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[poisonedarrows]

She's aliveHAH I WAS RIGHT, but she doesn't remember anything. I'd really think she was an alternate, except Orrin says it's really her. Just...no memory. And I think back in time. I don't know. But she doesn't remember me or Orrin or...anything. Which I guess is a good thing for some things Red incubi. I just wish she could remember what

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[thingsexplode]

Stop gloating. I know you were right.

Yeah, seconded on the memory thing.

[pretty_feather]

She stares at the phone, and at the card in her hand. Sucking her lip nervously, she glances at the CD case on her bed. Proof that he was real, or not?

She slowly reaches for the cordless she'd brought in from her mother's room and stops, letting her hand drop back in her lap. "Dessa... you're being retarded. Either he'll answer and it'll be real, or someone else'll answer and you can just say 'oops! wrong number!' and it'll all be good. Or hell, nobody will answer at all and you'll know it was all bullshit abd that you need mental help," she argues with herself.

She glares at the phone once more before saying, "Oh, fuck it. I'm not scared of a fucking telephone," and dialing before she can change her mind.

[poisonedarrows]

Roy was just getting in some target practice when his phone rings. Leaving his target pinned to the wall by her arm, screaming for mercy, he snapped it open.

"Yah?"

[pretty_feather]

Dessa says nervously, "Um. Hi. Uh, I don't know if you remember me, but this is Des.... what is that sound? Is someone dying or something?" The question is not asked seriously, more of a way to cover her nervousness.

"This is Roy, right? I have the right number?" And yep, she's sucking her lip again.

[poisonedarrows]

"Oh yeah, hi Dessa." His face lights up. "Yeah, this is the right number. What's up?"