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undead-kennedy:

"Experience comes with time."

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"Yes, but you do not have to be an old man or 100+ year old supernatural creature to have experience."

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undead-kennedy:

"Everyone becomes a philosopher when given enough time."

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"With time or experience. Can you tell me which has shaped your philosophical views?"

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baelfire-doyle:

She was so soft, he hated not remembering her. She had to be someone he’d simply felt— peaceful around. Something’ about her, even with the guards close to her, something he couldn’t put his finger on. “I don’t but I was told about it. I jumped off a skyscraper— I tried to kill myself. I survived, but paid for it… Can I know you name, please?” he asked gently.

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Hmm, suicide. A familiar topic for Roslyn, one that would bring up painful emotions if the years hadn’t numbed her so. Now she remained stoic through it all, the slavery, the multiple attempts on her life; it was all greeted with a blank face. “Death is not the only way out of here”, she spoke quietly but with purpose. “My name is Roslyn.”

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marie-archer:

A flower strikingly fitting to its beholder. Hello Roslyn.

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"Always so kind Ms.Archer. Have you been fairing well?"

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murderousfrey:

"I have to agree."

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"Seems as if you’re the first."

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undead-kennedy:

"That’s because human memory is short."

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"Oh, it is not your unknowing that I speak of, simply talking about the general public and their mild ignorance."

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baelfire-doyle:

"We know each other?" he asked surprised that he would know the King’ slave. Why would she speak to him? "I’m sorry I was into an accident and I lost more than half a year of my life. I know who you are, but I don’t remember you—"

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Still with an even face Roslyn watched Baelfire, noting the confusion flashing across his features when she spoke. There was a slight pang of something when he said he did not remember her, maybe it was the fact a possible acquaintance was now lost; either way, she didn’t dwell on it long. “Do you recall the accident? Can you tell me what happened?”

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undead-kennedy:

From one of the most overused plays as well…

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"They play the words of fictional characters upon their lips, hoping it will make sense of their daily lives. Overused and somehow the surface has only be scratched."

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ramsay-heatherly:

"Only if you are not thinking of how the rose feels…"

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"Fittingly enough, caring was one of the first things to do. Do you sir, think of how the rose feels?"

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