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Annie Sawyer- Mitchell ([info]ghostwiththetea) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2014-11-06 21:16:00

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Entry tags:!closed, !plot, ~john mitchell (oe)

Who: Annie and Mitchell
Where: HH
What: Fog emo
When: Backdated to Annie’s Text
Rating: TBD
Open: To HH residents
Status: Ongoing

Annie rent-a-ghosted home, Owen’s teasing voice chasing her even as she zipped through the ether. She called to Mitchell as she rematerialised at home, tears running down her cheeks as Owen’s words ate at her. Not just what she’d told Mitchell, but actual words he’d used to her before her death, that she was worthless, that she needed him, that she was trying to pick up other men, but no one would look at her. That thong... “Mitchell...Please...”



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[info]hamrammr
2014-11-10 07:00 pm UTC (link)
Okay, what had this fucking shit hole done now? There was always something, just when he was accepting his fate again, baam, the island came along and ruined everything. This was worse than the fucking train. Mitchell attacked the cupboard with a death glare while he waited.

The glare was soon enough dropped as Annie's voice turned his emotional state upside down. Anger was replaced by worry. "Hey, hey..." he mumbled. He wrapped his arms around her body. "You are here now. Nothing can get to you."

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[info]ghostwiththetea
2014-11-10 07:05 pm UTC (link)
Annie leaned into him, crying softly. "I know it's not true, I know it isn't, but...God it hurts." She said softly. "Bloody voices, bloody Owen, bloody...me."

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