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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 19, 2007 21:15:59 GMT -5
Ike walked around the town and looked inside windows. he was wearing his white shirt that looked like it was from the 1800s and a pair of pants and a long black coat. He staired inside a nice shop and looked at the display.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 20, 2007 18:42:31 GMT -5
Belle waltzed into town whistling a tune, loving the way her deep green skirt swished as she skipped. She noticed Ike and wondered if she should go over and see him.
She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What are you doing out here, Ike?"
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 20, 2007 18:47:13 GMT -5
"i have no idea." Ike said holding his note book. he then looked at the display and said "thats nice."
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Post by bellezza on Feb 20, 2007 19:06:28 GMT -5
Belle peered through the window at what he pointed to.
"Mm. It's okay, I'd much rather that though" she said pointing to a big bound book in the corner of the display.
She looked back up at hi and then down to his notebook. She raised her eyebrow.
"What do you write in there?"
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 20, 2007 19:08:49 GMT -5
"about people, places and other stuff." Ike said looking at her. "mostly my mother." Ike then said looking at the book.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 20, 2007 19:14:23 GMT -5
"People, places and other stuff...hm. That's always good to write about" Belle smiled.
She thought over what he had said and then, against better judgement, asked, "Your mother?"
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 20, 2007 21:30:38 GMT -5
"she had died when i was 7." Ike said to her. "each day i remember something different." he then said.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 21, 2007 20:07:58 GMT -5
Belle flinched at the bluntness with which he announced it. But then her eyes softened.
"I know what you mean. My little sister died at 10...and maybe I was old enough to understand it better but...everyday I think of something about her that maybe I could've kept. Myabe I could've saved her..." Belle drifted off
Then, realizing her intense confession looked up at him panicked.
"Oh..I'm sorry. You probably didn't want to hear all that, did you?"
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 23, 2007 19:24:48 GMT -5
"no its fine. if i may ask, how did she die?" Ike asked Belle curiously.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 23, 2007 20:39:54 GMT -5
"Well, no one really knows...The doctors...they said it was some unknown form of cancer of something...And they did nothing because they said nothing would help...the bastards..." Belle said softly, trying to hold the tears back.
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 23, 2007 21:56:55 GMT -5
"i see. My father murdered my mother." Ike said feeling he should share how his mother had died. "I was seven years old and i went with my parents to church. i sat down in the chair and my mother and father went to the back room. about 10 minutes later my father came out but not my mother and i went back there and saw her in a torchure machine dead." Ike said looking at Belle.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 25, 2007 13:33:41 GMT -5
Belle winced again at his abrupt bluntness.
"If...if you don't mind me asking...how can you be so....so...put together and to the poitn about all that...I mean, if it had been me...well. I probably wouldn't be here right now. You must be pretty strong"
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Post by Ike Crane on Feb 25, 2007 17:02:35 GMT -5
"i had blocked it out of my head and untill recently when i went to sleepy hollow and met- never mind." Ike said getting up. "sorry i rarely talk like this to people." Ike then said looking at Belle.
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