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Post by Tamika Weir on Feb 4, 2011 18:55:55 GMT -8
Time: Day 4, Morning
Weather: Cloudy
Warnings: Ghosts, Vomiting, Awkwardness
Characters: Tamika Weir, Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith, Atticus "Atlas" Lasseter
The rest of the car ride passed by dully. Atlas dozed in the backseat while the other items around him moved around slightly as during the trip, including a small, shiny cylindrical object that rolled next to his foot.
Tamika and Brad both silently sat in the front. Tamika found herself lost in her thoughts, leaving herself with only enough focus to drive the three of them to the graveyard safely. Her thoughts mainly centered around her life, and how pleasant Brad's seemed in comparison. Of course, her's hadn't started out too badly. Yet a good beginning couldn't erase the years of pain and torment she had after.
Once Tamika had finally parked at the graveyard's parking lot, she glanced at Brad, and then said to the sleepy passenger in back, "We're here." After she climbed out of the car, she headed toward the gates. When the others had joined her, she turned toward them and asked, "Is there anything either of you would like to know before we go to see Brian?"
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Post by Atlas on Feb 6, 2011 9:36:28 GMT -8
Atlas roused himself from his sleep after Tamika woke him up. He felt a little bit better, though it would be a while yet before the stomach pain would go away. As he awoke, he noticed a small cylindrical object by his foot. "Huh? Wonder what that is?" he thought, picking up the object as well as the bone with him.
He stumbled out of the car and into the crisp autumn air. His eyes still remained half-shut as he stretched out his body, yawning. He walked towards Tamika with the objects in hand.
"Well, I guess I'll figure things out once I meet him, though I do have a question." Atlas said as he presented the cylindrical object. "I found this in your backseat. Do you know what it is?"
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Post by Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith on Feb 7, 2011 15:18:05 GMT -8
Brad ambled out of the car and proceeded towards the gates. Standing next to the young woman, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a kind squeeze. Leaning over closely, he softly whispered in her ear "When you want to talk about why you left or anything else, I'll listen with care and without judgement. I would like to know." He lingered there for a few more heartbeats, taking in the smell of strawberry banana from her hair and the faint hint of cherry and vanilla from somewhere else on her.
Turning back when Atticus approached, he eyed the small object held out in his hand. A bullet casing. 9MM judging by the size. A handgun? Intriguing. But what would a spent casing be doing in her backseat unless the gun at been fired from inside the car?
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Post by Tamika Weir on Feb 7, 2011 16:33:18 GMT -8
"Yeah, maybe sometime later," Tamika muttered. "Yeah. Later. Much later. Like when hell freezes over." She in absolutely NO WAY wanted to tell Brad or anyone else about her family. Or her running away from home. Or what happened afterwards. No way. No how.
"Than why did you tell Atlas last night that you were in Greenvale because of a murder?" Tamika was shocked to realize that her brain was right. Why had she done that? She eventually that she must have been tired and wasn't thinking. Yet, if she had told that to Atlas, even if she hadn't been thinking, maybe she did on some level want to talk? And Brad wasn't a bad guy. He had never judged her before and said that he trusted her. And she trusted him, at least a bit. Plus he was-
Tamika's thoughts were interrupted as Atlas approached her carrying a small shiny object. A small shiny object which she immediately recognized. "A bullet casing! What?!? That's- There's no way! I got rid of- How the hell did- What?!?" Her eyes had widened in shock and she took a step back, as if Atlas had just presented her with a poisonous snake rather than a bullet casing. This sudden movement caused Tamika's ass to slam into Brad's thigh. Brad's hand, which he had had by his side, also brushed her ass as she stepped backwards.
Her mind completely froze and it took her a couple seconds to move away from Brad, her cheeks now blushing. Then she reached forward and grabbed the bullet casing from Atlas's hand. "A memento," Tamika stated simply and she stuck the bullet casing in the pocket of her jacket. She then turned and headed into the graveyard while calling back, "Come on. We've got a ghost to talk to, right?"
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Post by Atlas on Feb 8, 2011 7:15:04 GMT -8
It had seemed that whatever Atlas had presented had surprised Tamika, as she had stumbled backward into Brad. "Hmm? I didn't think it was that ugly looking..." he thought, confused.
Just as quickly it seemed, Tamika had snatched it from him. What was wrong with it. Was it so embarrassing that she did not want him to find it. It didn't look that bad to him. Then again, his mind was also not quite there yet. "Uhh, sorry, it just looked kinda odd, I guess..." he replied, sounding a bit tired. "Sure, let's go talk to this ghost. It would be a nice change of pace to talk to a spirit that doesn't want to kill me for a change." he added, gripping his head.
Atlas wondered what Brian would look like. Would he look like the other shadows, but somehow be friendly, or would he look more human?
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Post by Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith on Feb 9, 2011 14:36:24 GMT -8
The young woman froze against Brad as she took a step back. He could feel her on his thigh, his hand slightly touching her. She has to know my hand is there, right? She's certainly not moving away from it. Absentmindedly, he moved his hand back and forth, approaching the center seam of her jeans, then back to where it was. Just as I thought, it's obvious she's done a lot of running. The hand on her shoulder squeezed just a little more gently before finally releasing. When the moment was finally gone, Brad just watched as she grabbed the bullet casing and stuffed it into her jacket. Her cheeks almost matched hair at this point which caused him to smile.
Following Atlas and Tamika into graveyard, Brad asked "So do either of you see anything? Is Brian anywhere?"
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Post by Tamika Weir on Feb 11, 2011 14:53:20 GMT -8
As the shock of the bullet casing discovery faded from her mind, a new shock took its place. "He was stroking my ass." This wouldn't be the first time someone had touched her ass. Her former boss in Chicago would sometimes slap her ass for fun. Remembering him angered her and she clenched her fist."So was the whole nice thing an act? Is Brad secretly just as bad and pervy as he was? " When Brad called out to her, she turned back toward him. Tamika glared daggers at him and contemplated decking the bastard.
"No. What good will that do? You still have to put up with him for the rest of this morning." With that decided, she sharply turned and called back, sounding angry, "No. He must be in his shack." Once she arrived at Brian's shack, she gave Atlas a quick glance. "I hope that meeting Brian at least goes well." Then she gently knocked on the door and called in a calmer voice, "Brian? It's Tamika."
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