The Hell RP (Friendship/Romance) *Open and Accepting*

[CrossRhodes]

Hello, I'm hoping to start an RP for literate writers. I haven't been on gaia in a couple of years, so it's time to recreate what I started on my old account and, hopefully, make it better than I did the first time.


INTRODUCTION


Hello, and welcome to Hell. Not the acutal Hell, but the underground city that lies below London. The year is 2451, and the surface of the Earth has been overpopulated so the world population has spread underground, to the moon, and to mars.
We have also learned another thing: We are not alone. No, I am not talking about aliens. The world has vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, fairies, and all the other creatures claimed to be real in the storybooks. Apparently the authors weren't quite as nuts as we thought...
So welcome to the underground world where all light is electronic, where cars and motorcycles fly, where all races have to live under the same earthy sky, where gangs and soldiers are always at each other's throats... Welcome to Hell, England.



RULES

1. Please, no chat speak. If you're going to write, please write well. As in book format.
2. Send all Character Blueprints to me through PM, please.
3. If you're going to kill someone, at least get their permission first.
4. POST. If you do not tell me you have a conflict and don't post for more than 2 weeks you'll be removed from the RP.
5. NO GODMODDING.
6. You bump, you DIE. Stick to the story.
7. Once it hits R, take it to PMs.


LOCATIONS AND SUBTEXTS

There are subtexts that you can go into, since not everyone is the same age, profession, etc. Some of the subtexts (or locations around Hell), are as follows:

Hell Highschool (ages 12-17)
University of Hell (ages 18-however long you choose)
Saint Gabrielle's Hospital
Buckingham Park (like central park)
Hell's Mall (pretty much the only place to shop)
St. Lucifer's (it's a bar)
Victoria's Station (soldier/militant residence)
Lovette Avenue (main gang residence)

There are also other things you'd expect in a city like churches, mechanics, other places to live than the ones listed above, and diner places for different races that don't want to see other races (i.e. Howling Den for Werewolves, Bloody Rose for Vampire/bounty/etc Hunters, The Lust for vampires, Lou's Cavern for demons, Zion Ave. for angels, etc.) So the city's somewhat like a Sim's RP, more free-for-all than anything.


CHARACTER BLUEPRINT

Name(first/mid/last):

Username:

Age:

Race:

Orientation:

Occupation:

Original home (are you from Hell? The Surface? Mars?):

Apperance:

Bio:






So yea... have at it. Make friends, make enemies, have dates, have drinks, bust up a few flying cars, and have fun in England's lower district. Save the Queen!

[CrossRhodes]

CHARACTERS



Name(first/mid/last): Tabatha Rhodes Noelani

Username: CrossRhodes

Age: 19

Race: Sylph

Orientation: Bisexual (Straight, but with exceptions)

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Original home: Muscovy, Russia (the surface)

Appearance:


Wavy to curly black hair, extremely pale, steel gray eyes, quite thin, and quite short (5”3)



Bio:
Tabatha hates her name, so usually goes by her middle name: Rhodes, or Rhodie. Rhodes is a sophmore student at the University of Hell, just trying to scrape by. After her parents left her in the care of her uncle for the hope of her having a better life, Rhodes has finally gotten away and is living in a dorm house outside of the school. Bounty hunting (usually meaning hunting a creature that has lost its sanity) is her first profession, but she also takes up a quieter profession as a waitress at the Rose & Crown (a nonracial diner across the street from St. Lucifer's). Also plays the bass guitar and sings, does dance and martial arts, and loves to write and draw. She plans on going into international security, but first plans to spend a couple years in the military. Her school life is dominated by the equivalent of supernatural AFROTC. She wants to be a pilothe secretly bears a hurt that, even though she is a sylph, she has not yet “awakened” and gained the ability to control the wind or fly. Aloof, solitary, sarcastic, and quite studious, this somewhat hotheaded sylph works just to pay the rent, get the grades she needs, not get fired, and not get killed.



Name(first/mid/last): Airgeadaithe (no more known)

Username: Airgeadaithe

Age: 18, acts older

Race: Appears Human, origins unknown

Orientation: Prefers the Male Gender

Occupation: Rogue

Original home (are you from Hell? The Surface? Mars?): The Surface

Appearance:

bio: Airgeadaithe used to be a normal child, flitting from foster home to foster home of all breeds. She had a brash childhood, therefore self-disciplining herself in bits and pieces of martial arts such as Capeoria to help control her mind and body. She always had a affinity for extra prescient sensory perceptions, such as tarrot cards, precognitions, or manipulation (good with chemical electricity, Electricity her strongest element). When turning 18 gaining freedom from the system, she also gained freedom from the bonds of her mind. Newly awakened, Arie is trying to learn the ropes, and the limits and extents of her abilities. Orphaned and solitary, she's looking for comrades and direction.
weapons and fighting style: Can work slight elemental magic (water weakest, not earth), mostly activated by singing/humming. Doesn't normally use weapons other than her body, but has a few blades stored away just in case in the folds of her clothing. Prefers to use Physicality: most dependable compared to weapons, or magic (still training in both... TEACH ME).



Name(first/mid/last): Raven Lee Salem

Username: Green Alien Blood

Age: 19

Race: Vampire

Orientation: Caucasion

Occupation: None at the moment

Original home (are you from Hell? The Surface? Mars?): Hell

Apperance: Black Hair, green eyes, wear nothing but a black tanktop and hoodie with black skinny jeans and army boots

Bio:
No real history, she just showed up one day



Name(first/mid/last): Tian Shi Lang

Username: Silver_A_Flame

Age: 18

Race: Werewolf

Orientation: Prefers women

Occupation: Martial Artist (specializes in Zui Quan)

Original home (are you from Hell? The Surface? Mars?): Underground China

Apperance: Slightly long gelled silver-black hair with deep silver irises, 5' 11'', extremely toned body, and tanned skin color. Wears sports tape and bandaging around his forearms,feet,shins, and knuckles, black kungfu style shoes, black silk kungfu pants, with no shirt. Wearing a Silver dragon pendant on his neck



Werewolf:

Bio:
Tian Shi Lang

Where he was born is unknown, found on the doorstep naked and abandoned as an infant on the Shoalin Temple of Northern China. He was trained primarily in Northern Shaolin KungFu and iron body techniques, but as he resided in the temple he was known as an exceptionally gifted student which never stopped him from being determined and hard headed as goes his personality. Unknown to the monks until the night of the first full moon of his stay, Tian had transformed into a horrifying white wolf beast, from which derives his name(Tian Shi Lang, or White Angel Wolf) and reaked travisty upon the shaolin temple as he grew older and stronger. The monks realized it was none of his fault but their own, thinking Tian was not a burden but a sign sent from Buddha, and not until he was the age of eighteen could they not hold him back any longer. Unknowing of the travisties he caused as a werewolf, Tian is very kind hearted and gentle, following the path of the passive martial artist in which he refused to kill, unless he does so unknowingly. Throughout his young life he's traveled across not only China but Japan with different masters learning many other forms of martial arts including Muay Thai, Juijitsu, and Karate to further his knowledge and strength, not completely mastering them all yet, but still slowly learning each one of them quickly and efficiently. Amongst much of his training he's prefered one particular style which he enjoyed most out of all others, a type of KungFu know as Zui Quan or drunken fist. He speaks mainly Chinese and english, but received his training through interpretors which were monk masters of his temple. At the age of eighteen Tian had become too dangerous to keep within the walls of Shaolin so his masters set him off on his own journey, completely heart broken, and what felt abandoned by his family, he fell into drinking as the Earth soon plummeted into darkness and despair and China became , underground China as the cataclysm had produced devistating results on the surface. Tian, in fear, returned to his masters to find the temple had been destroyed, and the remaining monks hidden away. So now, in the name of his masters, Tian decided it was time to further his training and life, and to stop wallowing in darkness as he set forth to gain more knowledge of his talents and gather an education. In which he had decided to start new and travel to find an appropriate schooling facility for his kind and mind.



Name: Danielle Cerulean Ward

Username: Lil_Joker13

Age: 19

Race: Forrest Elf

Orientation: Striaght

Occupation: Professional artist/waitress in local bar

Original home: Quenec, Canada (Surface world)

Apperance: http://www.smh.com.au/text/ffximage/2009/05/13/gemma_ward_narrowweb__300x450.jpg

Bio: Danny is about 5'2''. She is short, very petite, and passive. She hates violence, and even when it is directed at her, she does not respond to it. She would be one to run away if attacked or approached by a dangerous figure, but out of kindness and sbeing slightly too trusting at times, will stay to talk. She loves to make new friends, and is hard to get down in the dumps. She isn't fond of being called more than Danny among friends, and paints only her dreams and what she "sees" for her artwork. She has a soft voice, as delicate and playful as butterflies, smooth, and never anytihing more or less than gentle, like her soul. Though Danny is one to attract trouble most of the time, because she keeps to herself unless spoken to, it has gotten her into trouble in various situations.

[CrossRhodes]

The rush of air pressed against her body, the wind screaming in her ears. A spiral, a tap of speed, more accelleration. Her shirt flapped wildly in the high winds as she soared higher, staring up. But, instead of stars, she was trapped under an earthy sky. She allowed herself to fall back to earth, dropping the fifty feet to the ground before catching herself with the balancing mechanism.

It wasn’t real flight. She dismounted her solar surfer—a sort of flying snowboard—and hopped on the ground. She ran her fingers through her very tangled, wind tossed waves, gazing longingly at the sky. But, like her flight, the earthen sky was artificial. It had been years since she had looked up and seen stars, or even the moon.

“Я скучаю по тебе, мой дом.” Rhodes whispered wistfully to the sky. “I miss you, my home.”

The artificial, earthen sky gave no response.

Rhodes sighed. She carried her surfer underneath her arm, making sure the reactor in the back was turned to “safety” before carrying it to the small little house she was now living in. This was her new home; after finally escaping the first year dorms of the university, she had graduated to this sad little dorm house. She was the first to arrive—there was still a week left of summer vacation, after all—so she didn’t know who her five or so fellow housemates were.

They would arrive eventually. Rhodes returned her surfer to the small shed that served as a garage behind the house before pulling her jacket off a porch chair. She thought she might spend a couple hours on campus. Her uncle off on business, no one at the house yet, and no classes to attend, it might be the best way to kill time anyway.

[Airgead]

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[Airgead]

CrossRhodes

The rush of air pressed against her body, the wind screaming in her ears. A spiral, a tap of speed, more accelleration. Her shirt flapped wildly in the high winds as she soared higher, staring up. But, instead of stars, she was trapped under an earthy sky. She allowed herself to fall back to earth, dropping the fifty feet to the ground before catching herself with the balancing mechanism.

It wasn’t real flight. She dismounted her solar surfer—a sort of flying snowboard—and hopped on the ground. She ran her fingers through her very tangled, wind tossed waves, gazing longingly at the sky. But, like her flight, the earthen sky was artificial. It had been years since she had looked up and seen stars, or even the moon.

“Я скучаю по тебе, мой дом.” Rhodes whispered wistfully to the sky. “I miss you, my home.”

The artificial, earthen sky gave no response.

Rhodes sighed. She carried her surfer underneath her arm, making sure the reactor in the back was turned to “safety” before carrying it to the small little house she was now living in. This was her new home; after finally escaping the first year dorms of the university, she had graduated to this sad little dorm house. She was the first to arrive—there was still a week left of summer vacation, after all—so she didn’t know who her five or so fellow housemates were.

They would arrive eventually. Rhodes returned her surfer to the small shed that served as a garage behind the house before pulling her jacket off a porch chair. She thought she might spend a couple hours on campus. Her uncle off on business, no one at the house yet, and no classes to attend, it might be the best way to kill time anyway.

Arie stumbled her way under the false stars, no longer being able to navigate. These were different constallations: Synthetic compasses. Hanging onto a tree for support her leather bag hung, the fringe flitting in the false drafts. Her bare toes wriggled in the dirt, trying to connect to some deeper source of heat.
Her usual clothes in the bag, she only wore a man's collared dress shirt, and a tied black sashcloth around her hips, with a leather cord tieing around and underneath. She had fastened the makeshift outfit together quickly as she had run away from the bloodied body she had left behind, yet another man in the long line of people who had assumed she was weak, jumping at her from the shadows. She maybe was vulnerable, but she could still defend herself. She had sung the stains out using a river stream, but now sought sanctuary. Her exaustion brought her to her knees, her hands sliding against the bark of the tree, more blood and scratches welling upon the skin. Her eyes fluttered, she fell asleep in an abysmal hug, her body curved in a fetal position. "help me" she begged the silent tree, as she drifted out of conciousness.

[green alien blood]

Raven looked around in the ink black night, she casually licked what was left of the blood off of her fangs and walked down the dimly lit road. She whistled a made up tune to herself. Hmmm I haven't seen anyone for a while, I wonder where everyone is... Raven silently thought to herself.

[CrossRhodes]

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

The rush of air pressed against her body, the wind screaming in her ears. A spiral, a tap of speed, more accelleration. Her shirt flapped wildly in the high winds as she soared higher, staring up. But, instead of stars, she was trapped under an earthy sky. She allowed herself to fall back to earth, dropping the fifty feet to the ground before catching herself with the balancing mechanism.

It wasn’t real flight. She dismounted her solar surfer—a sort of flying snowboard—and hopped on the ground. She ran her fingers through her very tangled, wind tossed waves, gazing longingly at the sky. But, like her flight, the earthen sky was artificial. It had been years since she had looked up and seen stars, or even the moon.

“Я скучаю по тебе, мой дом.” Rhodes whispered wistfully to the sky. “I miss you, my home.”

The artificial, earthen sky gave no response.

Rhodes sighed. She carried her surfer underneath her arm, making sure the reactor in the back was turned to “safety” before carrying it to the small little house she was now living in. This was her new home; after finally escaping the first year dorms of the university, she had graduated to this sad little dorm house. She was the first to arrive—there was still a week left of summer vacation, after all—so she didn’t know who her five or so fellow housemates were.

They would arrive eventually. Rhodes returned her surfer to the small shed that served as a garage behind the house before pulling her jacket off a porch chair. She thought she might spend a couple hours on campus. Her uncle off on business, no one at the house yet, and no classes to attend, it might be the best way to kill time anyway.

Arie stumbled her way under the false stars, no longer being able to navigate. These were different constallations: Synthetic compasses. Hanging onto a tree for support her leather bag hung, the fringe flitting in the false drafts. Her bare toes wriggled in the dirt, trying to connect to some deeper source of heat.
Her usual clothes in the bag, she only wore a man's collared dress shirt, and a tied black sashcloth around her hips, with a leather cord tieing around and underneath. She had fastened the makeshift outfit together quickly as she had run away from the bloodied body she had left behind, yet another man in the long line of people who had assumed she was weak, jumping at her from the shadows. She maybe was vulnerable, but she could still defend herself. She had sung the stains out using a river stream, but now sought sanctuary. Her exaustion brought her to her knees, her hands sliding against the bark of the tree, more blood and scratches welling upon the skin. Her eyes fluttered, she fell asleep in an abysmal hug, her body curved in a fetal position. "help me" she begged the silent tree, as she drifted out of conciousness.

She decided a shortcut would be best. She wasn’t really in the mood to deal with all the venders trying to pull her into their kiosks or the loud music—some town festival was underway, but she didn’t really know what for—so she stayed behind the buildings, walking with her hands deep in her pockets as she glanced around at the various walkways and patches of forest. A slight breeze played at the branches of the trees, rustling them into a soft whisper, like conspirators plotting in the dead of night. The high lamps of the sky which created the artificial daytime blazed above like a hundred distant suns, casting shadows around the city. Something always felt ominous about Hell. Rhodes always blamed that feeling on how fake the city was, rather than the abundance of soldiers and gangs racing around the streets as you’re trying to do your daily shopping.

The trees continued to whisper to each other as she walked, their green leaves consorting with the breeze. Rhodes kicked a pebble and sent it skittering into a nearby gutter. She walked along the pavement, avoiding the overgrown grass that was generally hidden from the populous behind their favorite stores. She muttered something to herself in Russian; even she didn’t know exactly what, perhaps some elusive phrase from her elementary school days that had decided to revisit her slowly fading vocabulary. Remembering her past was like watching from a boat as the shore got farther away; each memory became smaller, less significant, less distinct. But some things cast a bright hue against the horizon: A day in a bar with a boy she couldn’t remember the name of, her uncle lighting a cigarette while reading a book, watching her mother and father fly with her glorious wings into the sky with the other Sylphs, leaving her grounded behind them. Little snapshots of a Russia she could barely remember. All she truly remembered, in all vividness was the night sky: Clear, a mix of cobalt blue and a deep violet, the vividly spectacular northern lights dancing with the stars and casting their rich pastels across a silvery moon. Sylphs would fill that sky, singing songs of home and of praise in flowing Russian harmonics, sometimes slipping into a more mystical, ancient tongue she had never learned. She watched them from the ground, aching to join them in their secrets.

But she never had flown, not on her own. Only her solar surfer allowed her to pretend she had been a success; that she had, as she had always expected to, grown into a pair of wings and taken flight as an emissary of the winds themselves. But instead she was a failure, who now lived apart from her surface dwelling family, isolated in contact with the only other non-flying member of her family, her uncle Beldante.

She worked hard to hide her loneliness and how angry she was with herself, but at moments like this the shame reared its ugly head, entering her thoughts and peace of mind. College with non-sylphs had helped sooth the pain for a while, but it hadn’t numbed her completely. Her job, hunting other supernaturals who had gone homicidal and insane, was probably what actually helped her keep her own sanity. She often wondered—

Something stirred in the trees. Rhodes spun, planting her feet and lowering into a crouch, ready for an attack. But the movement was just a toss of a head, a tiny whimper. Curious, Rhodes warily stepped closer, rising slightly, barely daring to breathe. Was it a supernatural? Was it dangerous? Was it injured? Was it—
A girl, shaky and ragged looking, curled into a ball in nothing but a man’s button up. Her tangled hair draped over her sleeping face, but the cuts and bruises on her legs were evidence enough of abuse. Rhodes stared at the figure before risking a breath and bending down to touch her.

The girl was a bigger person than her, but with Rhodes’ willowy form that wasn’t saying much. She was underfed though, her spine arching like a sick cat’s underneath her clothing. She was nearly comatose with fatigue. Rhodes hooked one arm under her stomach and hoisted her up. This gained her no response, however. Rhodes played through a series of scenarios in her head, trying to choose the best response to her find. The soldiers that were supposed to “guard” the city were a complete failure, so that was easily dismissed as a resolution. Take her to the hospital?

The figure in her arm groaned and Rhodes jumped back, forced to drop her charge. Her arm tingled violently with the remnants of a sharp jolt that had raced up her arm. She was an elemental, no doubt. No hospital then.

Hesitantly Rhodes moved foreword, once again grasping the girl’s middle. Given she was bigger than her, moving her was difficult. But she tried anyway, and eventually was able to get her sprawled awkwardly across her back.

This girl was an elemental. Rhodes was an elemental. Rhodes muttered something else in Russian as she started to carry the limp girl back home.

[Airgead]

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

The rush of air pressed against her body, the wind screaming in her ears. A spiral, a tap of speed, more accelleration. Her shirt flapped wildly in the high winds as she soared higher, staring up. But, instead of stars, she was trapped under an earthy sky. She allowed herself to fall back to earth, dropping the fifty feet to the ground before catching herself with the balancing mechanism.

It wasn’t real flight. She dismounted her solar surfer—a sort of flying snowboard—and hopped on the ground. She ran her fingers through her very tangled, wind tossed waves, gazing longingly at the sky. But, like her flight, the earthen sky was artificial. It had been years since she had looked up and seen stars, or even the moon.

“Я скучаю по тебе, мой дом.” Rhodes whispered wistfully to the sky. “I miss you, my home.”

The artificial, earthen sky gave no response.

Rhodes sighed. She carried her surfer underneath her arm, making sure the reactor in the back was turned to “safety” before carrying it to the small little house she was now living in. This was her new home; after finally escaping the first year dorms of the university, she had graduated to this sad little dorm house. She was the first to arrive—there was still a week left of summer vacation, after all—so she didn’t know who her five or so fellow housemates were.

They would arrive eventually. Rhodes returned her surfer to the small shed that served as a garage behind the house before pulling her jacket off a porch chair. She thought she might spend a couple hours on campus. Her uncle off on business, no one at the house yet, and no classes to attend, it might be the best way to kill time anyway.

Arie stumbled her way under the false stars, no longer being able to navigate. These were different constallations: Synthetic compasses. Hanging onto a tree for support her leather bag hung, the fringe flitting in the false drafts. Her bare toes wriggled in the dirt, trying to connect to some deeper source of heat.
Her usual clothes in the bag, she only wore a man's collared dress shirt, and a tied black sashcloth around her hips, with a leather cord tieing around and underneath. She had fastened the makeshift outfit together quickly as she had run away from the bloodied body she had left behind, yet another man in the long line of people who had assumed she was weak, jumping at her from the shadows. She maybe was vulnerable, but she could still defend herself. She had sung the stains out using a river stream, but now sought sanctuary. Her exaustion brought her to her knees, her hands sliding against the bark of the tree, more blood and scratches welling upon the skin. Her eyes fluttered, she fell asleep in an abysmal hug, her body curved in a fetal position. "help me" she begged the silent tree, as she drifted out of conciousness.

She decided a shortcut would be best. She wasn’t really in the mood to deal with all the venders trying to pull her into their kiosks or the loud music—some town festival was underway, but she didn’t really know what for—so she stayed behind the buildings, walking with her hands deep in her pockets as she glanced around at the various walkways and patches of forest. A slight breeze played at the branches of the trees, rustling them into a soft whisper, like conspirators plotting in the dead of night. The high lamps of the sky which created the artificial daytime blazed above like a hundred distant suns, casting shadows around the city. Something always felt ominous about Hell. Rhodes always blamed that feeling on how fake the city was, rather than the abundance of soldiers and gangs racing around the streets as you’re trying to do your daily shopping.

The trees continued to whisper to each other as she walked, their green leaves consorting with the breeze. Rhodes kicked a pebble and sent it skittering into a nearby gutter. She walked along the pavement, avoiding the overgrown grass that was generally hidden from the populous behind their favorite stores. She muttered something to herself in Russian; even she didn’t know exactly what, perhaps some elusive phrase from her elementary school days that had decided to revisit her slowly fading vocabulary. Remembering her past was like watching from a boat as the shore got farther away; each memory became smaller, less significant, less distinct. But some things cast a bright hue against the horizon: A day in a bar with a boy she couldn’t remember the name of, her uncle lighting a cigarette while reading a book, watching her mother and father fly with her glorious wings into the sky with the other Sylphs, leaving her grounded behind them. Little snapshots of a Russia she could barely remember. All she truly remembered, in all vividness was the night sky: Clear, a mix of cobalt blue and a deep violet, the vividly spectacular northern lights dancing with the stars and casting their rich pastels across a silvery moon. Sylphs would fill that sky, singing songs of home and of praise in flowing Russian harmonics, sometimes slipping into a more mystical, ancient tongue she had never learned. She watched them from the ground, aching to join them in their secrets.

But she never had flown, not on her own. Only her solar surfer allowed her to pretend she had been a success; that she had, as she had always expected to, grown into a pair of wings and taken flight as an emissary of the winds themselves. But instead she was a failure, who now lived apart from her surface dwelling family, isolated in contact with the only other non-flying member of her family, her uncle Beldante.

She worked hard to hide her loneliness and how angry she was with herself, but at moments like this the shame reared its ugly head, entering her thoughts and peace of mind. College with non-sylphs had helped sooth the pain for a while, but it hadn’t numbed her completely. Her job, hunting other supernaturals who had gone homicidal and insane, was probably what actually helped her keep her own sanity. She often wondered—

Something stirred in the trees. Rhodes spun, planting her feet and lowering into a crouch, ready for an attack. But the movement was just a toss of a head, a tiny whimper. Curious, Rhodes warily stepped closer, rising slightly, barely daring to breathe. Was it a supernatural? Was it dangerous? Was it injured? Was it—
A girl, shaky and ragged looking, curled into a ball in nothing but a man’s button up. Her tangled hair draped over her sleeping face, but the cuts and bruises on her legs were evidence enough of abuse. Rhodes stared at the figure before risking a breath and bending down to touch her.

The girl was a bigger person than her, but with Rhodes’ willowy form that wasn’t saying much. She was underfed though, her spine arching like a sick cat’s underneath her clothing. She was nearly comatose with fatigue. Rhodes hooked one arm under her stomach and hoisted her up. This gained her no response, however. Rhodes played through a series of scenarios in her head, trying to choose the best response to her find. The soldiers that were supposed to “guard” the city were a complete failure, so that was easily dismissed as a resolution. Take her to the hospital?

The figure in her arm groaned and Rhodes jumped back, forced to drop her charge. Her arm tingled violently with the remnants of a sharp jolt that had raced up her arm. She was an elemental, no doubt. No hospital then.

Hesitantly Rhodes moved foreword, once again grasping the girl’s middle. Given she was bigger than her, moving her was difficult. But she tried anyway, and eventually was able to get her sprawled awkwardly across her back.

This girl was an elemental. Rhodes was an elemental. Rhodes muttered something else in Russian as she started to carry the limp girl back home.

Arie shuttered in and out of conciousness. She could feel the weight of her bag against her shoulder, swinging back and forth. The motion was disorienting. She couldn't tell if she was dizzy, or moving. She tried to move her mouth, but nothing was happening, and her eyes refused to open. the past days flashed by her eyes, and she whimpered in fear and exaustion. She figured she was floating away, her prayers of release had finally been answered. she was just so tired.

[CrossRhodes]

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

[Airgead]

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

[CrossRhodes]

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

A sudden scream fragmented Rhodes' thoughts as she closed the kitchen cupboard, hands freshly dried from finishing her dishes. She barely registered her own movement as she spun, half leaping over the countertop as she sprinted toward the sound. She lurched for her bedroom's doorknob and-- paused. Hesitation, her moment to gather her composure and think. She had her rubber gloves to protect herself from electrical currents. Her heart rate slowed upon command, having years of diligent practice with force subsidation of the hammering in her chest. You couldn't focus, couldn't be calm with that kind of distracting, internal force.

A very different Rhodes swung open the door. Composed, almost bored looking, she looked inside. Analyzing. Taking in that face, those frightened green eyes... The sweat soaked sheets, that silken brown hair that had plastered itself to its owner's face. Fists wrapped into bedsheets. Those emerald green eyes.

"So. You're the one that caused all the noise." Rhodes remarked dispassionately.

[Airgead]

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

A sudden scream fragmented Rhodes' thoughts as she closed the kitchen cupboard, hands freshly dried from finishing her dishes. She barely registered her own movement as she spun, half leaping over the countertop as she sprinted toward the sound. She lurched for her bedroom's doorknob and-- paused. Hesitation, her moment to gather her composure and think. She had her rubber gloves to protect herself from electrical currents. Her heart rate slowed upon command, having years of diligent practice with force subsidation of the hammering in her chest. You couldn't focus, couldn't be calm with that kind of distracting, internal force.

A very different Rhodes swung open the door. Composed, almost bored looking, she looked inside. Analyzing. Taking in that face, those frightened green eyes... The sweat soaked sheets, that silken brown hair that had plastered itself to its owner's face. Fists wrapped into bedsheets. Those emerald green eyes.

"So. You're the one that caused all the noise." Rhodes remarked dispassionately.

At the sound of the voice Airgeadaithe leaped while twisting into an ariel to land on her feet, backing towords the corner. "P-please" she studdered "Don't hurt me. I-I don't know where I am, or what I did, but I'm sorry, I'll get out of here. Please let me out. I don't want to hurt you" she said defensively, curling her hands up, raising her fists. She had control over her powers now, she was ready to rely on physical defense alone. Her eyes deepened to evergreen in defense and fear. She didn't want to risk loosing herself again to these new impulses she didn't understand. She shut them down. She didn't want to hurt the substantially smaller woman. She didn't believe that this woman couldn't do damage though. "P-please." Her back foot turned inward to strengthen her stance, her eyes dilating in fear. Her body trembled, and she swayed dangerously. "I-I" she huffed, words barely formulating in her panic.

[CrossRhodes]

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

A sudden scream fragmented Rhodes' thoughts as she closed the kitchen cupboard, hands freshly dried from finishing her dishes. She barely registered her own movement as she spun, half leaping over the countertop as she sprinted toward the sound. She lurched for her bedroom's doorknob and-- paused. Hesitation, her moment to gather her composure and think. She had her rubber gloves to protect herself from electrical currents. Her heart rate slowed upon command, having years of diligent practice with force subsidation of the hammering in her chest. You couldn't focus, couldn't be calm with that kind of distracting, internal force.

A very different Rhodes swung open the door. Composed, almost bored looking, she looked inside. Analyzing. Taking in that face, those frightened green eyes... The sweat soaked sheets, that silken brown hair that had plastered itself to its owner's face. Fists wrapped into bedsheets. Those emerald green eyes.

"So. You're the one that caused all the noise." Rhodes remarked dispassionately.

At the sound of the voice Airgeadaithe leaped while twisting into an ariel to land on her feet, backing towords the corner. "P-please" she studdered "Don't hurt me. I-I don't know where I am, or what I did, but I'm sorry, I'll get out of here. Please let me out. I don't want to hurt you" she said defensively, curling her hands up, raising her fists. She had control over her powers now, she was ready to rely on physical defense alone. Her eyes deepened to evergreen in defense and fear. She didn't want to risk loosing herself again to these new impulses she didn't understand. She shut them down. She didn't want to hurt the substantially smaller woman. She didn't believe that this woman couldn't do damage though. "P-please." Her back foot turned inward to strengthen her stance, her eyes dilating in fear. Her body trembled, and she swayed dangerously. "I-I" she huffed, words barely formulating in her panic.

Rhodes managed to keep herself from jumping at the sudden acrobatic feet of the young woman, but she had plenty of training at remaining calm. She inspected the girl, looking for any other sign of hostility, listening to her stammering words, but she only came to one conclusion: this young woman was just terrified. Anything she did now would just be out of self defense.

Rhodes raised her hands into the air in a gesture of peace. "I'm not going to harm you." she told her. "See? I'm unarmed, I'm not planning on doing anything. Your stuff is still in your sack, which is in the kitchen. There's also food for you in the fridge, since you look rather starved." She hoped that her message of gentility got across.

[Airgead]

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

A sudden scream fragmented Rhodes' thoughts as she closed the kitchen cupboard, hands freshly dried from finishing her dishes. She barely registered her own movement as she spun, half leaping over the countertop as she sprinted toward the sound. She lurched for her bedroom's doorknob and-- paused. Hesitation, her moment to gather her composure and think. She had her rubber gloves to protect herself from electrical currents. Her heart rate slowed upon command, having years of diligent practice with force subsidation of the hammering in her chest. You couldn't focus, couldn't be calm with that kind of distracting, internal force.

A very different Rhodes swung open the door. Composed, almost bored looking, she looked inside. Analyzing. Taking in that face, those frightened green eyes... The sweat soaked sheets, that silken brown hair that had plastered itself to its owner's face. Fists wrapped into bedsheets. Those emerald green eyes.

"So. You're the one that caused all the noise." Rhodes remarked dispassionately.

At the sound of the voice Airgeadaithe leaped while twisting into an ariel to land on her feet, backing towords the corner. "P-please" she studdered "Don't hurt me. I-I don't know where I am, or what I did, but I'm sorry, I'll get out of here. Please let me out. I don't want to hurt you" she said defensively, curling her hands up, raising her fists. She had control over her powers now, she was ready to rely on physical defense alone. Her eyes deepened to evergreen in defense and fear. She didn't want to risk loosing herself again to these new impulses she didn't understand. She shut them down. She didn't want to hurt the substantially smaller woman. She didn't believe that this woman couldn't do damage though. "P-please." Her back foot turned inward to strengthen her stance, her eyes dilating in fear. Her body trembled, and she swayed dangerously. "I-I" she huffed, words barely formulating in her panic.

Rhodes managed to keep herself from jumping at the sudden acrobatic feet of the young woman, but she had plenty of training at remaining calm. She inspected the girl, looking for any other sign of hostility, listening to her stammering words, but she only came to one conclusion: this young woman was just terrified. Anything she did now would just be out of self defense.

Rhodes raised her hands into the air in a gesture of peace. "I'm not going to harm you." she told her. "See? I'm unarmed, I'm not planning on doing anything. Your stuff is still in your sack, which is in the kitchen. There's also food for you in the fridge, since you look rather starved." She hoped that her message of gentility got across.

Arie lowered her hands, her right hand resting on the ottoman for balance. Her body stabalized, her trembles lessening as her eyes dilated, her lids lowered in exaustion. A deep sigh rumbled to settle amongst her collarbone. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. Everything's just so. Lost." She offered, as a meek explanation. Her stomach rumbled "apparently including supper. Did you say food?" She tried to be friendly, weakly smiled, her demeanor slouching into rest. She felt safe now. "I'm Airgeadaithe by the way. But my friends call me Arie. I'd offer my right hand, but I kinda need it" she said, her eyes gesturing to the ottoman.

[CrossRhodes]

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Airgeadaithe

CrossRhodes

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Rhodes unconsciously went through the motions of washing her dishes. Her eyelids were heavy as she went-- she forfietted her bed for the couch because of the new arrival that night and sleeping had proved elusive. No one had arrived to claim their own rooms in the dorm house still, but she was so worried that one of them would arrive in the middle of the night or something she didn't want to risk putting some unknown woman on their bed. The sack that had been laying with the unconscious girl sat next to the kitchen counter, keeping her about as much company as a dumpy sack of potatoes. The door to her own room was shut, Rhodes trying as hard as she could to keep light out of the room to help the newcomer rest easier. Rhodes had also resorted to wearing rubber gloves whenever she approached the sleeping woman, finally tired of having electrical impulses shot into her arm.

Rinse. Scrub. Rinse again. Towel. Repeat.

Arie sweated dreams of wolves, fire, dirt. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus exodus exodus. The mantra of their chants. The clawing of fingernails against wood, blood, so much blood. Howls and digging upward, then to dig down, beneath the surface. Refugee. Crooked fingers and kind words whispered in a young lasses ear, caresses then corruption. She ran. Ran like the wolves, ran with the wolves, then down. Lost, so lost. Men with their filthy hands and promises, if only she'd do what they wanted, they'd help her find her way. she was more lost. Pain. She caused them pain. How did she do this? Knives tucked into corners she utalized her surroundings and bam. Running. Caught captured caressed unwantingly she shouted they hurt her. Hurt hurt hurt. Now they can't hurt anymore. Laughter, insanity, buckles. Shiney shiney buckles. Buckling buckles, and buckling weight. Down she fell, down she was forced over and over and then, light.
She screamed clawing her way up from the bed, reality twisting. Dark splotches scrambled to obscure her vision but she fought. She couldn't be down she needed to be up. Down was where she was taken advantage of. She swung outwardly, charged, wind picking up around her, but nothing of consequence hindered it. She was alone. A slow sob emitted, and she shunk to the ground, one leg strait and the other bent, her arm resting on the latter, her other arm wrapping around the same legs thigh as she sobbed into her flesh, the baseboard of the bed supporting her.

A sudden scream fragmented Rhodes' thoughts as she closed the kitchen cupboard, hands freshly dried from finishing her dishes. She barely registered her own movement as she spun, half leaping over the countertop as she sprinted toward the sound. She lurched for her bedroom's doorknob and-- paused. Hesitation, her moment to gather her composure and think. She had her rubber gloves to protect herself from electrical currents. Her heart rate slowed upon command, having years of diligent practice with force subsidation of the hammering in her chest. You couldn't focus, couldn't be calm with that kind of distracting, internal force.

A very different Rhodes swung open the door. Composed, almost bored looking, she looked inside. Analyzing. Taking in that face, those frightened green eyes... The sweat soaked sheets, that silken brown hair that had plastered itself to its owner's face. Fists wrapped into bedsheets. Those emerald green eyes.

"So. You're the one that caused all the noise." Rhodes remarked dispassionately.

At the sound of the voice Airgeadaithe leaped while twisting into an ariel to land on her feet, backing towords the corner. "P-please" she studdered "Don't hurt me. I-I don't know where I am, or what I did, but I'm sorry, I'll get out of here. Please let me out. I don't want to hurt you" she said defensively, curling her hands up, raising her fists. She had control over her powers now, she was ready to rely on physical defense alone. Her eyes deepened to evergreen in defense and fear. She didn't want to risk loosing herself again to these new impulses she didn't understand. She shut them down. She didn't want to hurt the substantially smaller woman. She didn't believe that this woman couldn't do damage though. "P-please." Her back foot turned inward to strengthen her stance, her eyes dilating in fear. Her body trembled, and she swayed dangerously. "I-I" she huffed, words barely formulating in her panic.

Rhodes managed to keep herself from jumping at the sudden acrobatic feet of the young woman, but she had plenty of training at remaining calm. She inspected the girl, looking for any other sign of hostility, listening to her stammering words, but she only came to one conclusion: this young woman was just terrified. Anything she did now would just be out of self defense.

Rhodes raised her hands into the air in a gesture of peace. "I'm not going to harm you." she told her. "See? I'm unarmed, I'm not planning on doing anything. Your stuff is still in your sack, which is in the kitchen. There's also food for you in the fridge, since you look rather starved." She hoped that her message of gentility got across.

Arie lowered her hands, her right hand resting on the ottoman for balance. Her body stabalized, her trembles lessening as her eyes dilated, her lids lowered in exaustion. A deep sigh rumbled to settle amongst her collarbone. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. Everything's just so. Lost." She offered, as a meek explanation. Her stomach rumbled "apparently including supper. Did you say food?" She tried to be friendly, weakly smiled, her demeanor slouching into rest. She felt safe now. "I'm Airgeadaithe by the way. But my friends call me Arie. I'd offer my right hand, but I kinda need it" she said, her eyes gesturing to the ottoman.

"Yea, I can see that." Rhodes smiled. That's better. Da, she just needed something to reassure her that everything was okay.

"So, food." Rhodes slowly walked over, careful not to make any sudden movements, just as a precaution. Even if this creature didn't want to hurt her, she might overreact if she senses anything that could harm her. She took Arie's free hand, helping her off the ottoman and transferring the girl's weight from her bed to herself. "Right in the kitchen we have stuff we can make. I can't exactly say it's a feast, but..."

Rhodes helped Arie to a stool near the kitchen counter, helping the girl sit down-- or, more correctly, slump in exhaustion. She began to rummage through the pantry, looking for something edible.

"So, Airgead... Arie, you don't have any allergies or anything, do you?" she called over her shoulder as she rummaged, throwing away some molding bread as she went.