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Post by Princess Jenessa on Aug 8, 2006 16:10:03 GMT
Jenessa's heart skipped a beat as Izobel implied she was running with the rebels. She made her eyes emotionless to prevent fear cropping up,
"Oh so now I'm involved with the rebellion?" she asked angrily.
Her eyes blazed with rage and she pushed Izobel to the floor,
"You think that I killed our mother because I was closest to her?" she shouted down at her with a mixed amount of fear and rage.
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Post by Princess Rana on Aug 8, 2006 16:24:44 GMT
Rana ran into the room, "JUST SHUT UP OKAY!" she was crying her eyes out, she had been very close to her mother and didn't like to talk about her. "I don't care who did it just SHUT UP!!" She screamed these last words then ran down to her room, crying.
Was it jenessa that killed her? no, it couldn't have been...and yet...nah, she couldn't have, and thats definite...
She burst open her bedroom door then slammed it shut and jumped onto her bed, lying there crying she her a piercing scream in her heard, and fire...lots and lots of fire.
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Post by Princess Jenessa on Aug 8, 2006 16:35:55 GMT
Jenessa felt bad for her little sister but still stared at Izobel expectantly. Her eyes were still angry but she felt weakened by Rana's tears. Izobel's tears meant nothing to Jenessa. She'd hardened herself to them long ago but Rana...the poor girl was so young when she lost her mother it must have been so awful.
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Post by Princess Izobel on Aug 8, 2006 16:50:00 GMT
Iz shuffled back to the other side of the room and clawed her way up the wall covered in her favorite lyrics from the songs she listens to. "Just please leave me alone...." she sobbed. Iz started to sing some of the songs that she loves. Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen And the whole time while always giving Counting your face among the living
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains Running away and hiding with you I never thought they'd get me here Not knowing you changed from just one bite I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head... But would anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger, Your eyes vacant and stained...
But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head... And would anything matter if you're already dead? And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger, Your eyes vacant and stained... And in saying you loved me, Made things harder at best, And these words changing nothing As your body remains, And there's no room in this hell, There's no room in the next, And our memories defeat us, And I'll end this direst.
But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head... But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger, Your eyes vacant and stained... And in saying you loved me, Made things harder at best, And these words changing nothing As your body remains, And there's no room in this hell, There's no room in the next, But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?
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Post by Princess Jenessa on Aug 8, 2006 16:56:03 GMT
Jenessa turned on her heel and stormed off. She was angry. She slammed the door of her room and broke a few glasses by throwing them at the wall and then she climbed onto her bed and began to sob.
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Post by Princess Izobel on Aug 8, 2006 17:25:48 GMT
Iz walked over to the cd player and inserted the My Chemical Romance cd and got changed into jeans and a t-shirt both blue of course. Iz sat singing her heart out to the rather sad lyrics of demolition lovers and thought about what had just happened. After some time she got up and lifted her art pad and pencil and sketched some pictures of the people around her and of teh posters on her walls.
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