44 Blueberry Hill, Thursday Evening
Feb. 28th, 2008 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Phoebe was not hiding in the safety of the house at 44 Blueberry Hill.
Except that she totally was.
Although the relief of her students at seeing her unharmed and back in the classroom had calmed her nerves somewhat -- as did seeing Lana and Tori -- she still wasn't feeling well. She was still feeling tired and so much still hurt.
And she wasn't that comfortable with people seeing the bruises and therefore remembering everything that she had done and what lengths some people had to go to in order to set her mistake right.
So she was totally not hiding as she sat in the attic of the house.
Just because she was afraid to venture outside didn't mean that people couldn't come inside, though.
[[OOC: For the boys and anyone else who would want to come see the emo-hermit-guilt-ridden witch.]]
Except that she totally was.
Although the relief of her students at seeing her unharmed and back in the classroom had calmed her nerves somewhat -- as did seeing Lana and Tori -- she still wasn't feeling well. She was still feeling tired and so much still hurt.
And she wasn't that comfortable with people seeing the bruises and therefore remembering everything that she had done and what lengths some people had to go to in order to set her mistake right.
So she was totally not hiding as she sat in the attic of the house.
Just because she was afraid to venture outside didn't mean that people couldn't come inside, though.
[[OOC: For the boys and anyone else who would want to come see the emo-hermit-guilt-ridden witch.]]
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Date: 2008-03-01 11:34 pm (UTC)"You going to let her beat you like that?"
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Date: 2008-03-02 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-02 02:09 am (UTC)He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And she's gone now."
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Date: 2008-03-02 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-02 02:24 am (UTC)Phoebe's voice wasn't so much angry as freaked out.
She looked at Cole and then swallowed. "Dean. But you shouldn't hurt him for it. Phillipa took his brother and it was the only way to get her to be disoriented. As soon as he knew it was me again, he moved the gun and carefully let me go."
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Date: 2008-03-02 10:53 pm (UTC)"That kind of negates the purpose of me staying up here to protect you from me..."
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Date: 2008-03-02 11:18 pm (UTC)"Oh, love . . "
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Date: 2008-03-03 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 01:58 am (UTC)...the next, she was in his ams, face buried against his chest as she broke down in sobs.
[[OC: Gah! I didn't know this hadn't posted. Sorry.]]
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