw, her voice gentle. "Are you okay.?" she asked simply, her priority to ensure that at the very least:
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 7:36 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 8:12 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 8:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 12:49 am
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She stayed quiet, everything about her worried and apologetic. "I-I mean... I knew a little, but not the extent of it all."
A quiet sigh. He was so reckless, and yet she trusted him with nearly everything inside her, or so she wished. The entire situation left her feeling immensely confused and hurting for him, but in the back of her mind, she knew one thing was certain: Yuri Lowell was a good person. He hadnt handled certain things the way he ought have--as the bruise on his jaw indicated, at the very slightest of levels-- but no one was perfect, and his sense of justice and kindness was strong.
A pressing matter prickled at the back of her mind; he had earned his time, and had no way to pay for it but to adjust and live, unless someone were to step in and help, which she couldn't see him agreeing to with clear conscious. It was either hurt and cage himself or cost another ally something of value.
Either way, Dove wanted him out, and saw his restriction as her own.
After a few more silent moments, she shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she told him, somewhat resolved. "I just want you out and safe."
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