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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 22, 2007 22:39:33 GMT
Tamika started to come to as she was placed on a bed, she could smell a familiar scent of Lynx Africa. "Brad?" She whispered, curling into a ball. "Yeah, I'm here sweetheart." She heard Will walking about near the bed and asked groggily, "Will, can we play Twister?"
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 22, 2007 22:43:37 GMT
Will walked round Tamika's bed impatiently. "Will, can we play Twister?" Tamika asked groggily. "No we can't, now shush!" Will tried once more and gave up,"I'll be back in a minute, Brad remember what I said," she mouthed 'don't tell who I'm trying to get up her!' She walked to the office and shut the door behind her and tried phoning the hotel from there.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 22, 2007 22:53:30 GMT
Tamika bent her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, she knew what was coming, she wasn't stupid. It was a bit blates Will wanted her to talk to her aunt. "What'd you drink, hon?" Brad asked softly. Tamika said nothing. "Mika, why are you doing this to yourself?" Again no reply. "Talk dammit!" Tamika still stayed silent. If she didn't speak, she wouldn't find out things. She wouldn't have to talk to her aunt-mum-whatever. Perfect.
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 22, 2007 22:59:56 GMT
Will was looking through the blinds in the office that looked out into the wing. Brad was asking her questions but she wasn't answereing. "Yes, hello?" Hi, I was wondering if I could possibly speak to a Mis Belokov, please?" "Who should I say is calling?" "Will, Will Wright," "Ok, hold on," Will stood at the other end of the line and waited until a familiar voice came through. "Will?" Joselie's voice asked. "Joselie? It's great to hear you again. I know you where supposed to meet us down there today but there's been and incident, so would you mind coming up here instead?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 27, 2007 17:11:17 GMT
"En encedint? Is Temeka ok? Will, vhat heppened?"Joselie asked, panic in her voice. "Just... Come up here, please?" "Ok, I vill be up en twenty menutes." Tamika looked up at Will as she came back into the room, then her eyes fell back down to the spot she had been staring at on the wall. She heard Brad and Will talking, but took nothing in. About twenty minutes later she heard the clicking of heels along the corridor, eventually turning into the wing. "Temeka!" A voice cried out. Her voice. The liar's voice. Joselie came over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her, stroking Tamika's hair until her hand was swatted away. Joselie looked up at Will. "Will, vhat heppened?"
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 28, 2007 19:19:32 GMT
Will stared at Joselie, who was panic stricken. "Well, for lack of anything to say and to cut straight to the point, she drank and then tried to kill herself all because she's too scared and stubborn to meet her mother." Will stressed the last word for Tamika, but kept her eyes fixed on the woman before her. "Just talk to her, Brad and I will be in the office if you," she said pointedly at Joselie," need us,"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 29, 2007 22:50:16 GMT
There was a silence for about five minutes. Neither spoke, neither moved, both were scared to breath. Joselie kept opening her mouth to say something, then closing it. Eventually, she did speak. "Temeka, vhy? Vhy did you try to kell yourself?" Tamika looked up at her, giving one of those 'yeah, as if you really care' smirks. "Grow up and tell me! We need to hilp you!" Tamika swung her legs round and got up off the bed, "I didn't try to kill myself. I smashed my fist on a glass in frustration. So just but out and go back to Russia you stupid old bat, yeah?" "This isn't like you... Vhat hes heppened to you?" "Finding out the truth after fifteen years. Excse me.." Tamika pushed past Joselie and walked out of the wing, past classrooms, past the office, and out the doors. From there she began running, nowhere particular, just running to get away. She ran across the grass at the front of the school before she tripped, rolling down a small area of grass. "Can't hardly stand it, it's troublin' me. Can't hardly stand it..." She sang quietly.
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