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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 6, 2013 21:22:27 GMT -6
Quinn traveled up to the roof and started mumbling to himself.
"Well, I gotta stay here now." He sits on the ledge and views the city. A couple moments pass and he starts to get bored. Quinn pulls out his notebook and begins to doodle in it. A smile comes across his face as he distracts himself from the real matter at hand.
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 6, 2013 21:24:06 GMT -6
Dolan strolls out onto the roof and sits down accross from Quinn and pulls out his on note pad and begins to write something on it.
"How are you Quinn?" dolan asks without looking up from his pad.
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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 6, 2013 22:25:26 GMT -6
Quinn looks up and gives a small smile, then returns to his doodles.
"I do pretty well as long as I don't think about it...let's just hope it all doesn't hit me at once in the arena." He lets out a short laugh.
"But, enough about me. How are you doing, Dolan?"
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 6, 2013 22:36:29 GMT -6
Dolan shrugged as he continued to write onto his note pad
"Surprisingly calm, I mean don't get me wrong, tomorrow will suck and I'll probably get killed, but I'm coming to terms with this little arrangement."
Dolan writes a bit more then peers over his own note pad to look at Quinns.
"Drawin' anything cool?"
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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 6, 2013 23:26:23 GMT -6
Quinn gives a nervous laugh and pulls his notebook towards him. Then his features soften and he tears off a page and slides it towards Dolan.
It's just a robot. It doesn't look too happy. Though, the line work is not too bad. Quinn shyly laughs.
"He doesn't have arms. Here's a better one." He quickly goes to sketching again and hands Dolan another paper. It's a robot with arms and he seems pretty happy. He's even posing.
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 7, 2013 0:16:22 GMT -6
Dolan can't help but laugh. Quinn had such an innocent air about him that Dolan felt comfortable in his presence. Hard to think of Quinn as the highest scoring tribute.
"They're awesome, I wish I could draw. I just write stuff." Dolan said looking at his own pad.
Dolan stops and then it seems that he is laughing but then he lifts his face and it's wet with tears, his face contorted in a grimace.
"I wish this wasn't happening." He said in between sobs.
"We could have been such good friends." Dolan cried some more, leaning his head onto his knees and sobbing into them.
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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 7, 2013 0:47:34 GMT -6
Quinn laughed along with Dolan. But, then, something terrible happened. Dolan started to cry. Quinn looked down. He was visibly fighting something as well that he had not shown yet these games. He took a deep breath and scribbled a bit more. He lowered his voice, but there were still some cracks in it.
"It'll be okay...I don't think this'll be the end just yet." He paused and then ripped another page off for Dolan.
"Maybe we can fly away together." Sure, Quinn was emotional right now, but it was very apparent that he spent little time drawing people. But, the paper had a picture of a labeled Dolan and Quinn flying away together with jet packs. Quinn put on a saddened smile.
"You should hold onto that one for awhile." He wiped his eye, pat Dolan on the shoulder, and headed for the door.
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 7, 2013 6:37:35 GMT -6
Dolan looked at the picture and smiled through his tears.
"Quinn!" Dolan called after the boy from 3 as he headed for the door. "I'm gonna take this with me as my token into the arena. It'll give me some comfort when we're in there." Dolan grinned even though tears were running down his face, and gave Quinn a wink.
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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 7, 2013 10:05:33 GMT -6
A wide smile grew on Quinn's face and he can't help but give Dolan a big hug.
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