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 Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 5:23 am
First attempt to understand the current situation in the most diplomatic way: complete and total failure.
Her expression turned to pure despair. “Aaaah! I’m sorry! I’m terribly sorry!” replied the embarrassed girl taking all the blame for herself, going closer but not actually daring to make physical contact with Yvette, seeing how they didn’t know each other very well after all, and she already had what seemed to be good friends going to her rescue anyway. With her best understanding voice, she said: “You don’t have to tell me now, it’s okay, you’re not alone, we’re here. Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!”
In the back of her mind, she really hoped the sleeping man wasn’t someone like Yvette’s father or uncle. That would be several shades of tragic and awkward.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:19 pm
By the time the girl's deep purple eyes managed to peek back open, there was a white handkerchief in her line of sight. She didn't need an instruction manual to know what it was for, and the girl didn't even bother to ask if it was okay. It was being offered, and her eyes were already very wet. Her thin fingers tugged the white cloth away from Azzo's fingers, then delicately began to dab away the tears from her eyes. Of course, the tears kept coming, so she was somewhat stuck in this motion of tear-dabbing.
Her tear-blurred eyes were still somehow on her father's face, one hand holding on firmly to his large hand. Apparently her rather sudden crying had started some sort of stir amongst the company though. Even now, in her time of need, she still couldn't help but think how selfish she was being by being so upset in front of everyone else. Mentally, Yvette might have acknowledged that she was selfish, but she wasn't really changing her song at all.
In fact, to make matters seem even more selfish, the girl weakly requested "...c-can I have a cookie?" It seemed to come out of nowhere, but there had been mention of cookies earlier. And Yvette was very hungry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 10:00 pm
Melody didn't have much to say, or even really offer, save for the constant hugging and soothing sounds that she hoped were working. Though had she known that Yvette was having thoughts of self-loathing towards feeling selfish, Melody would have let her know that it was okay to feel this way. As far as she knew it was only human to feel guilt and to cry and what not, so what was the harm?
The only action her tears caused were worry, and they'd likely worry regardless. Because that's what friends did; worry. And though she didn't know the newcomer's connection with Yvette, aside from them obviously knowing each other from school, she had the feelign that every one in the room considered the soft-spoken girl their friend.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:02 pm
Azzo didn't really have much to say. He didn't know what to say. Obviously Yvette's father was really important to her, he gave a soft frown thinking for what he could.
The only thing he could actually do was pull out puppets and try to cheer her up that way, but he didn't think now would be the time to do that. So he softly placed a hand on her knee. Since he was sitting on the floor there wasn't much else he could reach and looked at Yvette. "You just have to be strong for him."
He said softly with a smile, "He'll get better, and everything'll be back to normal." It was hard to think of something good to say when you didn't even like your own father. Not to mention he'd never actually met the Giant Man.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 2:13 pm
Her smile was still a bit sad and forced, but she did her best to show a positive attitude. Her body language only half succeeded, with her holding of her own hands in front of her stomach and her tendency to look down.
Fortunately, there were cookies.
“… huh… oh, right, the cookies.”
From her shoulderbag, she extracted a smaller plastic bag holding a layer of crumbs and three whole cookies. This was a welcome break from the sudden outburst of emotions. Alessa dealt better with crisis when she could help with something, even insignificant and minor. Handing cookies was the most concrete thing she could do at this point, anyway.
“Did I say they’re homemade?” asked the girl, handing one to Yvette, still mellow and whole. “Does… does anybody want one?”
She was fast to make friends, and already considered Yvette as one (just like Azzo, and probably Melody too by the end of the day), but it was hard comforting someone you didn’t know all that well. In an unclear situation. When you’ve never lived the drama of having a relative going to the hospital. Yep.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:08 pm
Every part of him wanted to turn around and sprint back home but no. He kept walking. He couldn't help but think that this was entirely his fault even though all these injuries were there before he'd even gotten there. Topher's eyes were plastered on the small gift basket of things his mother had made when she'd heard about the accident. White chocolate brownies, chocolate chip cookies, a small cup of banana pudding with vanilla cookies and of course the flowery get well card his mother bought for her. Still, it didn't feel like enough. He was there and knew what happened. How could he actually stand there in the hospital room and not burst out with a flurry of apologies.
This was going to be a difficult meeting. Every fiber of his being was concentrated on not slipping up. Revealing that he was Sailor Taurus for the sake of apologizing was something he just couldn't do. But hearing Yvette crying was almost the last straw. His shuffling footsteps stopped just in front of the door, arm raised to knock on the door. All the apprehension from everything that had happened was welling up in the pit of his stomach, his hand shaking as it touched the door much too gently to make a noise.
Topher sighed and lifted his hand again, finally knocking hard enough to be noticed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:31 pm
The handkerchief was set down, folded up nicely along the bright orange fabric of her school uniform skirt. Yvette knew you couldn't eat a cookie and hold a handkerchief and hold her Daddy's hand all at once. Something had to give, so in this case, it was the hanky.
It took a little while, but eventually a cookie was placed in the girl's small hand. Her hand curled around the little treat, and soon enough it was brought up to her mouth where she began to start nibbling. Her tears hadn't really stopped, and in all honesty, they only seemed to get bigger as they dripped down from her eyes. It was something straight from a Miyazaki film, only a bit slower since Yvette was a horribly slow eater. Her eyes looked to Azzo for a moment, as if giving him permission to take his hanky back, and at the sound at the door, to Melody to silently ask her to get the door.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:11 am
It was painful to watch Yvette suffer like this, tore at heart strings but Melody would be strong. She was doing this to help Yvette in her time of need. With that resolve in mind, she kissed the top of the girl's head gently - almost motherly really - then stood to make her way to the door.
On the way past she grabbed for a cookie from Alessa, murmuring a soft thank you as she did so, then paused in front of the door, Taking a quick bite of said cookie, she swallowed it before openign the door much like she had before, smiling sadly to the person on the other side.
"Here to see Yvette?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:16 pm
Tara had a reason to go to the hospital. Most of the nurses in the Glasgow wards recognized her from her frequent visits. When one of them, noting Tara's uniform, commented that there was a gathering of Meadowview students down the hall, it was only natural to investigate. Wasn't it?
Laney could wait until she looked in on the Weavers, she decided. Not just because Laney had always been patient with her, but because Tara was itching to know how Yvette was. And her father too, of course, but Yvette was her main concern. Tara knew what it was like to be worried about someone in the hospital. While she couldn't pretend that it was anything like having a parent injured in front of her, she was still haunted by it, and could only imagine the kind of pain a sensitive girl like Yvette was in.
She'd learned early on that gifts of food were mostly wasted on comatose patients. This time, Tara had brought a plant to infuse the room with life. It wasn't too hard to pick up another at the florist. After some deliberation, she went with aloe very for the healing connotations. There may not have been any proof that such measures helped, but they couldn't hurt.
Balancing one pot in each hand, Tara approached the door slowly. Before she could even worry about knocking, she spotted another visitor waiting to be admitted. Considering that he was there too, she wasn't too surprised to see Topher there. Before she could comment, though, the door opened. It seemed that Yvette had quite a few visitors already, which made Tara feel a little better.
"If she's up to it," Tara told Melody, looking at Topher for confirmation. He was surely there for Yvette as well... though what that meant, she couldn't really tell just yet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:37 am
Melody gave the other girl the same smile she had given the young man before nodding and opening the door completely to let them in. She was really only playing door hostess because Yvette kept asking her too, she was sure the other one wasn't up for doing much but watching her father until he woke up. She didn't blame her.
"She's as up for it as she can be, honestly," was the quiet reply. "But please, come in. I'm sure she'll be glad to see the both of you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 10:45 am
As the other students arrived, she greeted them with a timid smile. Well, Yvette did seem to have many friends, and that was heart-warming. In a way.
The cookies disappeared from her sight fast enough. Half a success. This was still several shades of awkward, and Alessa only waited for an epiphany, the moment someone would say out loud what happened. At this point, she was fearing the man (who hadn’t moved an inch except to breath very slowly) was someone like Yvette’s father. Assuming things wasn’t her forte though, and herself stayed mostly very still, uneasy and silent, looking around, waiting for… something. If only her brain could find something nice and comforting to say…
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:48 pm
Topher was honestly surprised to see Tara there though she was definitely a welcome face in his book. Even in training she let him calmer and more collected but, aside from that, he'd never seen her with anyone else. He knew that they were acquainted but visiting her in the hospital? He definitely needed to brush up on the friendships around him. Of course, that brought up the question of why he cared so much. They were all there for Yvette and that's all that mattered.
In the end, he may have been a captain to her but he certainly wasn't acting like one not that he really did when he was supposed to be. Head down, arms tightening around the rather large basket he was carrying, all he could do was nod in response to both of them and look up wearily at his zodiac teammate.
He shuffled quietly into the room, one foot barely inching out in front of the other as he did, trying to stare out through the slight gaps in his shaggy hair. Seeing the man on the bed and the flustered Yvette beside him nearly brought back the awkward tears he'd been trying to stop since he'd gotten there. Chocolates, baked goods and cards weren't going to make this any better.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:27 pm
The girl continued to attempt nibbling on her treat, but eventually the tears were a bit too much and she had to stop. Setting the barely touched cookie on the hankie, then turned to face the door for a brief moment. Yvette had heard a familiar voice, but was surprised that not only 1, but 2 of her friends entered the room. Topher with a big basket, and Tara with a potted plant of some sort.
The quiet girl tried to smile. She really tried. However, all her efforts seemed for naught, since her eyes were red and puffy, her face was streaked with tears, and the smile could never make it past lop-sided at best. All of these people had come to visit her for some reason or another, and here she was, being a mopey. They really didn't have to be here.
In her tiny voice, she spoke up again, but it wasn't anything cheerful in the slightest. "I... I'm s-sorry... I'm s-sorry everyone..."
It shouldn't have surprised anyone that Yvette was apologizing for something that she shouldn't have been apologizing for.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:34 pm
It didn't surprise Melody one bit as she once again moved over to try and comfort the girl. She did, however, make sure to leave room if anyone else wanted to offer her hugs or anything of the like. Her only source of comfort for the girl this time was running a gentle hand over her hair, smoothing it down.
She could apologize all she wanted, but none of them (as far as Melody knew) would ever blame her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:01 am
Azzo watched as the others entered the room and his head tilted, he seemed to be thinking, almost like he knew those two. However, he wasn't sure.
His moved to look at Yvette who was apologizing again, he frowned. He slowly stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You don't have to apologize." He said softly, "It's not your fault Yevette." He looked at her.
"I've got to do a few things." He said tiredly. "I hope he gets better." He offered a soft goodbye.
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