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Post by Emma Garren on Nov 18, 2007 0:11:17 GMT -5
Emma wandered out the back door of the building at the end of a very long day. She walked out into the garden and started to look at all the flowers, clutching her locket in her hand. She stopped to smell a small bunch of lilies, her favorite as the wind picked up and blew her hair around her face lightly.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 18, 2007 11:25:10 GMT -5
Duke sat on the bench in the garden, looking at the ground. He had his arms laying on his legs, his scared wrists and hand showing. Earlier that day in the Eating Hall had stabbed his hand with his fork in the lunch room. Rubbing his wrists were scars of him trying to kill himself, laid. He sighed as he pulled his hood over his face and stared down at the ground again. He wasn’t cold, just wanting to hide his scars on his back from his father beating him. [/sup]
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Post by Emma Garren on Nov 18, 2007 11:28:19 GMT -5
Emma continued walking through the garden after smelling the lilies, playing with the tattered edges of her sweater. Soon, she came upon someone sitting on a bench not too far from where she was. Slowly, she walked up to him, her eyes wide at the sight of the scars adorning his wrists along with the new cut that had formed from the fork. "A-are you okay?" she asked softly, fiddling with her locket as she looked down at him.
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