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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 11:25 pm
It was weird to have a list of things to do before...one died? Maybe died, didn't die - whatever it was. One of the things Ofelia had to do, regardless, was return a certain strawberry-blonde hunter trainee her books. The redhead had been in possession of them since the infirmary, many of her past nights spent trying to read over them, and when Ofelia figured she was out of time she just started getting things done.
Ofelia didn't know where Ami might normally be, she was sort of avoiding the infirmary because well. . .infirmary and so she just took the easy way.chimarii Text to Ami where do you want to meet to return your books
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:08 pm
Ami was only transcribing notes from her journal into a more official form, so it wasn't like she was busy by any means. More busy work than anything else- Ami was always kepeing herself busy now.
The phone buzz, she flicked it open. Who was Ofie again? Was she the one in the infirmary? As she checked the text, her suspicions were correct. Apparently the girl had finished her books? Ami cocked a skeptical eyebrow. Nobody could read those poems- that is, carefully read those poems, in this amount of time. That took years.
She sighed and typed a message quickly, and then went back to writing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:31 pm
Ofelia put her phone into her pocket after getting the message from Ami and she hurried back to her room to gather the books she was supposed to be returning. She hadn't even gotten halfway through one of them, seeing as she'd skipped book to book in an effort to learn more, and if she was soon going to be dead there was no need to keep them. Ami would want them given back without having to get them - that seemed to be the sort of person she was - so it seemed only fair to have Ofelia return them in that manner.
Gathering them into her arms once she reached her room, the whole space super bare so if anything happened she wouldn't have to have someone come clean, and she shut the door behind with her foot as she went. The way to the labs was quick and easy, no one was around and they were somewhat avoiding her anyway, and so the teen found Ami's location without much difficulty. As she approached she cleared her throat slightly and started to speak.
All things come to an end;
small calves in Arkansas,
the bend of the muddy river.
Do all things come to an end?
No, they go on forever.
That was the only part of the poem she could remember without prompting, without looking too much. It was from the American Poetry book Ami had lent, the teen pouring over that single poem endlessly. It had taken some serious effort to learn and still her progress had been entirely too slow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:28 pm
Unfortunately for Ofie, Ami was completely unimpressed. Ofie wasn't exactly trained in poetry tone and meter, so it fell flat and immature to the literature major sitting at the lab table.
"Pretty words," Ami said, not removing her eyes from the notebooks she was writing in. "At least you read them."
She gestured to the bench next to her. "You can leave them here, thank you." Apparently Ami thought that was all the interaction they were having.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:36 pm
"Yeah. Thanks fer these." And that was....really all Ofelia had to say. She said her bit from the poem, gotten the reaction she pretty much expected (though the compliment(?) had her confused), and she stepped over and set the books down. "Ah. . . "
She opened her mouth, like she wanted to say something else, but that was it. Instead she closed her jaw, bowed her head to Ami, and started back for the door. There was nothing that needed to be said, nothing more she really wanted to say.
Thanks, perhaps.
Sorry I didn't finish them, maybe.
I didn't know poetry could be so....different, most likely.
Ofelia didn't say any of that though, she only paused at the door to lean on the frame. She had her back to Ami, it wasn't like she was even trying to bother her, and she said one more poem she knew.
It had been written by a woman, a loner she had found by looking in the library, and she started.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Hah.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:50 am
Ami's face twisted in annoyance as the girl continued, each word grating on her very being. "We are not a pair, Ofelia," Ami said quite clearly. "Clearly you didn't even read the poem, because there is nothing we are binding ourselves against."
This time she looked up and glared, pulling the books closer to her notebooks. "If you would, kindly stop spouting lines to me when you don't know what they mean."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:23 pm
"Are ya certain we're not?" Ofelia barely lingered on the question, not even bothering to add anything more to it. "There's sommin' fer all'a us that connects, binds, an' makes us nothin'."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 5:33 pm
Ami put a hand on her temple, rubbing and trying not to blow her gasket. She was already running on very little sleep, and this country twang was not helping her keep calm.
"Ofelia you were a patient I took pity on, but I do not have time for your philosophical bullshit," she gestured to her books. "I am trying to study." She huffed and went back to writing, attempting once more to keep herself calm.
After a moment or two she said, "We are not bound, don't think yourself stitched to my heart because I let you borrow a few books."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 5:55 pm
"You're getting full of yourself there." Ofelia still had her back turned to Ami and she was still leaning on the door frame. "I never said we were bound together personally, I meant it as a whole of Deus. You wouldn't be here if you were a somebody." Talking slower meant she didn't have an accent (or at least not as much of one), but it was still hard to understand her somewhat.
As for the binding, the pair, the nerves and pity? Whatever. "And I think you're the one who read the poem wrong if you think that it just refers to two people."chimarii i don't mind typing her accent, i just know it's hard to read sorry so for now i'll not...uh...use it
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:48 pm
"Fantastic," Ami rebutted, scribbling something rather angrily in her book. "You've read a few poems and now I've become an idiot."
The annoyance was growing into a growling rage within her, but she politely subdued it. Ami wasn't the type to run around screaming. Instead, she talked in a low, level voice without a hint of anger or hurt. "Tell me, how much Donne did you intake? Wasn't Nathaniel Hawthorne fascinating- didn't Chopin invoke the very fabric of your soul?"
Her voice didn't rise, but instead grew quicker. "Eliot, Porter, Fitzgerald, Larsen, Wolfe-" An abrupt stop. "Oh? Didn't read those?" She was mocking Ofie now, attempting to make a fool out of her. "And how long did you read those few poems hm? Grazed over them for a minute or two, before growing tired of literature and returning to your spars and your missions and your flighty, flamboyant Sun work? Did it ever occur to you that scholars dedicate years of their life to those poems, trying to figure out what inkling of knowledge they can gain from it?" She paused quickly, giving Ofie an intense stare. "But I'm sorry. You must be a genius. Clearly you interpreted its meaning in one read through. My mistake."
She realized she was being completely unreasonable. Her tone fell back down to a quiet, controlled beat. "Do not lecture me on literature, Ofelia."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 12:47 am
"Whoa, whoa slow down. Yer shoutin' lots'a big names at me an' all Ah was tryin' ta say was people interpret poems differently. Isn't that the whole point'a learnin' 'bout them or do Ah gotta see it exactly the same way ya do?" Ofelia turned and looked at Ami, holding a hand up as if to say 'slow your freakin' roll woman'. "Ah'm not lecturin' in the slightest, jus' sayin' maybe yer takin' mah words different from how they were meant ta come out. Or maybe Ah said it wrong too, like Ah should'a said 'different' instead'a wrong." Ofelia wasn't defending herself because like hell she would do that. She never regretted anything she said in the past so why start now? It wasn't like she thought she'd live past the evening anyway so whelp, there was that.
Also, she'd only come to return the books not get into a philisophical debate. Those really hurt her head. "Also Ah didn' finish the books 'cause Ah have a hard time readin'. It took me forever jus' ta get through those two poems so Ah wanted ta at least show someone Ah was tryin', not that Ah'd f'gur'd ya'd give a s**t." Her hand that had been raised moved back and forth like she was pushing an issue aside. "Ah came ta give 'em back jus' in case Ah end up gettin' executed in Wilson's place. S'not fair fer ya ta have ta go ta mah room ta get 'em, an' who knows if someone wouldn't toss 'em b'for ya could arrive an' carry 'em out." That really would have sucked and she might have felt a little bit bad from the afterlife (if she did indeed die and someone did indeed throw them away).
Then there was the topic of spars. "Spars are fun an' so are missions but yanno, when yer like me there's really no other option. Ah'm not smart like ya, capable like ya - all Ah can do is get out there an' try ta kill stuff b'for it kills me or others." The honest fact about Suns, they were just...cannon fodder? At least she enjoyed being fodder since it meant she got to beat stuff up with a vengeance. "Sometimes Ah'd like ta be able ta sit an' read but Ah can't."chimarii meta delay > ____ > /excuse also ofelia's tone is probably really even, so she's more like talking normally not really even being sarcastic because ofie
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:22 am
Ami let out a blustery sigh. This was why she didn't deal with people. This was why she didn't lend out books or discuss poetry. It ended in her yelling at someone that didn't deserve it, just because she had touchy spots.
It didn't make Ami feel any better. She still felt wronged, even though she was in fact the one in the wrong. "Well we all have our place on this god forsaken island," she said coldly. "So I'll keep to my books, and you to your ... whatever it is you wield."
Nevermind that Ami was insanely jealous that Ofie could wield at all.rown i am the slowest slow to ever slow ......
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:02 pm
"...wield? Like in what way?" Ofelia hadn't heard the term wield get used outside of a weapon. Was Ami saying she used books like a weapon, or? "Ya mean wit' Rue? Or jus' mah attitude an' personality? There're many different things ya can wield, Ah think, an' frankly Ah'm jealous'a yer ability ta use books."
She looked down at her hands, at the blisters from where Rue had rubbed on her hands during the mission. "A body ain't good fer anythin' once it's broken."chimarii you can make it up to me with ~eternal love~ or something
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