Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:24:25 AM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 27, 2011 7:25:05 AM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 27, 2011 7:25:39 AM)
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Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:26:07 AM)
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Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:26:33 AM)
*the yard is empty, apart from the trailers, aprked up, the door to her home is open, no sound comming from the hose, as such, just sobbing, *

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:29:16 AM)
*It's fairly hot today, but very muggy. Several clouds moving through the sky slowly keep blotting out the sun for a few minutes at a time.*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:29:30 AM)
*inside her home its dark, sitting on the floor , sits kath, surrounded by pictures of her daughter. and sobs, in her hand is a tip of a blade, , she looks dazed, lost,, confused....her arms, weeping with blood, as she runs the blade over her skin, cutting, the skin, there seems to be no look of pain on her face...as her eyes are focused on her pictures..*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:31:38 AM)
8mutters* fucking dam angels, usesless..just like him...ohh yes what do you want? well thats easy..my fucking daughter..*the blade runs again over her skin,* you see when life is taken..you have have nothing....hell i cant even feel that im alive....i need you baby girl...just to hold you and see you...

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:31:57 AM)
*Drip drip drip the blood runs slowly from the shallow slices in her flesh and fall to the tiled floor, leaving a spattering of red spots, chaotic patterns.*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:34:07 AM)
*so..this fucking god, gimme back my daughter, and keep the dogs at bay. as they are just as usless.....* she picks a picture* i mean sweetheart if he was an angel..hell why can he do a so calloed mirical..eh? *she lightly kisses her daughters picture* i miss you, come home....*

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:35:49 AM)
*There is a flurry of motion next to her head as a bird flies past, a little sparrow that came in through the open door.*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:37:36 AM)
* she looks back to her arm, and just looks at the cuts, them shakes her head, cutting again..* why dont i feel alive. why dont i feel the pain..im numb...only you can bring me back life...empty. like a shell. * she shrugs looking at the bird* hey little bird* she holds up a picture of her daughter* you see this picture..she is a true angel. full of love...that bastard god took him away, so watch yah back..and yeah te so called fallen angels are false...tey cant do jack shit either there all full of hot air and wind...

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:38:02 AM)
{him = her]

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:39:04 AM)
*The bird zips back and forth around the room, looking for a way out, it's chirping a bit panicky.*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:40:11 AM)
*just looks back* yeah go on fuck off..* she leans back alittle, her eyes scanning the over her pictures. tears falling like a torrent river*

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:41:39 AM)
*The bird flights at the closed window and SMACK, thump. It lays dazed in her sink.*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:42:31 AM)
* just looks over at the bird, and shrugs, then gets up and picks up the dazed bird* well you want to join her then?

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:43:11 AM)
*Chirps a bit weakly and starts to move a bit again*

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:44:30 AM)
* she rings its neck, then tosses it in the garbage bin, walking back to her pictures* well sweet heart maybe you will have a birdy with you now...but i will be with you soon i need to fix a few things first.....i love you baby girl

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:45:41 AM)
*The birds unmoving body lay among the trash, it's head facing the wrong way, covered in Kathryns blood*

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:45:53 AM)
((And... I guess thats the scene for now.))

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:46:19 AM)
((Sorry it wasn't longer or more interesting... hope you liked it a little at least))

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:47:13 AM)
* she picks p the pictures lowly, and places them on the side of her shrine, then walks to the sink, and lets water run over the many cuts on her arm,reaching for a bandage, and wrapps its up, heading out to the yard, wipping her face, *

Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:48:36 AM)
*walks over tpo her tractive unit, and looking up at it...her eyes casting over the yard, thinking on what she has to do

Mercutio (Jul 27, 2011 7:49:50 AM)
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Kathryn Franklin (Jul 27, 2011 7:49:57 AM)
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