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 Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:08 pm
Nevada had little time left, and each day she spent without her weapon, was one more day she got closer to the end of her days. She knew Stormy was researching every way possible to elongate, to bring her back but...
She stared at the runic copy machine as it spit out page after page after page after page of the same thing.
It did this for an hour, and still she stared.
And kept staring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:52 pm
Something was wrong in the house of Mist.
He had been watching her for the last couple of minutes, leaning against the doorframe of the room she was on, a light frown on his face. After a few more minutes, he departed from his little spot, going to stand next to Nevada, leaning over to peer at her face a little.
"Allo, Mon petit état." He stated, idly going to lean closer, watching the copier, wondering what she found so interesting in it. "You ok?" It was a stupid question, but he couldn't think of how to word it - he could ask her in french, but the translation would not come to his head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 12:21 am
Something was very wrong in the house of mist hunters.
She continued to watch the paper print out, and if Dorian leaned in, he could hear a small whispering to herself.
Then she blinked and looked over at him.
"Dorian." She could still remember names, faces. That was good, she wasn't completely crazy. "People keep asking me that." She frowned.
She was pale, hair pulled back. Eye that was good was a bit glassy, and she still looked thinner then before. So her next comment/question should've been easy for him to answer.
"Don't I look fine?" She started to gather papers. "I think I look fine."
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:13 pm
"Oui, c'est moi. Your 'ot neighbour Dorian." He stated, as teasingly as usual, trying to disperse that sick feeling in his chest when she looked at him with an uncertain look. The question made him blink once, thinking a little about it, a small frown showing on his face.
Did she look fine?
She looked . . . different. She was off and there was an ashen look to her. The Nevada he knew would have given him an attempted wink (he knew she was, in the heart of her heart,) and called him sexy or something. Thrown paperwork at him. This Nevada was . . . lost. Worried about little things. She was also asking the one guy who couldn't be anything but honest.
"Mm. Non. You don't look fine. You look . . ." A pause, going to slowly grasp the word out of air, "Uncertain. You can talk to me if you want, I don't mince words very well. Usually because I can't." He admitted, wondering if his attempts at humour would do anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 7:19 pm
"Hot Neighbor..." She smiled actually, as if the memory of it was there....but it was fleeting and gone.
"I see, then I guess it makes sense..." She shuffled papers up, "There's nothing to talk about. It's black and white at this moment." She looked up at him. "I'm dead...Or dying. Not much is helping me here, and I don't have long..." She felt repetive again, how many people would she tell that she was dying? How many of them deserved that?
She didn't know, nor bothered to care anymore.
"Just gotta...make myself useful until then. Nothing matters more then that..." She dropped the same papers she had just collected, staring as they flew around her feet. It took her a moment, of just anger before she bent down and started to grab papers, crumpling them in her hands and ruining them.
"Nothing matters, not food, not sleep. Just have to be useful, still prove I'm a hunter..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:44 pm
He had seen a small glimpse of what Nevada had been, her little smile making the rarely emotional hunter grin himself, but it was short lived. It was the look she gave him as she said the next words, making her fellow Mistie falter, blue eyes staring her down for a moment.
Die? Décéder? That was impossible, this was Nevada, she was too good to have some s**t like this happen to her. But, he couldn't deny the statement. If anything, it felt like as if it were true - what he had been eluded too earlier with Ian. After a moment, he steeled up a bit, walking forward until he had her in a hug, sighing a little. How was he supposed to react to that - he knew hearing "you can't be dying" or some bullshit like that would just ruin it for her, so he did the next best thing.
"You will always be a 'unter in my mind, Nevada. No matter what 'appened. Non?" He stated, going to rub her back a little with a gloved hand, sighing a little. Leaning back a bit, he looked at her again, frowning.
"Is'ser anyt'ing I can do to make it any easier?" A pause. "You've probably 'eard that before, but. . . you know. You're Nevada, and you are important." A sheepish look came over his face, going to stand back finally, he didn'tw ant to smother her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:09 pm
She didn't think she was too good to not die. though others seem to think so. They hadn't seen the real her. The one that sold their leader for the brief moment of safety. Who had instead of saving villages on her promotion, chose her own agenda over the needs of others.
"It's easy for you to say," She let the papers go now, they weren't important. Instead she looked over to Dorian, even as he hugged her. "It's so easy for everyone else to say that. I'll always be a hunter to everyone else I am close too, but do you know who it matters the most here? The ones that are useful Dorian, who follow orders, who complete their missions."
She gave a hoarse laugh, pushing a little against him. "You're weapon didn't break, it's not dead. You don't know what it's like. I'm not a hunter. I'm a ******** hallow shell of one. A shadow of what I could've been. I've no more light..." She hissed, "And without light, not even a shadow could exist."
She turned on him, her chin lifting but something wasn't right. Nothing would ever be right for her.
"You want to make it easier?" She reached over to grab his collar, "Why don't you give me your weapon? Why don't you give me your bond? You can't.' She answered for him, "Then you'd be this mess like I am. I'm not okay, I'm not normal!" She didn't want to get loud, she didn't want to fight.
She was so angry.
"It's so easy for all of you, to stand there and watch me descend into nothing." She snapped.
The temper strung her out though, and her body wasn't use to such activity. She watched the room spin, reaching her hand out to the table to steady herself and bring another to touch her forehead.
"I'm so tired of waiting around for this to end."/so end it./
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 10:38 pm
It wasn't going to be easy, talking to her. He could see it, but it didn't deter him at all. If there was a limited time for him to be with someone he cared about, he was going to have to work with her. Sighing out of his nose, he just let her rage on, nodding every so often.
"I can't speak on th'case, but I am sure whatever you did, you knew it was worth it." he started, going to lightly grasp her shoulder when she grabbed at his collar, her voice rising a little. Even with his horrible grasp of english, he knew she was trying so hard to hold back, but, with how she looked, it was starting to affect her. Fishing out of his pocket, he went to offer her the cigarette lighter case that Justice had returned to, going to press it in her palm, giving her a look.
Sweetness . . .
"Nevada. If I could. If it was that easy, I would. I am sure you would go further than I ever could." He stated, his eyes as serious as ever, a frown showing on his face. After a moment, it broke though, and he allowed her to leave his side, holding his weapon close again, accepting that she was break down, and it was going to happen.
It did, although, tear at the poor Frenchman, deep down inside. He knew there was nothing he could do for her, except listen.
"We do not jus' stand around. . ." He murmured a bit sadly, going to close the gap again so he could place his hands on her shoulder and back so she didn't fall over. "It is . . . like ah, uh, paralysis? To stand in front of the abyss, et al. We would do anyt'ing to make it so it did not 'appen. Or I would."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:03 pm
"It wasn't worth it! NOTHING IS EVER WORTH THIS." She spread her hands out, "I let three villages be decimated by a FEAR poison in the well." She snarked, "So I could one up Aria in a battle with some stupid battle against something stupid."
She snatched her hand back as soon as the lighter case was placed in, hissing because she expected...
SOMETHING.
Pain, Acceptance. Like Dorian's weapon would choose her over him, save her instead of him. When it didn't, she felt anger, disappoint and most of all...Shame. Shame so heavy.
"I can't, I can't help you do this. You guys need to start letting me go. Clinging to me only makes it harder when I'm no longer there..." She pushed at Dorian as the room kept spinning. "You can't cling to something that isn't here."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:24 pm
The reaction wasn't expected, but he didn't want to jump in to a counter-action, worried that something would set the woman off and have her fly off due to her fight-or-fly mechanism that had rocked off the meter. He took the yelling, the battering of words, her pulling back and hissing when he offered Justice. He took it, because he knew this could be the last time he had moments with her.
It hurt to sink in, as slowly as it did, but it was there, wheedling in to his mind and making him more cross, and sad about the circumstances. He would have given the world to see this beautiful soul stick around, over him. He was just a p***k with an accent.
Hearing her start telling him to let go, the frenchmans eyes turned up to her again, giving her a sharp look, before walking up to her again, grabbing her hand, squeezing.
"That will never 'appen Nevada. There is a saying I 'eard once, ehh . . ." He paused, trying to get the words together. He did not want to ******** them up. "Th'people you love become Ghosts inside of you, and like this, you keep them alive. It may not be the right answer, mais, you will always be 'ere." He finished, going to lightly press his chest with the hand holding hers. "If I 'ave a 'eart under all this a*****e façade, it will carry you, even when you're . . . " another pause, this time, a soft look, almost a grimace. "Gone."
A sigh.
"I don't like thinking that you will be gone."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:39 pm
"I don't want to be gone..." She clutched her hand, the one he held over his heart and closed her eye. "I don't belong there Dorian, I don't belong in your heart, in your memories. Those should be reserved for better ones..." Chelsea, Abbi, Stormy and anyone that wasn't her.
"I want to give up Dorian, I want to give in. I can't keep this struggle. It's so hard...I'm wearing down." She shook her head, "At this rate...at the rate I am going...Death would be so much better."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 6:33 pm
"I don't see a bad person." He quipped up after a short moment, watching her and going to lift his other hand to ruffle the dark hair of the other Hunter. "If anyt'ing, I am th'bad one - I 'ave the rap sheet to back it up." He stated, his voice having gone much softer than normal. It was like caring for a child or an innocent. He cared about her enough to want her to feel comfortable.
Slowly petting her, he allowd her the break down, nodding his head quietly, still holding her hand. "I don't blame you." He admitted, giving her a soft shrug. "There is a lot you are going through, I'm sure. If y'really need someone t'vent to, you know my room is always open. I want to 'elp make it as easy as possible, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:13 pm
"You've never been a bad one." She elbowed him gently, "I remember a certain hot neighbor getting all sorts of flustered over kisses." She sighed, wrapping her arms around him.
"It won't be easy, I'll probably drag you down with me." She rubbed her face in his shirt. "If I need you, I will come find you." She reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Please....You also...Take care of Chelsea okay?" They had their differences but it was important that the girl was to know and talked too. But not by here. Dorian is perhaps the better to say something.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:49 pm
"Certain 'ot neighbour was more innocent, I assure you." He teased a little, content with the little clarity he was receiving, going to hug her back, sighing a bit. He couldn't help the little colour show up in his cheeks when he received a little kiss, but that was pretty much his natural go to reaction.
"I expect 's not going to be easy at all, I am sure. But, Nevada you've been a bonne amie, I could never turn back for someone who 'as done so much to be my friend." He offered to her, returning the little kiss after a moment of hesitation, over her eyebrow. It was innocent enough!
As she started to ask him about Chelsea, he couldn't help but make a little hmm sound, before nodding to her, hugging her tightly.
"You 'ave my word. I cannot promise t'at I will prevail, because she's an 'andful, but I will see what I can do."
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