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Post by McKenzie Williams on Jan 29, 2013 10:43:41 GMT -5
"You're a person, not a weapon," she told him.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 29, 2013 18:00:45 GMT -5
"Eh, sometimes the line kinda blurs for me." He said, still in a melancholy voice, grasping his side in pain. "And at times like this, I feel...useless. Like a shattered sword."
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Jan 29, 2013 18:02:13 GMT -5
"You're not useless," she told him, "Nobody is ever useless."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 31, 2013 22:25:45 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed again. He knew she was right, but he couldn't help but let his pride get the better of himself. "Right. I'm about as useful as a race horse with two broken legs." He said, laughing cynically at himself with his hand placed on his face.
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Jan 31, 2013 22:31:49 GMT -5
"Stop saying that."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 31, 2013 23:03:45 GMT -5
"Sorry, but that's how I feel. The only constructive thing I know how to do is fight, and if I can't fight, I feel useless. It's just how I am."
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Jan 31, 2013 23:04:54 GMT -5
"I can understand that idea," she said, "But it's not a good way to feel."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 1, 2013 0:16:04 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed, noticing that he felt just good enough to stand. So, he turned himself, trying to get up again, this time more successfully, and walking over to a window. "I...need to live. I need to find some way to leave my mark on this world."
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Feb 1, 2013 0:17:02 GMT -5
"Then just live," she told him, a bit concerned over if he should be standing or not.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 1, 2013 1:35:41 GMT -5
"I wish I could. But this is all I know. I need a place to start." He sighed, barely keeping himself stable with his hand against the wall. "Perhaps you could assist me...by sharing dinner with me? My treat, of course."
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Feb 1, 2013 9:32:37 GMT -5
"Oh, um...," she wasn't sure what to make of his offer. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she wasn't sure if accepting that was a good idea, "Can I get back to you on that?"
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 3, 2013 20:41:53 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled, still a bit shaky. "Right. Whenever you decide, give me a call, alright? My number's on my card, there should be a few in my jacket pocket over there."
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Feb 3, 2013 20:43:03 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to do it," she said, getting up to get a card.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 4, 2013 12:51:33 GMT -5
Kakeru stood in the same place, gazing out the window. In truth, it was a bad idea for him to get up, as he was barely able to keep himself standing, holding onto the windowsill for support.
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Post by McKenzie Williams on Feb 4, 2013 12:52:37 GMT -5
"Are you going to be ok?" she asked.
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