Diana Cross
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Post by Diana Cross on Mar 4, 2013 21:18:16 GMT -8
Diana stirred as the sun peaked through the small attic windows. She never slept this late. Ever. She sat up, back tight, and face stiff, she wiped at her cheeks. She stood and tried to push the image of Justin's corpse from her mind. No. That didn't happen. Nothing happened. He's downstairs... like he has been for the last three weeks. Just a terrible dream.... so why wasn't she going down the steps to prove this to herself? She swallowed hard, her throat was dry and rough. She had cried herself to sleep. It was true he was gone. Someone else walked into her life, and someone checked out. Wasn't that the way things had always gone?
She ran shaky fingers through her hair, and composed herself. Justin was going to get her killed, it was best he was gone, she lied to herself. Daryl... he said he was going to bury him this morning... that was the last thing she remembered... she was holding his body and Daryl was saying something to her... She figured it was a mercy everything went black for her. She made her way to the exit and calmly walked down the lowering steps.
Voices.... Justin her heart raced, and she made her way to where they were, of course it was a dream. Justin wasn't dead. She entered the entry room where she saw Daryl, and a boy... a blonde boy... "Justin," she called out, about to rip into him over something- she didn't know quite yet what but she would when she saw him, she would think of something, anything. Hell she might even give the kid a hug, then slap him for the stupidity he had demonstrated in her dream. But the blonde boy was not Justin, she took a step back and halted her forward motion towards the two men. It punched the air out of her. A stranger, not Justin. She looked to Daryl, thousands questions racing through her mind, she search for the answers, instead of asking them. It had always been what she was better at. She wasn't liking the tone of this, she wasn't liking that Justin was gone...
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Post by seth on Mar 4, 2013 22:08:25 GMT -8
Daryl startled at the sound of someone nearly crashing down the screen door and turned to see Diana standing there on the porch. For the briefest of moments she had a look of joy on her face, as though she was elated to see someone she hadn't seen in ages.
"Justin," she spoke the name and he knew a world of pain was getting ready to crash down upon her.
"Diana!" he spoke her name. "This is Shawn," he introduced the blonde kid. "Shawn, this is my very good friend, Diana," when he said her name it was filled with respect and gentle care. "How did you sleep, Darlin'?" he spoke the term of endearment. In a very short time he had come to care deeply for this lady. Not exactly in a lovers sense, he didn't think, but more like a sister, a dear companion, a trusted friend. But in the back of his mind he knew that if she let him he would make her his own.
He didn't want to mention Justin for the moment but it seemed they were destined to have a young male companion with them if they wanted it or not. "Shawn brought some Circus Peanuts. You want one?" he held the clear bag out to her, a gentle smile on his face.
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Post by shawn on Mar 4, 2013 22:35:06 GMT -8
Shawn's eyes widened at the sound of someone rushing out onto the porch and looking at him. He wasn't sure if this dark lady was going to hug him or attack him. But when his blue-green eyes met her dark brown eyes she looked both afraid and disappointed.
He was unsure of what to do as she stood there in shock looking at him, no more like looking through him, that he decided to give her a friendly smile.
"Hello!" he greeted, his voice soft and lilting, the subtlest hint of his Irish heritage wafting through. His Grandparents on his father's side were from County Cork Ireland and, on occasion, the heritage came through as though the past would flash forward and a glimpse of who your ancestors were would poke through for a moment.
"My name is Shawn. Shawn O'Brien. It's nice to meet you," he nodded. "Diana, is it?" he asked, hoping he got it right. "I hope that we can be friends."
Was he overstepping the friendliness? He hoped not but he had been taught to be mannerly with others. This was something that would have helped him with his Olympic dreams. The world loved a man well-bred and well taught. His chances were good of going far. At least they used to before the world changed.
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Diana Cross
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caution before courtesy.
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Post by Diana Cross on Mar 11, 2013 19:52:14 GMT -8
She watched him cautiously, her eyes searched his face. Now that she got a better look he didn’t resemble their lost friend that much. She could have sworn it was him a minute ago though. She watched Daryl as he did the introductions, she nodded at Shawn as he spoke, she watched him, he was too young to have to go through this. She hoped he would be wiser than the last and not run off into the corn fields blindly on the loose hope that things were going to work out. Nothing would ever be safe. Nothing could ever be back to normal Lesson learned.
”Shawn,” a slight nod of acknowledgement, ”It seems sleeping in has left me out of all the action, how’d you stumble upon us?” She didn’t feel like eating, she felt sick. However, Diana had an image to uphold, and that relied on her being okay about how everything had played out, how everything was still playing out. She extended her hand to Daryl and slipped a few of the marshmallowy candies in her mouth, she seated herself on the arm of one of the white cloth covered couches. She caught Daryl’s eyes. Reading how the situation was playing out for him.
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Post by seth on Mar 12, 2013 1:36:27 GMT -8
"Statesboro?!" Daryl questioned, practically swallowing a candy peanut whole. 'You went to Statesboro?" he looked back at Diana with hopeful eyes and back to the kid. "I got a sister that goes there. What's it like? I mean, did it get run over? Her name is Claire. Claire Dixon. You ever heard of her?" he asked with excitement.
It had been his hope to make it to Statesboro, get to the college, find his sister and find somewhere safe for both of them. Even though he knew Claire was strong-willed and tough, she was family. The only sister him and Meryl had.
"She was living on campus at some dorm called ...., what was it called?" he asked himself out loud. "What was that friggin' named of the --- Oh yeah," he snapped his fingers remembering. "It was called Knollcrest Resident Hall," his eyes were wide with excitement. "That's it! Knollcrest." he was proud of himself for remembering. "How did Knollcrest do? They still alive? They make it?" he asked, ready to hear a positive message, knowing in his heart of hearts Claire was there waiting for him to come get her.
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Post by seth on Mar 12, 2013 2:13:27 GMT -8
Daryl listened quietly as he leaned against the front porch and sat down on the edge, the plastic bag of circus peanut candy dangled from his hand, the taste suddenly turning bitter in his mouth.
Looking down at the dirt for a moment he kept trying to justify everything in his head. His purpose in life had been to rescue his kid sister from death and destruction. Now, it seemed he was on a fool's mission. If ever in his life he had ever contemplated suicide it was at that moment, as his grasp on reality seemed to waiver. Looking back at Diana, he was a man without a purpose, a reason to live, and it told on his face.
Setting the bag of candy on the porch he went around to the back of the house to where he had just buried Justin. Standing there looking down at the grave he realized that Justine was the lucky one. He was out of this pain filled world and was in eternal peace.
"You're the only smart one, Justin," he spoke very softly as he stood there. If there was ever a man devoid of hope it was Daryl at that moment.
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