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Post by Kian O'Connor on Sept 29, 2009 2:28:43 GMT -5
Kian’s smile became almost smug, when he felt Connor’s warm lips pressed to his temple. The warm fuzzy feeling seemed to tighten and coalesce into something hard that twisted in his gut with a certain amount of urgency. It took some serious concentration on a vision of his grandmother in a bathing suit in the middle of winter to keep his rebellious body from reacting visibly. He was fairly sure that the middle of a memorial was really poor timing for his pants to appear tented. Not to mention it had been a fairly innocent kiss, to get in that condition would appear severely desperate. “Okay if you don’t mind… then I can introduce you to my friends,” he said trying to keep his voice low and even. The Principal began to speak and the audience went silence without any reminders, showing the gravity of the occasion. As he and some of the other teachers spoke of the ones who had not survived, they showed their formal school pictures on the screen. Kian had not known any of the dead, but the soft weeping to be heard showed that these young victims had been important, had meant something in their small world. Each one had friends or family that were affected by their loss and would never be forgotten. Each one had touched someone in a positive way. Kian reflected, hoping that when he died, someone felt that way about him and he resolved to try harder to make that happen.
Ooc: wrap or tag to wrap?
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Post by Isaac on Sept 29, 2009 3:56:54 GMT -5
It's a wrap!
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