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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-10-02 07:22 am
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Room 418, Friday Afternoon

Cara had decided to give the picnic a miss. She didn't like crowds and mingling at the best of times, and given she didn't have anyone coming to visit her, going to this particular one was a slap in the face she could avoid

Besides she had much, much better things to be doing with her time. One of which was in the room with her.

[For ze boy and then...]
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[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Before or after she tries agieling us?"

[identity profile] follows-no-one.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Kahlan laughed. "I'm sorry Zedd isn't along. He'd be daring enough to knock again."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"If Zedd were here, I don't think Cara'd be the one throwing that boy out."

[identity profile] follows-no-one.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does that mean you'll be giving the speeches tonight?"

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Since when does Cara listen to my speeches?"

[identity profile] follows-no-one.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"We haven't seen her for some time," Kahlan pointed out. "There's always the chance she's changed."

She paused a moment. "No, you're right."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-10-02 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
As if on cue, that would be when door opened, Cara having moved to stand in front of Clark. Because clearly that would hide him from view.

"Richard, Kahlan."
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[identity profile] follows-no-one.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cara," Kahlan nodded, her smile still bright as she looked at how Cara's slight body certainly didn't block the very tall boy behind her. "Introduce us to your friend."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-10-02 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There was never a convenient rift to the Underworld opening under your feet when you needed one to.

"This is Clark." She did not add 'Clark is leaving now' no matter how much she wanted to right then.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark figured her friends were used to Cara's shortness. "Nice to meet you both," he said, farmboy charm set on high. "Cara...well, I'd be lying if I said she'd told me anything about you."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard was not terribly shocked considering who they were talking about. "Well, I'm Richard, in case you were wondering."

Dork.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't think you looked like Kahlan," Clark said, laughing a little at his own joke before remembering that Cara probably still wanted to get rid of him. "Anyway, I should head out and let you guys get settled. I'd love to meet up later on..."

[identity profile] follows-no-one.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"We would love the chance to meet up for a chat with you, Clark," Kahlan said, jumping on the chance before Cara could say no. "Any friend of Cara's is a friend to us."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2010-10-03 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly," Richard agreed, cheerfully ignoring the daggers Cara was currently glaring at the pair them. "We'll catch you around."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-10-03 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll see you later," Cara didn't quite mutter, before moving to the side so Clark could leave.

She was pretty sure she hated everything, right now.
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