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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 12, 2011 17:15:30 GMT -8
"It would appear that he's not just physically scared." Mina said taking the mirror away for a moment, setting it down and lowering herself so she was a only four inches from Pavi's face.
"Open your eyes Pavi" She comanded in a stern tone. Her bright green eyes boreing into him as if looking into his soul.
"So...tell me Paviechi why did your brother burn your face? Did you walk in on him like you did us?"She said it in a low almost threating whisper.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Jul 12, 2011 17:23:46 GMT -8
Pavi shuddered, shoulders shaking slightly as the mirror was pulled away. His shouting stopped, quieting down to a heavy breathing as he tried to will the memory away. It had happened years ago, but he remembered it so vividly that there were times when he'd go into shock, the scene playing out over and over again inside his mind. Those were always the times when he was alone...until now.
Looking up at Mina with cold, dead eyes, Paviche spit out another mouthful of blood before replying darkly, "I told-a him to fuck our sister, slut."
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 12, 2011 17:31:07 GMT -8
"Hmmm I see. " Mina said nodding slowly. She considered him for a moment. She felt a pang of guilt go through her then, knowing what it was like to have scars that made you re-live the horror of how you got them.
"We aren't so diffrent, you and I." She said quietly her hands going to her throat, feeling the scars underneath her scarf."Though out of curiosty why would he get angry at that...I wonder."
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Post by Pavi Largo on Jul 12, 2011 17:43:05 GMT -8
"Because he-a wanted to, and knows he-a can't," Pavi threw back, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. "That, and-a my brother is-a always angry. Can never take a joke. So he burned-a me."
Pavi glanced up at the woman at the mention of them being not so different from one another. His eyes flew to her wings, then her fangs, and the way that she kept rubbing her throat. Maybe she was right...were all these performers like this? All of them...scarred, as he was, in some way or another? If Pavi wasn't in so much pain, he might have been on the verge of an epiphany.
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 12, 2011 17:52:18 GMT -8
"Well in that aspect your brother is very much like our Mr. Hyde. So I suggest you hold your tongue around him, and speak to me respectfully." She gave a small smile. "He's not as kind of him. Had he had his way he'd be raping you to death as we speak....and he would be able to. He almost did so to a man who mistreated me."
He lip curled thinking of Griffin.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Jul 12, 2011 18:15:34 GMT -8
Pavi stared at the woman for a moment, then glanced back at Hyde cautiously. She was right; he probably could do some serious damage to the poor little Largo.
"Fine," Pavi said with a deadpan expression. "Now, if-a you're both through with-a me, can I go now? I have-a places to go. Luigi will-a be wondering where I am." Yeah. Wondering where his little punching bag was, that is. Amber would probably be out drowning herself in zydrate at this point, so Pavi couldn't count on his sister's concern for his well-being either.
Zydrate. He'd definitely need some when he got home, despite never having used it before outside of surgery. A new surgery or two were going to be in order as well...ah well. It had still been an...interesting experience, Pavi could say.
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 12, 2011 18:21:34 GMT -8
"Fine." Mina said standing up, she grabbed a hat and scarf and hat and tossed it at Pavi's feet. Her disgust by his dead woman face still evident as she stepped over it.
"Just remember Mr. Largo, you are very very lucky. Had you insulted me anymore I would've allowed Mr. Hyde to have you. And if you ever ever attempt to watch us without our permission again, it may happen again."
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Post by Pavi Largo on Jul 12, 2011 22:17:46 GMT -8
Pavi quickly grabbed the articles of clothing, attempting to hide his face as best as he could with the hat and scarf. He'd likely be mistaken for one of these circus performers without his mask, as hideous as the scars on his face were.
"You're-a just lucky that-a wasn't my sister's face..." Pavi muttered, secretly thankful that he had chosen not to wear Amber's face today. That one was his favorite, after all, and while he had liked this one, it could easily be replaced.
"Good-a bye," he said simply, nodding his head at the two as though nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred between them all. With a quick turn of his heel, he stepped towards the opening of the tent flap, intending to leave without further harm to his person.
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