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Post by Charity Christos on Jun 1, 2009 11:59:45 GMT -5
(caleb?)
Most people would assume sitting alone and enjoying a picnic in the sun was something rather creepy. The truth was Charity didn’t really mind being on her own, firstly because her daughter was sat on the blanket just beside her trying to pick a flower and eat it, and secondly because any faith or trust Charity had in human kind, man kind had been shattered of recent. She still fretted over what the bastard had done to her baby girl.
And even though she knew it was a good idea, Charity regretted locking away her daughters powers until she was sixteen. At the end of the day, it hadn’t mattered if she had no active magic or not, Josh had still known, still turned his daughter in..
She lay out on her side, and smiled as Grace crawled, or rather rolled over to her. Flopping down beside her, the silent little girl hadn’t cried a word, hadn’t cooed since Lucy and Chatty had recued her. She just tugged on her mothers hair and tried to put that in her mouth too.
Chatty laughed. “Nuh-uh Gracey, not a chance, I like my hair too much-“ she offered her daughter a cake inside. “This would be better.”
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 15:08:11 GMT -5
Caleb wandered alone through the gardens. Absorbed in this thoughts, he simply followed the pathways, wandering. Most people thought the park was a place for families... He'd had one of those but now it was gone. One selfish act had taken that from him and from Isla. He'd rarely seen the little blond since Cal came and got her and she'd been sequestered away among the wolves of Gaia. How did you go from being on tp of the world to the world to the depths of despair? It just wasn't fair.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 16:11:04 GMT -5
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Chatty yelled, as the man practically stood on her and her daughter. "Jees, ashole, if your going to daydream go do it in a titty bar."
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 16:13:37 GMT -5
Caleb jumped back and shook his head. "I'm sorry." He apologized, looking down. He shook his head. "Must be one of those days."
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 16:26:00 GMT -5
Charity scooped Grace up, placing her in the little basket seat, and tapped her on the nose. "yeah, well, can you not stand on me while your having one?" Charity asked, tugging her shirt back into place as she sat up and run her fingers through her hair.
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 16:29:08 GMT -5
"Good advice." He picked up a few items that had been knocked over during the tussle.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 16:33:09 GMT -5
She knelt over and gave him a hand, picking up her daughters sippy cup and picked the grass of it. "Thanks." She muttered for his effort.
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 16:43:27 GMT -5
"No problem." He straightened, "Sorry to have ruined your picnic."
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