Dorm Two/Siblings from a Decade Ago

AmySam
## Meeting (Again) (25/08/17)

The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He tapped into the dorm, his black stick, a band wrapped around his wrist, hitting the walls and furniture.

me, myself, and I

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:03, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

Amy was moving her belongings into the bedroom. Apparently, at the current moment there were only two people living in Dorm Two--her and someone called Samuel. Naturally, the dorm was empty, so Amy took her time in arranging the shelves.

me, myself, and I

The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He paused, holding onto one of the edges of a bench, focussing on his hearing and in a matter of moments, he knew someone else was in the room. "Hello?" he called out. They told him he was the room directly on the right but the right of what?

me, myself, and I

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:13, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

Amy froze when she heard a voice, then realised it was probably her dormmate. "Hello?" She also called out.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I'm sorry to bother you," he called out, moving towards the voice, "I'm just not sure where my room is."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:41, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

"What do you mean?" Amy called out, exiting the room to meet Samuel. Once she noticed the walking stick, she understood. "Oh. S-Sorry. The room is this way," she said, gesturing to the right, then realising that was yet another mistake she made. *Good job, Bellamy.* "I-I-I mean, it's in the same direction as where I'm standing."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He adjusted the small, circular, glasses, and tilted his head, tapping his way towards her, "over here?"

me, myself, and I

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:47, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

Amy nodded. *You idiot,* she chided herself. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, right here. The door's about four feet in front of you."

me, myself, and I

The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He began to take steps, "one...two...three-" he broke off as he hit a wall. "Four. I think my feet are bigger than yours," he informed her, "though...I'm not really sure about that."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:55, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

"My bad," Amy mumbled. "The door is slightly to the right. It's open."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"No, no, my fault, barely felt, thick skull," he said, tapping at his temple, leaning to the right and finally entering the room, "oh look at this, it's look very cosy. You've done a nice job decorating."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 11:55, August 25, 2017 (UTC)

"Thanks." Amy entered after Samuel. "Oh, right! My name's Amy--uh, Bellamy. But Amy works."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He paused, the name hitting a slight nerve, "Bellamy? It's a nice name," he said, rather hesitantly.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 03:20, August 26, 2017 (UTC)

Amy could've sworn she heard some hesitation in his voice... no, it couldn't be. Besides, Samuel was a very common name, and her brother was a) Samuel Noire, b) blond and c) not blind. "Thanks, uh... Samuel, right?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Sam," he corrected her instantly, "Sam Munro."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 03:26, August 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Ah. Nice meeting you, Sam." Amy walked on over to her side of the room. "Have you always gone to SPA?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I have for a few years," he conceded, "it's not as special as everyone makes it out to be. Have you?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 05:35, August 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Joined this year, actually." She sat down on her bed.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I figured," he said, shoving forward, trying to find a bed, finding it, fumbling to sit down, "why this school?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 05:40, August 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Beats me." Amy sighed. "I wasn't the one who picked SPA."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Most think it would be a blessing, they provide more classes than IIYM."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 05:48, August 26, 2017 (UTC)

"I don't mind SPA," said Amy, "I was just clarifying I hadn't picked it--the orphanage people just sent me here." She blinked, realising what she said about herself was like a simple, everyday fact. "The point is that I didn't pick SPA myself, but I like it so far," she quickly added so Sam wouldn't question it.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He was silent for a moment, "orphanage?" He asked, "I was in there once upon a time," he mused, looking the wall, "it's not fun-but at least you're out of it? SPA is a very good alternative."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 11:04, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

"You're an orphan too?" The similarities between him and Amy's brother kept growing. Maybe there was a chance Sam really was... no, that couldn't have been possible.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Lost my parents in an unfortunate accident," he explained, "I barely remember them."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 14:40, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

"Ah." Amy looked down. "In my case, I just. Ran away from home."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He turned his head to look in the direction of her voice, knowing people found it weird if the other person wasn't looking at them whilst talking, "I see," he said eventually.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 08:05, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah." Amy cleared her throat and proceeded to change the topic. "What do you like doing in your free time?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Oh, I like to people watch," he answered with a slanted smirk in her general direction.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 03:27, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

Amy stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Someone's quite the joker."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He grinned in response, "of course," he said, "my dream job is a clown."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 05:21, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

"So everyone can make fun of you?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He looked a bit baffled by this comment, "no! Who makes fun of clowns!"

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## Timeskip

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:36, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

In spite of it being the middle of the night, Amy kept tossing and turning in her bed--loudly, at that.

me, myself, and I

The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Bad night?" He asked, wearily, the noise waking him up but he didn't move. "Or just can't sleep."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:08, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

"Sam?" Amy called out. "Uh. Sorry to wake you up at this time of night. Guess you could say both," she added as an answer to his question.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"No it's okay," he said, "I'm a light sleeper anyway, I usually wake up constantly anyway...can I ask you something?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:13, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

"Shoot."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Are there lights on?" He asked, "artificial, natural, just...any light? Or are you in the dark? I...what's the dark like? All I see is a musty white."

me, myself, and I

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:18, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

She raised an eyebrow. "It's completely dark..."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Oh," he said, "oh, I see. I don't remember the dark, not really. I don't really remember colour either."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:25, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

"Then what do you remember?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I remember my family," he said, "I know what they look like. Well, I think I do, I have weird images and I assume they're my family. I remember my foster parents crystal clear."

me, myself, and I

The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 11:49, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Amy stayed silent, letting him continue.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I remember a TV show. I use to watch it all the time as a kid, some show called the Wiggles. I don't know if you've heard of it. It's from Earth."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 09:07, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

"Really? I used to watch it with my brother all the time..." The similarities between Sam and Amy's brother kept growing, but Amy didn't think too much of it.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"No kidding?" Sam asked with an airy laugh, "I use to watch it with my sister as well."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 00:58, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Amy bit her lip. Maybe she should ask her question discreetly. "You know," she started, "you remind me of my brother a *lot*."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Was he a handsome devil like me?" He asked.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:29, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Amy laughed. "Well, I don't think prepubescent boys would be handsome. I last saw him when he was eight years old..."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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His mouth snapped shut and he was silent for a few minutes. "Is that so...?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 11:17, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah," said Amy. "We got split up at the orphanage. I... haven't seen him since." Why did Samuel react like that? Was he really...?

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"What'd you say your name was again?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 09:15, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

"Bellamy." She bit her lip. "Coincidentally, my brother's name was Samuel as well."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He sprang up from bed, his hands meshing in with the sheets, to grab onto, "is that so?" He choked out. "Wouldn't be Bellamy Noire, would you?"

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 09:42, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

"...That's my name," said Amy, still careful and forcing her to be skeptical even though she prayed she was right about Sam. "Your biological parents wouldn't happen to be called Maryse and Chase, would they?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I...I thought you were in Earth," he muttered. "I didn't even think of looking for you..."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 09:56, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

"I had no idea what happened to you after you were taken in," said Bellamy in a small voice on the verge of cracking. Her lip quivered.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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*Shit.* He took a deep breath, "oh, what a coincidence," he stuttered out.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 15:13, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

"It's not a coincidence."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Sure it is," he said, "who on Earth placed us in the same dorm? Same room and everything."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 12:28, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

"I don't know," admitted Amy. "It seems too convenient to be a coincidence." She took a deep breath. "It--I'm not hallucinating or something, am I? This really *is* you?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I hope it's me," he said, "I...I don't think you're hallucinating. Perhaps I'll wake up in a second, and it's all a dream. It's possible...it's possible."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 12:40, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

She bit her lip. "It's possible," she said. "But I really, *really* hope it isn't."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"You could pinch yourself? I've been told that wakes you up...if it's a dream."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 13:09, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay. I'll actually try that." Amy pinched herself. "Well... are you still my brother?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I think so," he said slowly. "Still not waking up."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:10, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

She put her head in her hands. "God, it's really you."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I...guess it is," he said, "how come you didn't recognise me? Surely I haven't changed *that* much."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:47, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

When Amy sat up straight once more, her hands were tear-stained along with her face. She sniffed. "In my defence, it's been ten years and you dyed your hair."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He grinned, "okay, true," he said, "in my defence, I'm blind. Really, I stump you in that area. I think I have the same facial structure at least."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 11:27, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

"That, I can see." She sighed. "Then... how come you're blind? It's not like *they* did anything."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Oh, no, it wasn't them," he said, coughing, "it was...was a mistake. Wax off a candle. Poured onto me."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 13:02, September 21, 2017 (UTC)

She flinched hearing that. "Did your... foster parents...?"

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Something like that," he said, "I broke one of their glasses cause I wasn't looking where I was going."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 02:19, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

"I can't believe they'd just..." She let out a sigh. "I kept running away from foster homes, good and bad, just because of fear of facing something like that. That's why I haven't been in a foster home in years..."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"It's alright," he said, "I was adopted by a nice family here. Munro's. Obviously."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 02:51, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

"And I still have *their* last name..." She sighed. "Well, I'm happy for you, though. And glad to have found you again."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I'm sorry you had to be alone..." he said, "I didn't want to be seperated from you. I tried..."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 10:01, September 24, 2017 (UTC)

"It's--It's okay. I tried to find you as well... and I finally did, after ten years," she added jokingly.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I know this sounds weird...and I tend to not do it...just...I want to know, have an idea, of what you look like..."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 12:57, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

"Hmm," said Amy. "Well... my hair is much shorter than it used to be, I'm usually wearing a white jacket--not right now, obviously--my eyes are, uh, still hazel? And, I guess, a little sunken in."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He shifted, leaning closer to the edge of the bed, "no, no I mean," he said, "I mean, can I touch you. With my hands. I...it helps me get an idea."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 03:47, November 11, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah. That's... that's fine."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I don't really like to do it," he confessed, "seems bit of a blind cliche, but...it does help."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 04:05, November 11, 2017 (UTC)

"I know, I know."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I...uh...I can't see," he said, "I don't know where you are."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 04:47, November 11, 2017 (UTC)

Amy blinked. "Ah--oh, right." She moved towards Sam. "Right in front of you now."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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Hesitantly he reached out, finding Amy's shoulders, before his hands found their way to her face and was silent as he did it. "Boney," he noted.

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 07:24, November 11, 2017 (UTC)

"I've noticed."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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He hesitated before drawing back. "Thanks," he said, "you've definitely aged since I last saw you."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 02:37, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

She sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. "It's... It's really been almost a decade, hasn't it?" She said after a moment.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"A decade," he echoed, "isn't it strange? I...it feels shorter."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 04:20, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Maybe it feels shorter because we wanted everything to go by quickly," Amy commented, trying not to think about her time in the Enchantress' lair.

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"Maybe," he conceded, "but time always seems to be quick when you look back."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 04:58, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

"That too," said Amy. Her eyelids felt heavy again. "I'm still wondering if this is just one weird fever dream or not..."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"I think I have a bruise from pinching myself too much...maybe we should sleep," he breathed out, "wake up and one of us don't remember..."

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The Journalist
Bellamy Noire
Posted on 04:05, December 16, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, that's a better idea..." Amy collapsed into her own bed. "Night."

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The.Blind.Musician
The Blind Folly
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"...night," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut.

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