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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deva" data-source="post: 1416610" data-attributes="member: 13573">She could have spent the day in bed, but between the pounding headache and relentless sunlight she crawls out of bed and into the shower. When done, she wraps her hair in a towel to dry and dresses quickly in a loose t-shirt and pair of sweat pants. She has barely swallowed two asprin when Mrs. Desrochers enters the room too cheerful for her own good.Raisa shakes her head at the coffee and sits cross legged on her bed. Her skin crawls involuntarily at the thought of being in the same room as a telepath, even if Mrs. Desrochers is an empath and not technically telepathic. It still wigs her out and even more so when she realizes the woman will sense that.She hesitates speaking, picking at her fingernails absently as her mind tries to piece together everything. She had told Carl she wouldn't turn on him, and she was going to keep to that, but she had already decided the night before she wouldn't lie for him again... not after the elevator thing."It wasn't suppose to turn out the way it did," She finally says after a moment, keeping her eyes away from Empath's gaze. "I don't have to tell you that things at the mall were nuts, but it started before everything else happened." Still without look at Empath, Raisa tells her everything that happened at the mall. About seeing Carl with the two guys, about his brother in trouble, and refusing to let Carl go off on his own. "When the ruckus with the gang quietted down, Carl and I left to take care of this favour for... whoever it was, to help out his brother. I just thought we were going to talk to a few people, how was I suppose to know I was going to end up in an alleyway threatening to castrate some guy for information."Don't ask..." she mutters, wishing she could crawl under a rock and die. "Things went from bad, to really bad. I got freaked out and that's when I activate the pager. I wanted out, but I wasn't about to leave Carl on his own there. When we got to the club, we split up, thinking it would be easier for us at least one of us to get inside that way. Okay, I thought it was a better idea, but so not! They - I'm still not entirely clued in here on who they were - but they were waiting for us, like they expected us to show up or something. I was escorted upstairs where the mind bitch was controlling Carl's friend, and where they were demanding I co-operate and give them a blood sample. Like that was going to happen! That's when I saw Carl and he was hurt and I was in way over my head. I freaked, everything goes a little fuzzy after that but I think the others can fill you in on pretty much everything that happened. All I know is in the end, they got my blood and I get a migraine that I've been told is going to last for a few days."Raisa finally lifts her gaze from the spot on the floor she'd been staring at and looks at Mrs. Desrochers. "I'm no angel, and I use to take pride in that. But I never wanted anyone to get hurt because of something I did. I get that I should have told someone, could have done a number of things differently, but I screwed up. Everything considered though, there's still no way I was letting Carl go off on his own and I wasn't about to break a promise I made to him - friend or not."</blockquote>

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