Well...
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Thread Topic: Well...
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She stood up, staring at him for a moment. "I could ask you the same thing, I guess."
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"Your the one who climbed through my window...I have a door, you realize?"He said, shock obvious in his voice.
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She glanced around, spotting blood on the floor. She pointed at it. "What's that?"
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"Blood."He said simply, then turned toward the bookshelf, replacing the book.
He turned around, and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "So, again, who are you?" -
She ignored his question. "Why is there blood on the floor?"
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He paused for a second, about to speak, then clenched his fists and went back to searching through the bookshelf.
"You...ask alot of questions." -
"That's my job." She took a step toward him, looking at the books on the shelf.
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He stood in front of the book shelf, arms outstreached "Get..off my property.."
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She knew this was probably the wrong way to find out any information about him. "You're suspected of multiple murders." She pulled her wallet from her pocket and got out a card. "Officer Zoey Thompson. I'm required to be here until I decide if you're guilty or not."
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At that his eyes flashed, and he darted away from the bookshelf, heading toward the door.
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She stepped back, blocking the door.
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He glared, he looked tense. "You need...to leave, I can't save you if you don't."
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"Save me?" She smirked just a little bit.
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He narrowed his eyes, and snorted "Why do I even bother."
He walked back toward the bookshelf, and sighed "Ask away, Zoey." -
She felt a little disappointed that he was giving up so easily. But isn't that what I wanted him to do...? "Okay. Supposedly, you're incredibly intelligent. Why don't you seem to be doing anything with that intelligence?" she stopped, glancing at the blood, "Well, that is, unless you're becoming a self-taught surgeon."
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