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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:18 pm
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After long hours of sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, Dove found herself gently lead outside with the explanation that visiting hours were over (Luke was in no condition for it anyway) and she needed to rest--which she did. However, even as she walked back to her loft, she found herself drawn elsewhere, the growlithe at her side a constant reminder that she and Luke hadn't been the only victims involved in the day's events, and while the idea of facing him now terrified her, more than enough of her conscience was driving her to see to it that he was at least alright--Yuri certainly hadn't walked out of the warehouse unscathed.
Sooner than she had expected-- or even wanted-- to arrive, she found herself outside of the police station where the psychologist had told her her friend would be kept for the time being. However, as a police officer addressed her inquiry, they were allowing no one to see the man, at least not at such a late hour, and with a mix of disappointment and relief, the girl left, finding it impossible to sleep that night.
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The next morning, with little sleep and dark circles barely hidden under concealer, the young woman made her way back to the hospital, disappointed to find there had been no change in Luke's condition, nor any news on a possible match for a heart. Though they allowed to sit with him for a little while, she found little more to say to the boy's form other than a few pleas for his recovery and some unheard encouragement. Rising as the nurse quietly called her away, she looked him over once more, moving his bangs from his eyes, then left, her arms tucked around her torso as she walked to her next destination.
Again, she found herself at the police station, this time following an officer toward a walled in waiting room, cringing as the lock of the door ground into place behind her. Silently, she waited, her eyes on the floor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:12 pm
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Her eyes fell shut at the disappointment in his voice, the emotional hurt intense. With another deep breath, she attempted to explain, her words slightly louder, though choppy.
"I just... the whole situation just..." She paused for another shaky breath. Her life wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be safe and happy and adored by her fans, not kidnapped and riddled with emotional wounds like this.
"What you did was terrifying, but they wanted your lives," she offered, her voice breaking, "You did what you had to to save us all, and, yes, I'm scared...but I...I trust you."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:18 pm
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Yuri's eyes slid back over to Dove, his face still unreadable as he considered her words for a moment. However, before he replied, the door opened and the guard came in.
"Uh... you're free to go," he stammered slightly in disbelief.
Yuri blinked twice at this rather unexpected news, but stood as the guard came over then undid his handcuffs.
"Wow, really? Why?"
"Someone posted your bail," the guard replied, to whom Yuri gave an odd look. He knew that his bail was a rather substantial one and that not anyone could pay that. Clearly they had expected him to be locked away for a long time, if not for life.
"Who?" Yuri said back, just as a man with red hair walked into the room.
"I did. I owe you for saving my son's life. Or, at least, buying him some time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:39 pm
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"Uh... thanks old man," Yuri said, clearly surprised by this gesture. He hadn't met this guy before, but he was obviously Luke's dad. Looked a lot like him too.
Mr. Fabre's brow twitched slightly and Yuri's rude title, but graciously brushed it off. He cleared his throat, glancing at Dove, then back to Yuri.
"It's not without stipulations. I expect you to continue looking after my son, should he pull through."
The guard had left at some point, and now returned with a bag, containing Yuri's clothes, and his sword. Taking the items, Yuri looked in the bag and grimaced at the sight of his bloodied clothes. "Aw man," he groaned. It would take a lot of work to clean them up, but really they were probably ruined. He would have to call a favor from Flynn to get him some replacements. Great. He did not look forward to explaining himself to that guy.
Mr. Fabre lifted a brow at this. "I'll also be supporting you in your court case, but you'll need to be on your best behavior and clean yourself up."
Yuri laughed weakly, wondering if this guy was joking. He couldn't be serious right? ... And just what was he implying here?! Ugh, nobles.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:43 pm
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