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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 3:43:57 GMT
She nodded and started walking. Her Zecter flew back into her bag as she led Raina a couple of blocks away to her small apartment. There wasn't much to it, but it was enough. She sat on the window ledge and offered the chair to Raina, not having much for furniture.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 3:46:11 GMT
Raina shrugged and took the chair, not one to turn down an offered gift. "Nostalgic, in a sense." Raina murmured softly.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 3:47:17 GMT
That made her perk up a bit, "What do you mean?"
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 3:48:40 GMT
"Oh...just remembering a time in my life when I didn't have a whole lot." Raina said.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 3:50:06 GMT
"I'm hoping for that to change," Noa said, "If I can get things sold or get hired by a fashion house."
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 3:52:34 GMT
"I hope it changes for you as well. You seem like you deserve better." Raina said, shrugging a little. That was just what her intuition told her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 3:53:28 GMT
"I'm glad you think so," she said, "I'd like better."
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 3:55:44 GMT
Raina gave a small smile, at that. "Yup...better place...whatever luxury you might want." she gave light-heartedly. "But...you didn't bring me here for me to compliment you."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 3:57:05 GMT
"No, please tell your story," she said.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 4:02:38 GMT
"Not a word to anyone." Raina chided, before speaking of her history, from her childhood, on up, leaving out the part about that fateful night...but touching on the subject of how she was saved and given a second chance.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 4:05:05 GMT
"I won't tell anyone, don't worry," she assured Raina, not sure how to take the entire story.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 4:10:55 GMT
"It's a story...of being cast to the depths of darkness...and yet clawing your way to the light...to freedom. That's why I fight now...a will that transcends death...that transcends being turned into a monster...a will to live." Raina spoke, almost poetically, summarizing things...
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 4:11:56 GMT
She nodded, "It's a hard life you've found for yourself then, it sounds like," she said.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 4:14:01 GMT
"I suppose." Raina said, leaning back in the chair, giving a small yawn.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 4:15:38 GMT
"Did that drain you?" she asked.
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