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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 4, 2009 14:36:40 GMT -8
"Oh, and no I don't..." Brooke replied. "Just heard the usual rumors about it and such...why do you track the doctors?" she asked in puzzlement.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 6, 2009 16:30:39 GMT -8
Wednesday rolled her head and eyes, "Oh for the love of an unholy zombie!" She opened her bag again and shoved the comic book in; accidentally hitting Bebe and Marie in the process, they squeaked and hissed, and in the end her hands were shoved into her pockets. There was a little frustration in the air, but Wednesday knew that the girl was ignorant. For a few seconds the walk was silent, but after she got her head level again, "I don't track doctors. I have those inkblot tests because of my power. I can take the images I see and make them living," was how she replied.
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 6, 2009 16:46:04 GMT -8
"Oh, really...that's cool...so ink to real life...hmm..." Brooke replied thinking. "Makes my stuff sound flat old boring. Any clue what classes they offer here in this strange school?" she asked.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 6, 2009 16:50:34 GMT -8
There was another pause, but this time Wednesday was in thought. "Well," she said still thinking, "I'm sure they have to have a class for our powers." She looked over at Brooke, "Did you ever go to normal school?"
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 6, 2009 16:55:27 GMT -8
Brooke shook her head, "Not unless you count juvie jail..." she replied sadly. "Was kept at home most of the time otherwise..." she added.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 6, 2009 17:15:11 GMT -8
"Juvenile-jail," asked Wednesday aloud, "I didn't know it was a school. I always thought it was a nice summer camp of sorts." She sighed in happy reminisce. "Oh, I how I miss the insane asylum though," her voice happy as a girl in love. "Frank Stein was the man what showed me that life is more morbid than I could ever thought possible," she said.
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 6, 2009 17:18:23 GMT -8
Brooke raised an eyebrow as Wednesday spoke of how Frank enstein had showed her how life was so morbid. "No, Juvie Jail is a correctional facility for troubled teens...I spent quite a few years there to try and work on my well...problems," she replied trying to avoid saying stealing issues. "Guess the insane asylum was better though...least in your case..." she replied.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 6, 2009 17:26:38 GMT -8
Wednesday smiled largely, revealing her fangs again, "Why thank you!" There was a wild look in her eyes; something in her made her giggle, but there was a sign of pure happiness in her own way. She seemed brighter, but the shade made her look just plain crazy.
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 6, 2009 17:27:40 GMT -8
Brooke looked at Wednesday a bit nervously. "Sure you're up for a regular school after that place?" she asked noticing the fangs and crazy look in her eyes.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 6, 2009 17:32:38 GMT -8
Wednesday's happy face had instantly shut down and her look was very neutral. "What," she began, "Do you mean to tell me that I'm not going to be able to handle a normal little school such as this one?" Her emerald eyes flashed over to Brooke and looked serious.
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 6, 2009 17:35:03 GMT -8
"Seems like it could end up being a problem...you're already getting all fangy and what not..." Brooke replied. "Surely there's a better place for us then this place...probably another prison just like Juvie was..." she added thoughtfully.
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Post by Wednesday Coffin on Oct 14, 2009 17:17:38 GMT -8
Wednesday spaced out and thought for a moment, "What?" She then snapped back to realty and shook her head, "No. There can't be a better place than here for you, I mean, I'm not the norm here." Then she paused and her lips were thin; there was a comment that Wednesday was pondering upon. "Fangy," she inquired.
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Post by Brooke, Tommy on Oct 17, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -8
Brooke nodded, "You know, sharp teeth...and even in a place of freaks a freak doesn't always fit in...maybe I'm not right for this place...maybe it's just no good..." she said thoughtfully.
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