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Thirty Ninth Star [Voice]

N-no... not that many... it was never that many...

It will stop. I promise it will. The killing will stop. It's gone. Burried in the lake...

STOP COUNTING! STOP, DAMNIT!

I SAID STOP IT!!!

-There is a loud crash as Tir is obviously destroying the walls of his own apartment-

...where's Kazuki. please tell me...

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N-no... no, you... you stay where it's safe

...I want to help.

...You don't want to see this.

...

[Y-Yeah, she's just going to cry because people are scared and traumatized and so is she and she cant' do anything about it.]

...?

Miss Sakura... please don't cry. Please.

I--

[Sob, sniffle.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you...

...I need some help cleaning up.

...

H-Hoe...?

And... and some bandages for my hand...

...

A-Alright!

Miss Sakura... thank you.

I--

I'm not sure what I did, but... Of course.

I just... needed something to focus on.

Hoe...

O-Okay!

come quickly...

I-I'm on my way!

Um, Where do you live?

Edited 2009-04-29 22:50 (UTC)

Latimir 313...

[And soon enough, she knocks on his door, bandages in hand.]

The door's unlocked...

-He's just sitting in a corner, knees to his chest. He's looking out the window to keep himself form having to look at the walls, the numbers still appearing at slow intervals-

[She quickly opens the door and rushes over to him, kneeling down a bit to look him in the eyes. Before she does, however, her attention is averted to the numbers on the wall, and they keep going up...

Did she hear something about killing? Maybe it was just her imagination. Regardless, she looks straight at him.]

Tir-san...

-Tir looks up to her wearily, shadows reflected in his eyes. What light had been there before was currently far too dimmed by the crash caused by the ghosts. He was obviously in a great deal of pain, but... he'd run out of ways to show it.

There were cuts all over his hand. Little white pieces of plaster and drywall decorating it like snow.-

[She's ready to begin crying again, but she knows she has to concentrate on his hand first. She's no expert at first-aid, but...

First it has to be cleaned up. She rushes into his kitchen and gets a wet cloth before returning.

Very carefully, she takes his hand and starts cleaning it up.]

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[Commentlog] agksld sorry it's so late

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