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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:31 pm
Things were getting heated. Maybe he'd started it. Stormy got mad, and it threw Nevada over the edge. Otto let her go, but as she began to shove Stormy, he fought to freeze himself from the stupor he realized he was in. Nevada backed off, and Otto tried to step in-between them. Nevada couldn't do damage to her, but he still couldn't watch it happen. They were supposed to be friends, after all. He couldn't very well yell at Nevada for her words to Stormy. Scolding her seemed like it might send her running. She wasn't allowed to be alone. Not like this. "Nevada. She loves you. She wouldn't be here if she didn't." He tried to keep his own temper down, a feat that was proving immensely difficult. It was so against the grain of what he was made of. Keeping himself from being emotional was nearly impossible. The strain in his face, reddened eyes, shaking voice was obvious, even if his choice of words were not. "You're right. We can't begin to understand. We just wanna be here for you. We don't want you to be alone." His voice was firmer than he wanted, the softness he'd reserved just for her in the last few days gone. He was tired, he was scared. He hoped Stormy didn't mind him too much as he spoke for them both. He assumed she felt the same way. His arms opened softly, trying to invite her back from curling into herself. "Come on..." He wasn't ready to lose her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:03 am
It wasn't hard to push her back at all, the shock of being accused like that stunning her; her fist remained balled up even as the cloth slipped from her grasp, nails biting into her palm. Did Nevada honestly think . . . ? The initial burst of anger had calmed back down in seconds, but it seethed under the surface while Nevada shouted. She wouldn't do that again: not while Otto was watching at least. But her fist trembled ever so slightly nevertheless; the rush for action had felt good, if misplaced.
This isn't her, she kept reminding herself. It's the sickness. It's a corrupted Tourette Syndrome, words spat out without Nevada really meaning them. It was the only way Stormy could keep going. Nevada didn't mean it, she couldn't possible mean it . . .
Thane stirred, snapping at the little, dangerous connections she kept making with every sentence hurled her way. < < Pull back. Do not validate her claims with a rebuttal. > >
She almost growled at her partner--that seemed to be a language he understood--but instead bit her tongue, backed off, and let Otto speak for them both. Her cheeks had darkened thanks to her sudden outburst, stinging--like her body was punishing her for daring to be anything less than patient, perfect; she rubbed at them like her hand was an eraser. Otto was doing his best to hold back, it looked like; the least she could do was do the same and pull her weight in this, especially since he had done this for days and wasn't cracking.
Deep breaths.
"He's right, you know." Whatever was poisoning Nevada's mind, if it was that bad against her then maybe Otto's words would get to her (as much as it pained her to think). "We're doing everything we can to support you in our own way. I guess Otto didn't mention what I found." She didn't blame him if so: a lot had gotten thrown her way in just seconds, let alone what he probably had heard in hours. "There's an artifact out there that'll fix what we can't. It can mend the bond," Stormy explained patiently. "I'm going to lead a team out there really soon. But I need you to stop hurting yourself, Nevada."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:45 am
She was boiling under the skin, bubbling under the surface. Where was she? Deep inside, hidden by deep dark cruel thoughts. The closer she felt to dying, to losing hope...the more she sank into grief and anger and sorrow. No one was safe from her.
Delusion, Crazy, Physcotic. She was only doing exactly what everyone said she would. She glared at both of them, standing there like they knew what she was going through and yet fearing they would leave her to face it alone. Why did she feel so alone.
Her gaze fell to Otto, softened even a bit...He was right, remember that Otto was your rock, remember he was trying.
And Stormy, she was fighting...she was fighting. Tears dripped and she brought her hands up to her head again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She murmured, "I don't mean the things I say, Please don't leave me..." She shook her head.
And then Stormy said it, breathed a hope in her...That hope opened a clarity. It was the only thing she had left to cling too. The only thing that could save her
Her hands dropped and she looked tired, but there was a glimmer of sanity, a glimmer of hope. "You found something?" She blinked, "Stormy...Why haven't you-" She shook her head, it was like the old Nevada. "You work too hard for me, you work too hard." She reached over and gently embraced the girl. "I'll try, I can try..." She sighed, "Sometimes I don't remember the things I do. You might....it might be best to put me somewhere where I won't hurt anything..." She let Stormy go and went over to Otto now, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry i'm so broken."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:13 pm
They'd somehow succeeded, he and Stormy both. Otto felt some tension leave him as she came back to her senses. That had been the longest of her breakdowns. They'd likely only get worse. Once he felt her around his waist, he brought his arms up to rub her back. "Don't be sorry. We know.." It was hard, and they knew. "We'll keep on trying for you. Try not to worry too much. Stormy is workin' her a** of for you. She's a great friend." He looked to Stormy then, wondering how they could keep Nevada from hurting herself or anyone else. "What'dya think?" Nyxtsuki Moon Using my cell phone's personal hotspot for a post! hopefully I get grandma's nets working soon
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:40 pm
She relaxed more as Nevada calmed down but kept tight-lipped through the hug as she returned it, only seconds of contact for something she would've rather cling to than let go. Deep breaths. Be professional, be an adult.
As Nevad and Otto held each other, Stormy considered his question. She had several ideas, none of them savory--nothing she would have suggest a friend to, let alone someone who was her sister in all but blood. The question was, was ignoring them really a good idea just because they made her uncomfortable? Thane reminded her that any manner of softness now would only invite trouble later, but . . .
She wondered if this was what Lance felt like as a leader: having someone look to her like she had the right answers when she was just as much grasping in the dark for something to hold onto. She wasn't a great friend: just a desperate one.
Stormy took another breath and exhaled slowly, returning to a state closer to her usual upbeat attitude for their sakes. "I think a nap's in order for you, bestie," she said gently. "That's why you don't feel so good: you can get really grumpy if you don't get enough sleep, and it messes you up something fierce." She hesitated, glanced at Otto apologetically, appeared ready to say something, and then continued as if the pause never happened. "If you need something, let us know; we'll be here. But I really think you'll feel better after you sleep." She accompanied this with as warm a smile as she could manage.
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