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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:38 am
Istas was sitting on one of the plastic hospital chairs. Her hand stitched up from where the knife had gone into it, she frowned wondering what to tell her parents. She was just out in the yard when someone tried to kidnap her? How did she explain getting away though if she used that, a terrorist saved her? No one held the senshi in a good light and her new babysitter was going to be in so much trouble.
Istas had some other injuries included with fighting back the best she could. Hopefully, kidnapping would work the child frowned her hurt hand cradled close to her chest wrapped in white gauze. Her hello-kitty top was stained with blood from where her hand had been bleeding, she was lucky it didn't get on her flowered skirt. Tiny black shoes were swinging back and forth nervously as nurses and doctors were busy with other duties, occasionally one checking on her. She'd already told them just the babysitter would be at home, and had given them her mother's cellphone number.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 3:14 pm
“I told you. I fell. F-E-L-L. Off my bike.” A young voice was almost shouting angrily. It sounded as if it came from around the corner.
“That might be, but how do you explain a puncture wound like this? What happened to this ‘branch’? Young man, you can tell me. Did someone do this to you?” An older feminine voice replied. It was calm, but concerned.
“NO. I fell. I flung out my hands to stop my fall and I hit a stick. In the park. I pulled it out okay? Nobody hurt me.”
There was deep sigh. “Alright, alright. Well I still have to talk to your mother. You’re all stitched up now, but you also have a hairline fracture. So you, and your family, will need to be careful while it heals. Can you go sit in the waiting room, please?”
A doctor and the boy rounded the corner, the doctor was ushering him into the room. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for a nice and safe place for the boy to sit. “There, why don’t you go sit by that girl?” She gestured to the curly haired little girl and the empty seat beside her. Under the doctor’s breath, she muttered “Kids today.”
The boy’s soft brown eyes followed the doctor’s fingers to the spot. When Sam saw Istas sitting there, they widened. Her. What was she doing here? Without another word, Sam nodded at the doctor and went to go sit beside the girl. He turned to face her and whispered, “What are you doing here?”
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:02 pm
Istas sat there her legs swinging slightly after having declined a nurse wanting to get her some juice. She heard a voice that sounded familiar, and he seemed mad. Her butter yellow eyes were looking at the ground, however, when she heard the doctor she looked up for a moment.
It was Sam. She didn't reply for a little bit, "You should say hello first." She said softly her bandaged hand still near her chest. She knew he knew *********, but what could she give as an answer. Her uninjured hand brushed her curls to the side before looking at him. "My hand was hurt..." She answered softly, glancing around.
"Trying to get away from a guy." It was simple the same she gave the hospital, "Tried to kidnap me or something... the terrorist, the ones in the pretty skirts and white bodices with the bows, saved me..." Her eyes had returned to the floor, wishing her hand would stop throbbing.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:26 pm
Terrorists? Sailors again? Sam's eyes narrowed, as he puzzled over the information she had given him. This quiet little girl knew a cat, and kept talking about the senshi. That was twice now that she had brought them up. Even though the town seemed to be exploding with senshi and 'terrorists', Istas seemed to talk about them a fair bit.
His brow was furrowed as he listened to her story, it seemed about as weak as his story about falling off a bike. But he accepted it anyways, and hoped that Istas would talk about her 'friends' the senshi more. Sam wanted to know what she knew.
"Hmm. Same here." Sam lifted up his hand. His palm and wrist were covered in beige elastic bandages. He was still wearing his green hood with one end of a sleeve soaked in blood. His expression was dead pan and serious. "I fell off my bike. Got stabbed by a branch. No sailors involved."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:55 pm
"Hard to explain a knife cut, bruising close to those in a fight or having been abused... without there being other people." She said softly, having caught enough of her mother's murder mysteries when they thought she was asleep to know when to cut losses. There was slight bruising on her neck that could be seen, she could feel it. As well, some on her arms that were visible.
"My parents don't abuse me. You've meet them. I'd rather not blame the babysitter because she's too dumb to do such a thing didn't even notice me missing from the yard." She continued sounding a bit grumpy at the fact the baby sitter was one of the few that hadn't caught her. The story might have seemed weak but it held the truth there too, with evidence. She paused and looked at him, "Fell off a bike?" Looked over his hand, his wasn't wrapped in gauze like hers was, hers having been deeper and longer.
She paused and held out her hand showing him. "Too big for a band aid." She replied, "Or I would've asked for a hello kitty one." She frowned.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:20 pm
Fight? Hard to explain? There had to be more to her story then what she was telling everyone. Sam wondered if Istas had any real experience with lying. Though, didn’t press her he just nodded along to her story, trying to work out the details and catch in a lie. He shifted his gaze between his hand and hers. She had the big puffy white gauze that Sam had earlier. “It was a lot worse before. Believe me. All stitched up now though.”
“So terrorists did that to you, huh?” He looked over the rest of her body. Negaverse agents, what bastards.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:42 pm
Istas sighed, "I guess that's what you'd call him. Big bully is what I'd call him." She frowned and shivered slightly at the thought of running into Wolfy again, she didn't want to cry in front of Sam, muchless the whole hospital.
"Still whoever, or whatever he was tried to kidnap me... and... and..." Her voice fell off because she couldn't say the word kill. She was frightened obviously and tears threatened to spill out again, "I kinda had to try to fight back until someone could hear me and would help..."
She shook her head, looking at her shirt, "This is probably ruined..." She muttered trying to keep herself from crying. "Yeah, they stitched mine up too..."
She looked at him curiously. "Did you know there's good terrorists?" She asked pausing watching an adult walk by.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:58 pm
Watching Istas tear up, Sam didn’t know what to do. Did she have to start crying, really? Reaching out his good hand, Sam wrapped an arm around Istas and awkwardly patted her shoulder. “You did what you had to. At least you took a stand, didn’t just give in.”
Sam faintly smiled, fighting back, that was progress!
Good terrorists. Sam knew that in the eyes of the media, both Negas and Senshi were viewed as terrorists; as far as the news was concerned, they were caught in something like a large gang war. But they, the senshi, they were the good guys. “Yeah, I do. But you can’t count on them to always come save you.”
That was a lesson Sam was really only just learning. He had been cocky and usually self-reliant. But 90% of the time an older senshi had appeared to help him. Not tonight though, Sam took a risk in trying to fight Captain Painite. Look were that got him. He was sure now that he needed to train harder, learn to be a better fighter. Even though he was only eleven, learning to defend himself against the Negaverse was essential. There wouldn’t always be another senshi to save him.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 2:30 pm
Istas nodded, "I don't think I had much of a choice. You weren't there to protect me like you tried to do with Billy." Granted Billy the 3rd grade Bully still was a major pain and hadn't learned his lesson. She frowned, "I'm not very good, I don't want to have to fight but I guess I need to learn how to if there's going to be bullies trying to kidnap kids."
She was sticking to the bullies and kidnapping because it was probably the easiest part of the story. She nodded, "I know they wont." She answered softly, with a frown. She'd gotten lucky just about every time she'd fought there'd been at least once incident she needed a civilians help and then the time with Zirconia almost ended badly too since the other was just a cat.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:59 pm
Staring straight ahead, off into space, Sam was trying to work up the courage to ask the big question that had been burning inside of him since he had met Istas. Licking his lips slightly, he then made a bit of a huff sound as he breathed in deeply. "So, these good terrorists, how do you know them?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:34 pm
Ista paused, she looked at his hand and looked back at him thinking, how should she answer it. "I got into trouble once while at the school. I'd been helping with some of the settings. They needed an extra hand painting while the others were practicing."
She paused, "I'd stopped to feed a cat when a dinosaur monster showed up and they saved me." She looked at him, her buttery yellow eyes were serious.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:40 pm
"A cat? The one that came to your party?" All the pieces of the puzzle of who Istas was and her connection to the senshi were slowly coming together. She definitely wasn't lying about knowing the senshi, if she knew *********. But Sam just couldn't believe, or didn't want to believe, that Istas had something to do with the senshi, or that she could be one. Maybe the curly haired girl was related to one?
Under his breath, Sam softly said "*********."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:23 pm
Istas looked at him and nodded, "Yes." She answered looking at him, "You know her too don't you?"
The child was looking at Sam with unwavering eyes, just because she didn't want anything to do with bullies in school didn't mean she didn't try to be a good senshi. She looked at Sam wondering if his hand was really from a stick like he claimed.
She looked at him, "If you do, is that wound on your hand really from a 'stick'?" Her brow was lofted curiously.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:11 pm
"Yes and sort of yes." Sam paused, taking a breath and looking around to make sure nobody was listening in on their conversation. The boy leaned in closer to the curly-haired girl, him arm pulling her in. "It was just a really big sharp stick with a bad guy at the other end."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:35 pm
Istas nodded, "As I thought." She said softly watching Sam. "Same with the kidnapper on the end of the knife." She added softly with a pause.
She looked at him, "Knightside, were you there helping Polaris?" She whispered watching for adults. Her eyes were watching him curiously, if he was, there was her answer. His answer would come as well, with a simple explanation.
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