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          ❝  AYE.  AYE  ,  TINY  BABY.  ❞  he  calls  out  from  where  he’s  laying  on  the  couch  --  one  arm  hanging  off  ,  legs  resting  atop  the  arm  of  the  couch.  his  other  arm  rests  across  his  face  ,  but  he  knows  his  daughter’s  footsteps  when  he  hears  ‘em.  he’s  just  too  lazy  to  move  and  greet  her.  ❝  c’mere  ,  i  love  y’very  much  ,  c’mere.  ❞

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          ❝  OKAY  ,  ❞  he  pulls  a  chair  up  to  the  bed  ,  chart  in  hand.  elbows  rest  on  the  arms  of  his  chair  as  he  leans  back  ,  head  tilted.  and  he  studies  her  --  as  if  he’ll  get  answers  just  by  looking  at  her.  ❝  i’m  not  asking  for  the  whole  story  ,  kid.  i’m  asking  you  to  tell  me  what  happened  that  landed  you  HERE.  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me  what  you  don’t  want  to  ,  but  you  gotta  give  me  something.  ❞

          the release party of the band’s new album was in full swing at the venue : a classy and rather upscale wedding / event hall that was soon to be filled to the brim with drugs , booze , scantily clad or entirely nude women dancing around .  it was more extravagant than their normal after parties following shows , more glitz and glamour too it and highly publicized now .  peaches hadn’t had a good feeling the entire time , but he’d touch on that later .  he made his way through the rooms offering smiles and laughs , grateful thank yous at the praise thrown at him from every direction on the killer new stuff , and searched for the one person he had arrived with and planned on leaving with .  upon seeing her small form chatting amongst a small group of people he headed her way and bent down to set his chin on her shoulder .  “ when you get a minute , can you come out back with me ? i need some air . ”  he didn’t offer any further explanation before he was out of the building and in the back garden , sat on the grass and lighting a cigarette .

               ❛  huh,  this  place  is  usually  abandoned.  ❜  her head tilts, brows furrow briefly as a look of concern washes over her face.  ❛  you’re  not  like,  sacrificing  people  or  some  weird  crap  are  you?  ❜  //  @bettertm: sc.

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     “Oh, come on.” She stops halfway down the staircase to the basement of black mold and daddy long-legs. With the Ouija board tucked under her arm, she turns to her companion with a half smile. “It’s just a game.”