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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:44 pm
A sad looked crossed her eyes at the mention of roses. It was quiet, but audible. "I never could grow roses." Her voice snapped back up after that comment though. "Yes, they do."
She walked to the side wall behind them. There was a whole army of vials and jars, mostly glass. "A lot of the plants have medicinal properties. I've been researching it for years." Calintha's excitement for the subject was nearly tangible. It was truly her passion, and one that was going to be lifelong if she had anything to do with it. "They all do marvelous things. Cuts, bruises, scrapes, and many other problems can be helped along with plants."
At that moment the tea kettle whistled from the other room, making her jump slightly. She never used to be so fidgety, but ever since she had woken up loud startling noises had affected her more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:08 pm
So she was into herbal medicines? That could actually be useful. After all, if Ignacio eventually decided to go research the school they had came from, who knew what kinds of injuries he'd come back with. And then he could avoid being rushed to the hospital by his mother and getting scolded by his father for even getting himself in a situation that would lead to injury in the first place.
Ignacio had always been fidgety in the sense that he could never keep himself from jumping from thing to thing to thing for too long. If he managed to keep himself from shifting subjects or activities, he was usually thinking of something else or bouncing up and down on his ankles. Right now, he seemed to be absorbed in the plants, though, and didn't seem to catch the tea kettle whistling until after Calintha jumped.
"Oh, sounds like the tea's done," remarked Ignacio, with another grin, before he looked towards her vials of medicines again. Hm, maybe the secret to immortality could be found through unusual plants...
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:41 pm
"Yea. Hey, do me a favor and grab one of the cans on the bottom row- whichever one looks best to you." She motioned to 3 canisters which were situated on the bottom shelf of her medicine cabinet. The cylindrical containers all had different tea blends in them, each one that she either grew all on her own, or got a base and simply added to it.
Walking into the other room, she grabbed the kettle off of the stove and set it on a potholder on the island. Going to the cupboard, she grabbed two teacups and set them out as well. "Would you like sugar or milk at all?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:16 pm
Ignacio nodded, mostly because he wanted to get closer to the medicinal area anyway. He took a few moments to grab a random can--he honestly didn't care--mostly because he was instead taking a closer look at what she had over there. It would be pretty cool to make his own medicines. He could run a black market where he sold life-saving drugs for expenses! Yes, he could say that he went to Stanford Medical School...
...Did they even have a medical school? Ignacio pursed his lips in thought before shrugging it off and heading back over to Calintha, handing off the random can that he grabbed. "Here you are! Some milk would be nice, and maybe a bit of sugar as well. Actually quite a bit of sugar. I was never the biggest fan of tea, but it's far better than most coffes. Though the coffee at that cafe was good." Oh no, here came the rambling...
Eventually, he somehow got to the point, "Do you want me to sit at the table?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:30 pm
Calintha blinked a bit at his rambling. It was rather strange, her serving tea to a stranger in her apartment, with nothing more than a few shared dreams and an ex school connecting them. "Alright then, though, that might have been the only time I've ever heard someone explain their choice of sugar and milk."
She crossed the kitchen over to the counter, grabbing some sugar and opened the fridge for the half gallon of milk. "Unless you have a better place to have it I guess?" Setting everything down on the table, Cali took the can from Ignacio and measured out a small amount into packets. The hot water was poured straight over them and they were left to steep for a while.
"What exactly do you dream about Ignacio?" Calintha busied herself with bobbing her tea packet up and down, but she was listening intently. They'd discussed nightmares before, but the two hadn't ever really gotten down to what they'd actually seen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:00 am
Sometimes, people wondered how Ignacio kept all his bouncing thoughts contained in his head. Perhaps that was why it was so hard for him to focus. His ramblings were little insights into the true workings of Ignacio's inner chaos. "Alright then." And like nothing had happened, Ignacio sat down and brought the cup closer to himself.
He didn't bob the tea packet for a moment, just letting it sit. "Death," admitted Ignacio, easily. His expression had gone from the excited one he was wearing when he was studying the plants to the bitter one he had been wearing before. "Carnage. Bodies everywhere, torn apart, which I suppose could fit the description..."
But there was a strange part of that dream that was nagging at him. "And the carnage... there's things that come up to it, whatever they were or might've been, that eat the carnage. It's sickening... and I keep picturing my dead and gone friends as the carnage, but that might just be my mind making things worse..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:41 am
"Wow." His dreams were similar to hers in the horror aspect, but Cali's seemed to be different. "Yours are so much more vivid and tangible than mine."
After a few minutes she pulled her tea bag out and set it on the saucer. After added a little milk and sugar she took a sip and looked at the boy next to her. "Mine are much more... abstract than yours." She stared down into the dull red of her teacup. "Blood, darkness. Sometimes white pointed teeth glinting in moonlight. And for some reason wooden stakes keep popping up, shoved into the ground." She couldn't explain it. Zombie dreams were one thing, but no matter how different the dream was, there were always wooden stakes in them.
"I know I've woken up screaming. The first few times the shopkeeper next door came and checked on me, but after that he stopped." At that moment, Calintha looked very sad, and very tired. The dreams were beginning to take their toll on her; she hadn't had a good nights sleep in months.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:51 pm
The teeth sounded similar to his. Those things that ate the carnage... always so animalistic, always with sharp teeth that could tear and rip into carnage so easily like the teeth were meant to do so. Ignacio visibly shuddered at the images that were coming back to him, the images that kept him up every night...
It was why exploring the nightlife had suddenly become more appealing, partially. Last night he had even gone out to honor the friend he had lost, even if a certain someone busted him. "Wooden stakes? I've never seen those in my dreams... but the atmosphere, the atmosphere is the same. The teeth sound like the teeth the monsters in my dreams wear... Blood, death, darkness, terror..."
Ignacio sighed. "I'd tell you to get some sleep now, but since your nightmares are like mine I understand why you'd rather be awake. I'd rather be awake too. Avoiding home too, because then my mother starts asking questions and my father starts griping that I need to move on with my life. Because it's so easy to move on when you don't know what you're moving on from." A bitter chuckle came again, accompanied with a sigh.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:35 pm
Calintha looked over at Ignacio, with sadness in her eyes. It was sad, to see someone else affected like she was. It wasn't something that she'd wish on anyone. She took a slow sip of tea. "I wish I had someone to ask me questions."
It was quite a turn of situations. While it was very true that Cali wanted to be nowhere near her mother, she still wished she had someone there. "Its terrifying yes. But its even more terrifying when you wake up alone, in the dark, afraid of the shadows in the corners." She paused and stood. "And to know that no one is going to come if you scream."
She crossed over to the kitchen counter with a blank face, and returned with a tin of cookies. And almost instantly the moment was gone. Calintha smiled softly and popped open the tin, revealing several different kinds of cookies. The blonde teen had figured out that it was best not to dwell on things too long, otherwise the fear would consume you.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:47 pm
Calintha seemed truly upset. Maybe living alone wasn't the best thing. He hated the fact that her mother kept prying with her continuous questions, but at the same time, hearing her voice reminded him that whatever it was, it was over. It was never going to happen again, and Ignacio could lay back and attempt to relax. Sleeping again wouldn't work, but he could at least relax afterwards...
"Cali," started Ignacio, concerned, but Calintha was already getting up to go get the cookies. He shushed himself, and by the time she got back, he had forgotten what they were talking about directly because the cookies looked delicious. Eagerly, he reached for any cookie and took a bite out of it.
And the terror that Calintha didn't come up again as Ignacio chirped, "These are really good cookies." It was hard to tell if he was respecting that she wanted to change the subject or if his thoughts were jumping from thing to thing once again. At least, though, he was smiling genially.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 6:32 pm
"Thanks." Calintha figured out that baking was pretty much the only thing that calmed her down at night when she had her terrors, along with painting. She had to be doing something with her hands that wasn't centered around her plants. She had a stack of paintings in the corner too, most half finished, waiting for another restless night to be completed.
She sat back down next to him and drained her teacup of its last drops. Tea always was nice, she enjoyed making her own blends quite a bit. "I'm sure some day things will get better. Maybe if we could just figure out what happened, the nightmares would be different." It was a long shot, but it was a hope nonetheless.
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