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Post by Starkey. on Apr 4, 2005 0:09:11 GMT -5
Great story!
Go HOME GEORGE!
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Post by Starkey. on Apr 4, 2005 0:09:38 GMT -5
oh that sounded wrong... GEORGE YOU HAVE TO GO HOME!!!!  there. |
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Post by me on Apr 4, 2005 14:17:43 GMT -5
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged. Get back Geo!
sorry...i'm really in a happy mood today. it must be the weather, though it's raining right now...
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Apr 4, 2005 14:54:28 GMT -5
Raining makes me hyper!
Go home George!
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 6, 2005 17:40:54 GMT -5
post more soon please!!!
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Post by Starkey. on Apr 8, 2005 0:37:35 GMT -5
Dude, and Geo is totally pronounced "Jo" !!! Jan, you rawk.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 8, 2005 20:57:27 GMT -5
Pattie sighed deeply and leaned her head against the head of her bed and closed her eyes. The two women beside her exchanged worried looks, and Mo patted her hand gently. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she smiled faintly. She got up slowly and made her way to the bathroom slowly, the two others trailing after her.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Just give me a second, I’ll be right out.” She called back to them, shutting the door firmly. She knelt on the ground quickly and opened the cupboard beneath then sink and grabbed the roll of toilet paper at the back. Underneath it was a little plastic bag with acid inside it. She grabbed a little strip and smiled slowly, her grey complexion making her look like death reincarnate.
Quickly putting it on her tongue, she savoured the bitter taste and swallowed. She got up again and flushed the toilet then turned on the tap and rinsed her hands off then dried them, waiting for the effects of the drug to take her over. She made her way to the door and opened the door, to find Maureen and Cyn standing expectantly outside the room. “What?” she smiled weakly. “I’m allowed, aren’t I?” They laughed hesitantly, as Pattie’s vision began to swirl.
Her knees buckled and the two others gasped and grabbed at her, but she refused to be picked up. She stroked the carpet absentmindedly muttering nonsensical words, and Maureen groaned.
“Oh boy. I’m betting she took some acid in there.” Cynthia closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “This is worse than I thought. We need George to come home, soon.” They knelt on the ground beside the tripping Pattie, and Cynthia stroked her head, as they waited it out.
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An hour later, Pattie was returning to normalcy, slowly but surely, and the two beside her were thankful for it. She stood up suddenly, but still drugged, and stumbled towards the stairs. Cyn and Maureen started and rushed after her. She cried out plaintively, “George? George, when are you coming home?” Maureen grabbed her arm and tried to drag her back towards the bedroom, but Pattie wrenched her arm away with sudden strength and burst into tears, still running towards the stairs. “Geeeorgee…I need you…” She sobbed plaintively, and made a sudden dash for downstairs.
The two other girls stood stock-still as Pattie fell, down the steps. It seemed as if the world was stopping, as she slowly fell, down and down. Cynthia’s face was white as they heard a heart-wrenching thud as she reached the bottom.
They turned to look at one another, Cyn’s face pale as a ghost, and rushed to Pattie’s side, tracing the trail of blood that followed her down the stairs.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Apr 8, 2005 21:21:25 GMT -5
Pattie!!!! I hope she (and the baby) is all right!
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Post by LongTallCecilia on Apr 9, 2005 10:13:43 GMT -5
Oh no...  |
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Post by me on Apr 9, 2005 12:47:47 GMT -5
Shoot.
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 9, 2005 16:49:11 GMT -5
oh my goodness!!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 26, 2005 21:48:37 GMT -5
George stepped into his house, John and Paul close on his heels. The silence of the house fell over him like an unsettling blanket. He shivered, and turned. “Boys, I don’t think she’s ‘ere,” he whispered, hesitant to break the blanket of uncomfortable quiet. John, obviously oblivious, bellowed, “Look ‘ead, a note.” He pointed, and George rushed over, only to find a hastily scribbled note in Cynthia Lennon’s handwriting. He frowned, and read. George:
Pattie fell down the stairs, waiting for you. Fearing the worst. Come to Hospital ASAP.He gasped in a sharp intake of breath, and stared closer at the note, trying to read in between the lines. “Fell down the stairs, waiting for you”? what the hell what that supposed to mean? “ Fuck.” He mutted, and crumpled the note. He looked up, only to see Paul and John staring at him inquisitively. He closed his eyes and put his hands over his eyes. “Fuck,” he muttered a second time, “Why the hell didn’t I come earlier.” George twitched suddenly, feeling a hand on his shoulder. John had made his way over and put his hand awkwardly on the younger man’s shoulder. George shrugged him off angrily and stared him down. “Pattie’s at the fuckin’ hospital. Take me there.” His eyes bored into John’s, angrily stating what he was afraid to say for weeks: The boys were breaking up,and the rifts were showing. John, shocked, stepped back, feeling the hate seeping from him, and smiled weakly. “Alrigh’, then. We’ll go.” George spun around and marched out the door, wondering what would happen to him. What had Pattie done? What the hell had she done? -- Finally, more. |
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Post by Icee on Apr 26, 2005 22:19:07 GMT -5
OMFG. ojhrkjh/klhighi! Patty |
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 26, 2005 22:29:10 GMT -5
oh my! its very awesome! please post more soon!
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Post by me on Apr 27, 2005 8:41:15 GMT -5
Poor Pattie.
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there.
