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Post by Madame Giry on May 2, 2006 17:00:44 GMT -5
"Really? Who?" Roslin asked, intreged.
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Post by Daniella on May 2, 2006 17:35:34 GMT -5
"My father." She answered simply, a second of silence followed as her words sunk in farther than they had when she had found out. "I haven't seen him yet, but..." she faltered, "i'm alittle scared to be honest."
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Post by Madame Giry on May 2, 2006 19:28:12 GMT -5
Roslin was silent. What was the secret about her father that she would be scared... "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you," was the best thing she could think of to say.
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Post by Daniella on May 4, 2006 13:36:27 GMT -5
Daniella smiled meekly, "yeah maybe." The fact was she wasn't SCARED scared, it was just the thought of seeing someone after 9 something years. Someone she had convinced herself was dead. And all of the worries, what would he think of her? would he be proud or disappointed? I guess a better word would be nervous, yet ecstatic and leery at the same time. With a bit of a sighing groan she lifted herself up and walked towards the door. "I'd better get to bed, have practice tomorrow." As she said the P word she raised her eye brows in a sort of mock. "You com'n?" she asked as she reached the door frame where Rose was standing and made a motion with her head in the direction of their dorm.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 4, 2006 20:06:59 GMT -5
"Yup," Rose said, she was quite tired as well. "Shall we walk back together?" She invited with a warm smile.
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Post by Daniella on May 4, 2006 20:50:49 GMT -5
Daniella paused as if to think hard. "Well, seeing as how we are going in the same direction...i suppose we could." She smiled back and waited ony a second more for Rose to walk with her.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 5, 2006 7:09:21 GMT -5
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