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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 21, 2010 19:06:04 GMT -5
" It is nice to be normal even though others don't think you .....Wait you don't think you're normal?" Banshee asked as she walked alongside Doll looking at her still with curiousity. She wanted to know her definition of normal. Was it being glossed over or getting a slam each night? No Banshee knew that was never the answer and as they headed towards the area she wondered still.
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Post by Ammunition Doll on Oct 21, 2010 19:20:49 GMT -5
"I'm not normal. I know it." Ammo trudged along. "I'm mentally ill and have a hormone imbalance. You call that normal?" She smirked ruefully from inside her mask. They were getting closer to the cliffs. The trek started to climb uphill from this point on.
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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 21, 2010 19:29:27 GMT -5
" What do you mean by that?" Banshee asked as she looked at Doll as she felt her eyes narrow just a bit in thought. " My parents say that I am not thier daughter anymore. That they don't know what's happened to me." She said as she tried to continue the conversation as they walked still. " They said I have a mental illness cause well..." Banshee didn't continue what she was saying as she thought it was better that she didn't.
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Post by Ammunition Doll on Oct 21, 2010 19:36:32 GMT -5
"Then we're both sick." Ammo was now concerned. "Why didn't you take your medication? Did they try to take you in? They took me in. And they almost fixed me, but there's not enough duct tape in the world to make me shiny." She helped Banshee up the hill. When they found a large, vacant cave, she nodded towards it.
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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 21, 2010 19:43:09 GMT -5
" I am not sick..." Banshee remarked as she was helped. " They tried to take me in but I got away." She smirked suddenly as she remembered how she had gotten away and then looked back at Doll and frowned. " Why would you say I am sick?" She asked now worried more so than before.
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