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Published: 2013-04-07 18:51:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 302; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 2
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((Ok so older mica or same age mica?))
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((I was going to ask you dat <_>))
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((I guess it doesn't really matter..))
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((It would be interesting both ways..))
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((Yeah.. i guess it's up to you ^^))
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((ok same age could be all lovey dovey and older mica could actually pick him up easilly xD depending on the age and everything))
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((Hmm... I guess, older..))
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((I guess... well, hang on. If she were his age, there could be the lovey thing, and it would be more childish, and if she were older she could pick him up and it would be more mature.. and i suppose their reactions to seeing a bloody nine year old lying dead in the dirt would be different..))
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((Yes they would.. I guess she'd care! XD))
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((XD Just.. What do you think would be more fun?))
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((Umm... older, I guess, old enough to carry him?))
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((Yay!))
*it's dark, so late that it's almost starting to get light out. The morning after the war. A young lady wanders through the empty 'battlefield', looking through what's left of the wreckage after it mysteriously cleaned itself. Of course it was the wish of a young boy in an orange parka that fixed it, but she doesn't know that.*
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((I drew some sketches of moca and they're so cute 8D one is based on his nightmares and the other is on his b-day, but there's AndrΓ© too xD))
*The woman kept walking around, with her DOG of course, she would rarely go for a walk without her... Bodyguard in some way. Especially if it's so dark. After some time of looking around at that horrible mess, Uma decided to walk away from her owner, into some other direction, making an angry Mica run after her, such a stupid dog, what did you find?*
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((I wanna see ;-; ))
*oh duh the dog xD I'm so dumb
When she catches up, she sees the dog sniffing at a dark mass on the ground, hardly visible in the dark*
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((I will draw it digitally! D: ))
*She rolls her eyes in annoyance and yells at her dog to back off, to leave that shit, I mean, what could be so damn interesting there, other than a dead rat of course.*
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*the dog barks at her, and picks something up in her mouth, pulling at the thing*
((Wanna seeeee..))
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"SoltΓ‘ eso, asquerosa!" *Growls slightly and runs over to the dog, taking the thing out of her mouth*
((WAIT WOMAN))
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*it's cold and dirty, and ... a hand, with a torn fingerless glove and dried blood*
((I TRYYYYY..))
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*She gasps and let's go of it, then looks scared at the rest of the body* "Oh shit..."
((;3; WAIT MORE))
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*it's a boy, maybe nine or ten years old. He's covered in dried blood, gashes on his arms and legs, torso and face. *
((FINE >^< BUT I WON'T ENJOY IT))
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"Oh my fucking.." *She kneels down next to the boy and tries to look at his face without moving his body*
((GOOD))
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*his eyes arw closed and the blood coats one side of his face, from a gash in his forehead. *
((I FEEL A STRANGE URGE.. AN URGE TO... TO... UGUUUUUU >3< ))
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"Fuck it fuck it, fuck you Uma!...ugh.. I can't let him here.." *She touches him slightly and shivers*
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*he feels cold..*
((im sorry i couldnt help it))
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*She picks him up carefully and coughs a little, turning her head to the side*
((i forgot to respond ooc xD what was that lmao))
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*the boy, the body, is limp in her arms*
((XD oh nothing it was a sound!))
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*Her dog follows her as she walks out of that place.. trying to find somewhere where she could bury him at least*
((oh okkk!))
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*while she walks, the wind picks up a bit, whistling through the longer grass and in her ears*
((XD))
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*She holds him in a way where he'd rest his head on her shoulder, so it doesn't hang* "This is creepy as fuck, shit, fuck."
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*other than the wind, it's quiet, and she starts to hear what sounds like voices in the wind.. whispering, unintelligible*
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*She holds the kid a bit closer and glances around, the place looks even more scarier*
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*the whispering gets louder, turns to quiet talking.. like two little boys, both speaking different languages, echoing*
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*She stops walking and looks down at her dog* "Do you hear it too?"
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*the dog is standing stalk still, staring at the boy in her arms*
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"Y-yeah I know it's weird, but I couldn't let him stay there!"
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*the whisper talking gets louder, and the wind picks up quite a bit, blowing her hair, and the boy's*
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*She turns her back to the wind and groans* "Who's there?!"
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*the sound suddenly gets loud, and then stops*
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*She looks around* "I-I need help with a kid..!"
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*the wind stops just as suddenly as the whispering, and everything is silent.*
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