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*Jonathon 'Jon' Blake
*Dr Hilroy
*[http://sims.wikia.com/wiki/Ophelia_Nigmos Ophelia Nigmos]
*Who knows, maybe some other RELATED *hint* sims will show up...perhaps someone close to Ophelia? The endless twists in this story have yet to come.. :)
==Chapter IX - Awake==
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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">In the dim light, I make out stone arches stretching dozens of feet over my head. Candlelight flickers in a single corner, where I see a young woman’s back turned to me. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">She turns around, grinning at me over her shoulder. Long blond hair cascades down her back, contrasting against her dark skin. She holds a matchbook. Her hands are shaking, but her voice is steady and calm.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">“Embry. I thought I might see you.” </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">“Ophelia.” I say, staring into her green eyes. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">“BRY!” </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">I snap awake. My head spins and thoughts and sights and sounds can’t connect in my mind for a few moments. Adrienne is hysterical. I hear her voice, sobbing in my ear. Bright red, like flames, spatters over my vision, and my confusion blasts through my head, like a numb headache. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">“Dri…” I mumble, blinking over and over, trying to see, but something is stinging my eyes and I squeeze them shut, trying to expel the dryness. My arms aches, my shoulder being pulled at. My body is being drug across the
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial Narrow","sans-serif"">I taste smoke. </span></p>
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