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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 24, 2012 19:06:44 GMT -5
John smiled trying to comfort him."I'm not saying she needs help Flint....... I'm saying we should check to make sure she's okay."He tried to avoid the words hurt, or injured around the young boy. To avoid making him more worried for Simmer."Or you could always sit here not knowing. I always thought if you wanted to make sure that someone was okay you go check on them, just to surprise them......... I'm sure Miss Simmer would be surprised to see us there."
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Post by Kaotic on Mar 24, 2012 19:51:43 GMT -5
Flint made a scoffing noise and turned his back on John. "Simmer needs exercise!" He said, more to convince himself than anything else. "Those evil murderers provide a challenge." You could tell by the way he spoke that he was repeating something he'd been told over and over. "Miss Simmer cant learn anything new or get any stronger without it..." he mumbled, thoroughly resigned to her danger.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 24, 2012 22:40:06 GMT -5
John could see the fire in the little boys eyes. He couldn't help but smile."Can't help but notice that you sound like your reading from a book Flint...... Does Simmer always say this when she comes back, and whats this about murderers?"He questioned Flint further."What if Simmer doesn't come..."John stopped himself short.'Don't say that he's just a kid you don't want to frighten him.'He shook his head from his thoughts.
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Post by Kaotic on Mar 24, 2012 23:51:06 GMT -5
Flint cought on to the direction of Johns thought and froze. He was immediately seized with terror and trimmors started to rock his body. The small three year old was quaking in fear as he whipped around to face John once more. "You don think she'd die?!" He demanded through his fright. "But mis Simmer's the best!" He looked at john with huge expecting eyes.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 31, 2012 2:13:01 GMT -5
"What? No! No I dont think that."John tried his best to calm the boy."And Im positive miss Simmer can take care of herself, I just thought it would make you feel better if you went to go visit her. You looked really upset."He patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.'I don't know what it is that makes want to protect these two, maybe it's fatherly intution, or maybe it's because their just kids in a rebel camp. But either way I cant shake this feeling of duty to make sure their safe.'John thought to himself as he looked to Flint to calm him down."If you don't want to go see her we don't."
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Post by Kaotic on Mar 31, 2012 14:37:36 GMT -5
Flint sniffed. "Miss simmer would yell at me if i went." He sounded miserable as he grabbed the side of John's shirt and clung to it. "She goes to the big lava lake..." He sniffled and whiped his eyes. "She'd be really mad if I went and got hurt by those two grownups." He yahned and coughed a little as his eyes looked heavey. it was past noon already and Sarai had neglected to put him down for a much needed nap.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 31, 2012 16:52:11 GMT -5
John smiled down at him."How about you sleep on it."He picked him up and walked back to Sarai."Hey the little one is tired."He bent down and whispered to her."He's really upset........ I could get some kid books for him if you like. I think that would calm him down to enough to sleep."
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Post by Kaotic on Mar 31, 2012 23:27:42 GMT -5
Sarai took the sleepy flint into her arms and giggled. ''He's only three." She smiled. "Reading's a little..." She giggled again. "He'll be fine with some fire tricks with a small story." She made some small sparks sputter overhead as she walked away. Flint couldn't play with them and they were nowhere near as pretty, big, or skilled as Simmers, but he liked to watch the lights flicker as Sarai spoke quietly of the old war.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Apr 1, 2012 2:30:42 GMT -5
John crossed his arms and smiled as he watched Sarai take Flint away. He grimaced as he thought back to his family.'Maybe I shoud write to Hisao...... see if he likes it in the human territories.'John thought to himself as he began to roam the camp once again. He watched as a platoon walked in through the front of the camp. Heavily wounded, most having to carry their comrades on their shoulders. He guessed maybe 75% didn't make it back"Damn..... Almost makes me wish that I was out there instead."He whispered to himself making sure that nobody could hear. John helped with the men that needed to get to the medical tents.
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