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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 7:49:08 GMT
"Ján?" Wynter questioned with a confused look on her face. She stood up from the crumbling stone bench and walked with Genny inside the asylum. She giggled at her comment about the chaser. "The chasers are idiots," she said smiling at Genny.
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Post by Genevieve Linton on Jun 26, 2011 14:05:00 GMT
"They have their moments," said Genny, her smile fading as both girls crossed the threshold of the main entrance and a distant but ever-nearing hubbub of crashes, bangs and shouts reached her ears. She cast one final look of regretful longing at the white wonderland she and her new friend had just left behind - a pristine, peaceful paradise she might not ever see again - before turning to face Wynter once more.
"You may remember him from that night in the doctor's office," said Genny as she ushered Wynter into a nearby alcove. "He doesn't take kindly to those who might wish to harm me." The tumult grew closer; Genny strode back out into the hallway, taking care not to look in Wynter's direction. "Keep your dreams alive," she concluded, staring straight ahead, eyes flashing and jaw set. "The winter is harshest just before it gives way to spring." And then she was gone like the wind, three obscenity-spewing chasers hard on her heels.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 21:58:00 GMT
"Oh..." Wynter replied still a bit confused by Genny's explaination of Jan but not asking further questions. "So I guess we should go our seperate ways now," she said once they got inside the asylum. She ran her fingers through her red hair brushing any snow out of it that was still there.
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