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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 5:55 pm
This room belongs to Damien Hyadain. Please follow any rules he would like to add.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:31 pm
 MaryAnne hobbled with Damien down the hallway, one hand around his waist, the other holding his arm around her neck for balance. She staggered with him into the room, carefully laying him down upon his bed. She placed her shoes on the floor by the foot of the bed - having previously discarded them on her way here. The angel looked at him and hesitated before leaning over him, carefully removing the boy's formal blazer; she took off his shoes, also, putting them by her own. She hesitated again and quickly grabbed a small washcloth from his personal bathroom, turning on the warm water at the sink and soaking the cloth with it before ringing it out so only the warmth and a slight dampness was left. She Moved back to him, sitting on the edge of his bed and brushing his hair away from his forehead, placing the folded, warm cloth against his flesh.
She sighed faintly and put her hand against her forehead, still trying to go through her own thoughts and feelings. Everything was a little unclear. She stood up and paced across the room, bare feet silent on the floor; her eyes roamed across the walls and bookshelves as her fingers went to her hair, pulling the bobby-pins from their arrangement, letting the curled blond tresses fall around and past her shoulders. She sighed slightly, feeling uncomfortable in her dress down; it was heavy and too big, she thought, to be wearing now.
She briefly thought of going to her dorm and fetching something to wear, by what if he awoke while she was gone? MaryAnne sighed, milling over her options. She decided to go anyways - it was right across the hall - and cast a glance at him before going out of his room, propping the door open, and slipping into her own.
She returned about five minutes later in sweat pants and a ribbed tank top with a sweatshirt over. She brought with her a book and set it down on Damien's desk as she drew up a chair beside his bed. She put her socked feet on the frame of his bed and looked at him, picking up her book and holding it in her lap for a moment. MaryAnne found herself blinking slowly, heavy with wanted sleep and only after a few minutes did she give in, blond-crowned head lolling on the back of the seat, wings pressing close to her back; she almost looked human.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 8:47 pm
Damien shifted slightly in his sleep and groaned softly as his head throbbed painfully. He reached up with his hand and felt a warm, damp washcloth on his forehead. He opened his eyes slowly, everything still slightly fuzzy, before he fully opened his eyes. He laid there, silent, unable to assess where he was and how he got there. The black-winged angel shifted his head to the side slightly, having just noticed another presence in the strange room. He looked at the blonde woman sitting at a desk across the room, reading a book. He gripped his head slightly in pain before he turned back to look at the ceiling, still unsure of where he was.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 11:40 pm
MaryAnne looked up in responce to the movement in the corner of her eye. She got up, placing the book on the desk and moved to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You're awake," she said, smiling. "You, uhm... Fainted. In the ballroom." She lifted the washcloth off of his forehead and put it on her knees.
"I'm MaryAnne." A wing peeked out from behind her as she shifted, fingers pushing a lock of hair away from her face. "We haven't met, but I think I saw you once... In town. The Headmaster told me to take you here - uhm, to your dorm, I mean - and look after you. So, well, here we are." She gestured.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:10 am
The black-winged angel turned his head to look at the women -an angel- and stared at her in a confused daze. "Headmaster...?" He asked quietly, careful to not bother his migraine anymore than he already had. He couldn't understand a thing she was saying. From what he knew, he had never been to a ballroom, much less any town that he could remember. Though one thing was for sure, he vaguely remembered seeing this blonde woman -angel- before, but he just couldn't tell where. He continued to stare at her questioningly, hoping she'd continue and maybe then he'd get an idea of where he was.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:42 am
"The winter ball? Everyone was there.You're still partially in your tux. I didn't want to... Well." She blushed and cleared her throat slightly, reaching over and taking a bottle of aspirin off the desk, unscrewing the top and shaking a pair into her palm before offering them to him with a glass of water.
"Something... Happened. At the ball. I'm not sure what, though... I think that Verdi's hurt," she bit her lip, soft flesh turning pinker under the pressure. "It was something with the Gate. A dark spirit, I think... That's what Fern said. She was... Terrified. With all the commotion, I couldn't really figure anything out. Too many feelings, I just did what I was told." MaryAnne shook her head slightly, trying to subdue the flow of remembered emotions, then looked at him. "You know you're at Grove Academy, right? Do you know your name?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:41 pm
The black-winged angel sat up on the bed before gratefully took the aspirin, downing the entire glass of water in on gulp before looking at her once again. He continued staring at her in a confused daze before he shook his head hesitantly. "I've never heard of...Grove Academy before....and I certainly don't remember my own name, that is if I even had one." He said quietly before laying back down on the bed and looking at the ceiling once more. "But...thank you for taking care of me." He smiled softly, turning to look at the blonde angel.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:38 pm
The blond paused, frowning. He must be in shock from what'd happened, she figured... Hoped. She'd have to speak with the Headmaster as soon as possible.
"Really...? Do you know... What you are?" She leaned forward slightly, unconsiously placing her hand on his. Her blue eyes were concerned, her blond tresses falling to the sides of her face in styled curls from earlier that night.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:51 pm
Damien blushed slightly from the close proximity and looked away. He shook his head, unsure of what to say. "I really have no clue..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 7:03 pm
MaryAnne sighed softly and bowed her head in thought, not noticing his blush. How to get his memory back? His wings, perhaps?
"Can you sit up? You should probably change out of those clothes," she said as she looked back at him and drew back a little, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "And... There's something I want you to see." She sighed for a moment then looked to him hopefully. "Can you remember anything at all?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 7:55 pm
Damien sat up before he shook his head. "It's all one big blur." He looked down at his lapped, slightly ashamed that he couldn't remember a thing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 8:24 pm
She gasped softly, clasping his hands with hers and leaning towards him suddenly. "Don't be ashamed! Something bad happened tonight... I'm just not sure what. Everyone was afraid. Now, just... Relax. Breathe for a second, then flex the muscles in your back."
MaryAnne was trying to get him to unfurl his wings; that was how she did it. The four smaller, infantile wings just below her primary set twitched and wiggled slightly under her shirt and she focused to still them. She wasn't sure that even the Headmaster knew of her heritage, and didn't feel it was appropiate to uncover it now.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:36 pm
Damien confused of her strange request, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths and flexed the muscles in his back. And before he knew it, after he had opened his eyes, he was staring at black-feathered wings sprouting from his back. He toppled over the other side of the bed in shock, continuing to stare at the strange appendages in a shocked and confused daze.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 2:14 pm
The blond gasped and lunged forward, catching him; MaryAnne fell to the floor with him, careful not to hurt him. She leaned down to him, speaking softly, voice tender as she searched his eyes for any recognition, memory.
"You're an angel."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:51 pm
Damien turned to stare at MaryAnne in a confused daze, unsure of how to react to this new found information.
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