Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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Lizbeth pulled on her other boot and tied it then started running, then her phone went off. She answered it slowly. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lizbeth, it's me."
"Oh, hey dad." she tried not to sound out of breath.
"So, Liz, honey," she cringed at the word honey, "are you standing me up or something?" she tried to colect her breath.
"No, dad of corse not, just running late, I'll tell you about it when I get there, I'm a few minuets away. Bye." she hung up before he could say anything. She panted tired from all of the running. As she slipped away to her thoughts for a moment, she ran into something. She knew it was human that was it, she fell when she ran into it. "Oww." she groaned. She looked at her hands which were all scrapped and some blood surfaced. "S-sorry." she got up, dusted off her pants and jogged in the denral area the place was where she was meeting her dad. -
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Oliver ignored the girl who had ran into her, the same girl from the park. He didn't grumble anything, not even a complaint. He kept walking, his empty pale eyes unemotional.
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Lizbeth sighed and started to walk so she could breath normally when she met up with her dad.
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Oliver's mind creeped to when Vanessa had wanted to get him a dog. She had, in particular, wanted him to get a german shepard lab mix. A tear or two slipped, remembering her smile when he suggested that to him. -
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Lizbeth walked into the restaurant and sat across from her dad. -
Oliver ignored the concerned pedestrian's all around him. He felt sickly, and unhealthy. That's how he appeared to the public, as well. He was, to the public, a depressed, bony ghost man who has seen better days.
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Lizbeth sat board halfheartedly talking to her dad, they ordered food and kept talking. She was surprised her fake smile and small talk worked.
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Oliver found his apartment and fumbled his keys. He groaned and picked them up, finally opening the door after a few tries. He pushed it open.
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Lizbeth and her father fell into a deadly silence and just looked at her, she felt her smile fade and her stare turned to daggers.
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Oliver sighed at his apartment. He stood in front of his easel, knowing that it would help him to draw out his feelings. He tried to find a muse, a string of creativety, but all hope was lost.
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Lizbeth kept her dagger stair aimed at him but she gave up and pulled our her phone and started to play Candy Crush.
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Oliver sighed, wondering how he would keep this apartment if he was painting. He sighed, sitting on his couch, staring at the turned off television. He refused to turn it on, for it would be plasters with news of the latest suicide.
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Lizbeth cleared the level she was on, then the next and the next and the next. She got really board with the game soon after.
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