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He watched her blankly; uninterested and unconcered. We all had it coming, one of these days; but beneath the frond as his sister had left, she had been found as well; and as sickly inhumane as it felt--now was her payback. A lewd smirk curled across his piebald face. He was all over intimidating, the sheer feriocity in his eyes and deep baritone voice of cultured tongue, fermeted over the years with an acidic and pessimistic view on his greyscale world. Everything was waiting to be scrutinized, critiqued, toyed with, laughed at. And as he watched her, nettles thick in her ewe-neck, which all hung off her spine, it reminded him vaguely of the last longing glance of a horse nearing 30, giving its last, silent farewell before retreating to the underbrush to make its final sleep.
But those were the good old days.
Ah, no matter. She was here...and alive. For now, anyway; and perhaps her insides were screaming as his often did, though his physique never spoke a word; perhaps she yearned to die now that the times got tough. And it dawned upon him, perhaps now would be the time to be the considerate, big brother, to care and watch over his sister which has so luckily stumbled back into the clutches of this barren civilization. He parted his lips in a chuckle; it sounded perfect. Antagonize her in to staying. When he finished, she would want nothing more than to live and give ol' Johnny boy the rich, blood satisfaction of payback.
Boy, was he a considerate guy.
"Wasn't a compliment, sis. You look like shit. Where'd the cat drag you in from?"
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more quotes from chicago? -- pINS and nEEDLES, 23:08:13 06/07/03 Sat [1]
His dark mirth at her barely au courant state sickened her. Her thin skeleton draped in lackluster chestnut shuddered involuntarily. Her sporadic tail flicked half-heartedly over her jutting hips, her rip cage flickering as she breathed. An ear cocked to listen to her brother, she was irked unpleasantly by his cull of words, and a poor choice at that.
"I've been... around."
What an unbelievable understatement.
She watched blankly as she could almost feel the wheels in his head turning, grinding away at thoughts and churning out unpalatable plans. Her weary mind didn't appreciate or look forward to this. The loathsome abhor for life that she retained was most obvious as she lowered her head, her neck almost felt tired from the strain of standing for so long.
Maybe she hadn't run here. Who knows.
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