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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:33 pm
Sidra, was missing still... the girl mentioned in the video store by a flirty video clerk with stars in her eyes over sweaters and pigtails...
Charys (said video clerk) had been in the hospital for -far- too long, but was rumored to be out and about, but 'limping' around.
And Ume - Ume was trying to find a seat in the cafeteria and wondering what was -wrong- with life that such things could happen.
A) so much for her plots about the dance... she thought gloomily... and b)...more importantly, people got hurt, really hurt. And she could -swear- it was getting more frequent. And with Police snipers out on roofs looking for madmen, and it didn't seem to help at all. Oh lord...
Not to -mention- monsters in assembly and the like.
What was a girl to -make- of all of it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:45 pm
There wasn't much a girl could make out of it, actually -- sales of mace, rape whistles and personal alarms were going severely up, as a kind of panacea, albeit one that didn't really work. The atmosphere was pretty low -- the prom was kind of a highschool fix-it that people were trying to get excited over, and it was easy to get excited over a prom. Especially an inter-school one.
It was in this way that Ume McDougall once more fatefully bumped into Charys Murphy -- literally -- who accidentally hipchecked her while limping through the aisle, holding a paper bag gingerly in one hand as the other was in a sling around her neck. It was a much more beaten-up Charys Murphy, with the remnants of a smashing black eye and bruises all over her face. She said "Damn, sorry," before doubletaking -- "Baby bat. It's you."
She reached out and tweaked Ume's nose. Charys looked worn and pale and wan, a little yellow around the edges (when she wasn't looking technicolour) and she raised a hand around her head to point southwards. "Come on, nobody's sitting outside, gothlita. Might as well freeze."
She lead Ume to an outside table before Ume could blink or protest, sat herself down at the table and opened up her lunchbag -- which seemed to consist of, oddly, sandwiches and sour Skittles. "What's up, Ooh-me?" she said.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:12 pm
She let out a happy squeek just to see her, though her face went from joy to concern at the yellow green lingering bruises that remained. "I was just thinking about you!" She said with almost her normal level of enthusiasm.
"well... most of the school has really... ever since.. well -everything- She said as she followed obediently into the cold.
Her own lunch consisted of a lunchable's natcho kit since her Mother was out of jelly so she was in NO place to cast stones about sandwiches and skittles.
She held up her own sticker decorated keyring that held a rape whistle (with a bat and a skull sticker stuck to it... and a personal mace that miraculously remained undecorated. "Everyone's going crazy... I was so worried... " She bit her lip... "And I was totally going to set up a date for you and.... and I can't..." She bit her lip and offered a nacho in apology.
"Some people say car... but some people say you were -mugged- and... theirs talk about bodies in lockers but thats... just over at the boys school and someone says their just trying to scare people." she rambled miserable...
If there were just something she could lay her hands on... but even the doctors couldn't find a source for the comas that made -sense- what good could she do as a student.
"When they first said you were in the hospital I thought you were in a coma!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:38 pm
"I would love to be comatose," said Charys, who had taken the nacho immediately and scarfed it. "All you do is lie there, that's pretty sweet."
She had also immediately ganked the keyring from Ume and, nothing loath, blew the rape whistle. Everybody looked up immediately. However, because it was Charys, then they just looked back down to their lunches and their conversations again. She dropped it back down in front of the pretty dark-haired girl. "I can't believe you were worrying your cute little head over me," she said, with the ghost of an old Charys grin. "You little fruit."
She opened up her sandwich and, meditatively, sprinkled the Skittles over the ham, mustard and lettuce. Then she took a bite. "As you can see, I am 100%," she said, which was patently and obviously a lie.
Beat.
"Just tell me one thing," she said. "Have they, like, put Sidra's photo up in the auditorum and played Coldplay's 'Yellow' yet?" This was, like, the oddest question in the universe. "Sorry for the oddest question in the universe, it's a me thing. Ooh-meh."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:46 pm
"Not... yet... I think their holding off because even the staff can't bring themselves to..." she stuck her tongue out... "Lair..." She said softly and reached out to tap Charys own nose.
"Don't make me pull my hair pins out and hug you... "
She tilted her head studying Charys face... pondering the comment about comatose.
"I think it might be scary, theres a few cases where people said they could still hear... and think... imagine, being trapped like that, feeling, hearing, being unable to -do- anything. All this... knowledge we have of people, and bodies... and all we can find is that their blood and bones.. we can find why's but not -all- of them."
"...I think that's actually worse than... amnesia... at least you sorta know you forgot something, but you can still...gather up the pieces."
She sighed and fished in a pocket of her skirt for a tiny notebook and flipped it open to a page with a little doodle of a black cat on it... or, blue really if you wanted to argue pen color, something crookedly notched onto its head in a deeper darker pen mark partly obscured by a finger.
"Here... Your visiting... my house... period...we're doing a movie night... we're having... popcorn and sour skittles and more junk food than you can shake a stick at and if you argue I'm showing up where you work with a corset and stuffing you into it!" She said writing down an address...
"And... we can look for Sidara if you want..." She added with a softer look...
"Maybe... she's just scared."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:15 pm
Charys sobered. Charys tilted her head to the side. And then Charys reached out and gingerly patted her hand -- patted her hand as though Ume was the one who needed comforting, had a vague look of swollen understanding on her face. "Honey," she said, "Sidra's gone."
And then she retracted her hand, and went back to eating her skittles'n'ham sandwich. "However, popcorn is not," she said, and she really just about nearly faked the cheer. She really did. It was such a close race. "Because you stuffing me into a corset would be kind of hot, but also kind of, like, weird, because would you stuff it under my clothes or over my clothes? Important. Difference."
Her eyes had noted the odd drawing in the notebook, though, and she looked at it as she casually grabbed the page with the address. And like some horrible kind of mockery, there on the railing behind Ume's shoulder was a silver-furred cat with a star on its head.
"Oh, <******** me," she said tightly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 5:57 pm
Ume paused a moment to process the words... Sidara is gone... there was something so...final about that, like she knew something.
So she sighed just a little, just softly and nodded and rolled with the next punch.
"Well...depends on the corset doesn't it..." her eyebrows twitched up slightly with a small playful smile.
She thought for a moment that the curse was part of the same line of thought but the -expression- that went with it rather said otherwise.
She followed the gaze and blinked at the grey feline.
That was funny... it had a star too... maybe they were siblings? I mean... how many cats could -have- that mark.
"You don't like cats?" She asked glancing back at Charys... "Or...is she yours and she's gotten out? I can help you catch her if you want!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:24 pm
"No," said Charys, still staring. "She's a friend's."
She stood up, abandoning the Skittle sandwich, and despite every single injury and the borders of common sense vaulted over the railing when the cat nimbly jumped down. The cat did that stupid cat dancey thing where it skitted forward a little, looking at them, then ran away again. There was no option for Ume but to follow, possibly just so that she could keep the limping, suddenly intense Charys from breaking her other wrist. The cat was leading them towards the Meadowview gym sheds.
"I don't like cats NOW," Charys yelled up to the unfeeling sky.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:36 am
"Charys?!" She called in alarm as she vaulted the fence... she did her own half stutter step of indecision but... my god!... Oh god she was going to linch herself with her skirt on something she was -so- sure of it.
"Charys be -careful!- She called vaulting after and giving chase. What on -earth-
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 3:39 am
Charys was sprinting now, with a long-legged, determined gait, just a little up-and-down due to limping on one foot -- she skidded into the dusty gym shed with all the trampolining shed with Ume hot on her heels, and she was already bellowing in an completely uncharacteristic Charys way as she entered the dusty little room.
"You always ******** do this to me," she hollered. "You never give up, do you? Sometimes I think you actually LIKE ruining my life -- "
"Bawwww," said the pretty silver cat, who was sitting on one of the trampolines. "'Please fill out the form describing the butthurt.' Look, Charys, it's not my fault that you seem to have this unerring ability to pick up senshi like a katamari -- close the door behind you, Ume, I'm in no mood to have company."
Drained, Charys leant next to the corrugated iron wall and slid down it, sticking her feet out in front of her, leaning her bluenette head back and not caring how grimy the walls were. The walls were pretty grimy. "Nobody knows the trouble I see," she sang, in a tragic, faux-bass. "Nobody knows my sorrow."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:32 am
Ume: whom most -assuredly- did not consider herself sporty had spent about a few seconds being grateful that she was able to keep up...
It was utterly swept away by the stunned realization, that the little grey cat was...
Talking.
She stared for one eternally long second before numbly closing the door.
She bit back the cliché statement of the obvious "You can talk" in favor of more -wide eyed staring- between Charys and the Cat.
"Um..." She did finally say at last. "I'm guessing this isn't the stage for the nest production of 'Cats'... soooo....W...whats going...on?"
She paused staring at the little star. Did -all- cats with stars on their heads talk? Nnnno way... he'd have -said- something...right? I mean he was always following her. Maybe he knew this one?
"You... don't happen to know... I mean, are there... more...mmmNevermind."
Oh god...the little cat the nutty woman from the book store... he had a mark like that too! Her hand went up to her mouth as she went wide eyed considering these facts, but =utterly= at a loss of what to make of the puzzle pieces of information scattered before her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 2:41 am
Ume was the very picture of shock and awe; that was always everybody's first reaction to Astraea, and then it quickly moved (at least, if you were Charys) to "bored to tears" or "crazy apprehensive." She leant back and closed her eyes and, very immaturely, plugged her ears as the cat began to speak. She heard it anyway, just as though the cat was underwater, which would have been a hell of better place for a** to be.
"... Ume," the guardian cat was saying. "Don't ask questions. You are a sailor senshi, and for God's sake, if you don't know what one of those are by now then I'll assume you are someone who just doesn't bother paying any attention to any news outlet or even word of mouth, but I'll cut to the chase: you're not a terrorist. You are a freedom fighter."
"Same thing," said Charys.
"Shut up, Charys," said the cat. She did a pretty blackflip, and there in her mouth in a haze of sparkles was a black and red pen. This she dropped onto the dusty ping-pong table she was standing on, and she nudged it towards Ume (mmm, cat spit). "You are Sailor MuCephei, the sailor senshi of blood," she said. "Say 'MuCephei Power, Make-Up!' to reach your senshi form."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 5:07 am
Ume arched and eyebrow and tilted her head with a small frown mouthing the words "Senshi of Blood??" Like someone just said that She was actually related to the House of Dracula and would she please see to the release of that Mina Harker post haste.
She reached cautiously forward and picked up the pen and looked it over and looked at Charys...
She hadn't eaten any skittles right? This wasn't some 'we stalked the vending machine with wacked out candy' thing was it?... Maybe it was the nachos... no more pre-packaged lunches.
"Um... MuCephi Power, Make up?" she said tilting the pen slightly like a very very hesitant magic wand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 5:11 am
 In the shower of red sparks, MuCephei appeared: a little more gawth than Charys had expected, though really, what would you expect when you were the senshi of 'blood' and could hopefully expect an Edward Cullen to come take you away as soon as poss. She looked at Ume blearily through a haze of black lace, and gave her a non-wounded thumbs up: she was quickly running out of friends who weren't senshi. At least Pandora wasn't, thank God. That was one small mercy. "Nice, baby bat," she said. "Swishy. Very Dances With Wolves. Nice ******** boots." But although Charys usually appreciated a good set of ******** boots, as far as Ume could tell, she sounded -- wounded, even. The cat was looking sniffy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:19 am
Ume glanced down at herself and, actually laid a hand over the skirt as though in fear it might fly up. "Could use some underskirts for this thing!" She blushed.
"Um... Charys? Are you ok?' She reached a cautious hand for the girl...
"Is this my fault?" She asked worried.
She bit her lip... and then added...
"Are... all the cats around with stars on their heads able to talk?....b....eeecause your...the third I've seen.."
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