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<blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 6017515" data-attributes="member: 79171"><p>[OOC]You didn't exactly give us much time to post, lol [/OOC]</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">====EPILOGUE====</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p style="text-align: left">Clover quirked an eyebrow at Lacey angrily, not even giving her the satisfaction of an answer. Without a word, she stalked back out the door, closing it with just the right amount of disdain for her present company, yet respect for the ugly vampire who was now sheltering them. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">In the dingy hallway, Clover leaned up against the wall, slowly sliding down it to sit right on the floor. She was suddenly very aware of how tired she was. Maybe it was daybreak that was threatening to do her in and making her want to pass out. But she also suspected that the chase in the car and the loss of Ruby might have had more of an effect on her than she wanted to admit. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">Fighting fatigue, she drew around Ruby's makeshift bag, which she had grabbed from Lacey's car. She had already rummaged through it, having had nothing else to do while Lacey had driven them to this hellhole in the middle of the desert. Reaching inside, she pulled out the awful little bunny doll that Ruby had made. In silence, her mouth twitched up in a little smirk. The thing was hideous. It was made of several types and shades of fabric with mismatched button eyes. In fact, it didn't look too different from the ugly vampire that had just let them down to their underground accommodations here. Still, finding herself alone for a moment, she hugged the bunny close to herself and finally gave in to all the fear and worry of the past night. What this bunny represented was the end of an era; the end of the first chapter of their unlives, which had concluded with Ruby's untimely end. The bunny was innocence and sweetness. It was awkward moments and uncertain alliances. It was doubt. It was hope. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">Absently, Clover reached up to grab hold of her fleur-de-lis necklace. She flinched a little when she found it wasn't around her neck. All of the terror of the past few hours had made her forget the familiar weight of the silver pendant. But now that it was gone, she felt almost naked. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">Lowering her hand back to her lap, she found herself looking at the perfect, ivory skin of her forearm. Somehow, after all the fear and hurt, she had still managed to come through all this unscarred. She pressed her mouth together in contemplation for a moment before reaching back into Ruby's bag. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">A few minutes later, she lowered the ball point pen to the floor and admired her handiwork. She was tired, so tired, but she could still make out the dark perfect lines of the fleur-de-lis symbol she had drawn on her arm in black. She mouthed counting, one, two, three. Slowly, sleep began to overtake her as she proceeded to slide down to the floor, but she kept her eyes trained in her makeshift tattoo. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">The dictionary in her mind opened up and she heard herself speak to no one in particular as her eyes slid shut, "One. Two. Three. Three petals bound together for eternity. The petals of the fleur-de-lis. Ruby... Koln... And... <em>me</em>."</p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">She hugged the bunny close, and she knew no more. </p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="izillama, post: 6017515, member: 79171"] [OOC]You didn't exactly give us much time to post, lol [/OOC] [CENTER]====EPILOGUE==== [LEFT]Clover quirked an eyebrow at Lacey angrily, not even giving her the satisfaction of an answer. Without a word, she stalked back out the door, closing it with just the right amount of disdain for her present company, yet respect for the ugly vampire who was now sheltering them. In the dingy hallway, Clover leaned up against the wall, slowly sliding down it to sit right on the floor. She was suddenly very aware of how tired she was. Maybe it was daybreak that was threatening to do her in and making her want to pass out. But she also suspected that the chase in the car and the loss of Ruby might have had more of an effect on her than she wanted to admit. Fighting fatigue, she drew around Ruby's makeshift bag, which she had grabbed from Lacey's car. She had already rummaged through it, having had nothing else to do while Lacey had driven them to this hellhole in the middle of the desert. Reaching inside, she pulled out the awful little bunny doll that Ruby had made. In silence, her mouth twitched up in a little smirk. The thing was hideous. It was made of several types and shades of fabric with mismatched button eyes. In fact, it didn't look too different from the ugly vampire that had just let them down to their underground accommodations here. Still, finding herself alone for a moment, she hugged the bunny close to herself and finally gave in to all the fear and worry of the past night. What this bunny represented was the end of an era; the end of the first chapter of their unlives, which had concluded with Ruby's untimely end. The bunny was innocence and sweetness. It was awkward moments and uncertain alliances. It was doubt. It was hope. Absently, Clover reached up to grab hold of her fleur-de-lis necklace. She flinched a little when she found it wasn't around her neck. All of the terror of the past few hours had made her forget the familiar weight of the silver pendant. But now that it was gone, she felt almost naked. Lowering her hand back to her lap, she found herself looking at the perfect, ivory skin of her forearm. Somehow, after all the fear and hurt, she had still managed to come through all this unscarred. She pressed her mouth together in contemplation for a moment before reaching back into Ruby's bag. A few minutes later, she lowered the ball point pen to the floor and admired her handiwork. She was tired, so tired, but she could still make out the dark perfect lines of the fleur-de-lis symbol she had drawn on her arm in black. She mouthed counting, one, two, three. Slowly, sleep began to overtake her as she proceeded to slide down to the floor, but she kept her eyes trained in her makeshift tattoo. The dictionary in her mind opened up and she heard herself speak to no one in particular as her eyes slid shut, "One. Two. Three. Three petals bound together for eternity. The petals of the fleur-de-lis. Ruby... Koln... And... [I]me[/I]." She hugged the bunny close, and she knew no more. [/LEFT] [/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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