|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:52 pm
At the sight of the blood that was trickling down the girls knee, Chikara could not help the small snarl that lifted onto her features. Too many times she had seen the weak and helpless wounded because of people like him. And she was gone. Jerked into memories of being beaten and watching others being beaten or man handled. In an instant she was on him, ripping the girls from his grip and pushing her as gently as possible toward the soft green grass. The broken spoon was still in her hand and she was mumbling under her breath, words in a language that none but she could understand. Her eyes had gone blank, emptying of everything but the intent to hurt, or worse kill. Slamming a fist into the side of the mans face, she moved to plunge the jagged edge of the spoon into his throat.
((I have no problem with editing this if need be or if it breaks any of the rules...))
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 3:30 pm
The guard staggered back as Chikara's fist slammed into his face. He was dazed and did not move as he watched the girl come at him, empty eyed, with the jagged spoon. "Don't hurt me please. I won't touch her again. I promise just don't hurt me." His voice trembled and his hand shook.
Addie stumbled forward and landed in the grass. She caught herself with her hands but then lowered herself to the grass and lay there, crying. Rolling onto her side, she drew her knees up to her chest as phantom pain seared through her body. Even though she was in real pain her mind ignored it and only registered the fake pain, which more than doubled the intensity of the pain in her knee.
The driver stepped out of the car a shouted for the girl to stop. To Addie the man's shouts were the scream of sirens, racing down a water soaked highway towards a fatal wreck.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 6:05 pm
She stopped her arm mid-plunge, staring at the man for a moment. Even in her crazed state, Chikara couldn't not take an innocent life. Slamming her fist into his jaw one more time for good measure, Kara slid off the man and tossed the ragged spoon into the grass next to him. She was breathing heavily as she backed away from the man, still lost in her memories of Africa as she moved towards the girl in the grass.
For the most part, when Chikara was like this, words were lost to her and on her. It was a waste of breath trying to talk to her when she was like this as emotions and body language were the only things that could get through to her when she was trapped in memories.
Kneeling beside the girl, her body still tense and prepared, Kara ripped off the bottom edge of her shirt and wadded it up, pressing it to one of the wounds of the crying girls knee. Chikara's face was set into a hard mask yet her hands were gentle as she dealed with the smaller girl. In Africa, it had been your own responsbility to take care of yourself if you were hurt and those you cared about.
When a man stepped out of the car and began to yell at the brown haired girl, Chikara stood and ran towards him, pushing him into the side of the car. "Toemaak jou vuil mond menslik!" She was screaming at him now, her voice loud and clear though the language was not understandable. She had her hands fisted in his collar and her eyes were now seething with venom.
((The transleation of "Toemaak jou vuil mond menslik:" is "Shut your mouth you filthy human!"))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 7:32 pm
Addie never realized the girl step up beside her. She made no move to pull away as the girl tended to her. Flash backs of the sirens wasn't as bad as flashbacks of the crash itself so she knew her surroundings. She couldn't see through the tears on her face but she knew by touch that the girl was on her side. As the driver yelled even more a fresh streak of phantom pain raced through her.
The driver squealed and tryed to push the girl away. "Get over here and stop her!" He was now battleing the girl for volume along with pushing her away. The guard stepped toward the girl but then pulled away, ordered the driver to open the trunk and grabbed all Addie's luggage along with a packet of paperwork and a file. He set them on the ground and moved to get into the car. The driver gave up and lowered his voice, "Her file is on the bag let me go and we'll leave."
Addie sat up, rocking herself slowly. She kept one knee hugged to her chest and the other, injured knee, she pushed out straight. She held the torn cloth to her knee only because the girl had done so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:05 pm
((Okay, so I'll introduce my other patient in a bit, but I do have a new Supervisor I'm going to enter...))
Chikara didn't hear the man, getting lost further and further in her memories. Vaguely she watched as the other man went around behind the car and opened the trunk, but for the most part her gaze was on the pan she held between her fists. It was men like this one that killed innocents, men like him that had made her into what she was.
Suddenly she heard a gunshot and went diving to the ground, hiding her head under folded arms and crawling her way over to the girl to make sure she was alright. The sound was reptitive in her mind, throwing her deeper and deeper into a terrifying past.
The screech of tires sounded to her exactly like that of a rocket shooting off and she screamed, her voice filled with fear, anger and confusion. Crawling quickly away, she snatched out and grasped the broken spoon from before, the feel of a weapon in her hand comforting her.
And then it was silent; no more angry yells from the enemy, no more shots to and fro, nothing but the silence of a waiting battle field. Tears leaking from her eyes, she backed away from the other girl, the one she had saved from the enemy, the two who would like nothing better than to see them both dead and buried.
Backing away from the other girl, she sat crouched with her arms between her legs, her bangs covering her eyes as she tossed the small ragged edge of the blade from hand to hand, unaware of the small cuts when she caught it the wrong way. Chikara watched the girl warily, not quite sure what to do now that it was just the two of them.
With just them, Chikara could not tell if the girl was an enemy or a friend. In war there was nothing you could trust, no one to confide in. One wrong step and she was a goner.
Rion glanced blearily up at the ceiling, waiting for a waking recognition and ease to descend upon him. He had never been a morning person and even now, when most of his work was in the morning, it was hard for him to drag himself out of bed. Finally though, with a sigh and a loud yawn, Rion pulled himself up and began to dress.
On the door just outside his room was a clip board with the days task numbered in order of importance. First and foremost was the arrival of a new patient, Addie Rishon. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Rion let out a small curse and rushed down the hallways, though he was careful not to make any unwanted noise that would disturb the other patients.
He came to an abrupt halt, however, as he passed by a window and saw two patients out on the front lawn as well as a car screeching away. Just from the pink hair he could tell that one of them was Chikara Kizu, the PTSD patient.
Swearing, he quickened is pace and passed a few rooms, one of which he saw Dr. Falen was in. Turning back, he interrupted whatever conversation was going on between Doctor and Patient, knowint that he would like get in trouble for it later. But even so, Rion stopped because he knew that he would not be able to handle the Kizu girl as much as he tried. He had never been able to break through to the girl, not like other had been. "I'm sorry to interupt, but there's a problem out front. Miss Chikara...she's having one of her fits!"
Not waiting for a response, Rion turned and continued on his way, pushing out the front doors and approaching the two teenagers carefully. He knew how Chikara would react to his presence, but more importantly he had to make sure that the other girl was alright. As he got closer and saw Addi holding something black to her knee and a small amount of blood still running down her leg, his gaze automatically went to Chikara and the small sharp thing in her hands.
Pushing those thoughts away for the time being, knowing that it wasn't fair to judge unti he had all the facts, Rion slowly knelt next to the girl, running er fact through his mind. PTSD, Pain disorder and nightmare disorder. Prone to injuring herself and scared to death of vehicals. Swallowing, he made sure to keep his voice low as he spoke, trying to judge her reaction to him. "Addie?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:40 pm
She watched the pink haired girl cautiously and rocked back and forth. At the sound of her name Addie jumped and looked up at the man. The sirens, which had roared up with the girls scream, had faded to a dull back ground noise. Useing the palm of her hands she rubbed her eyes in order to clear the tears but they kept coming. Her eyes were shadowed from lack of sleep and her stomach rumbled for food. She never spoke but finaly she nodded as if to confirm that she was Addie. Tugging at her sleeves she continued her rocking and dropped the cloth, leaving the cuts in plain view. The phantom pain started to fade and was quickly replaced by the real pain, from the scraps on her hands to the cuts on her knee, which was swelling rapidly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:10 am
Yuri looked to him when he stopped her from trying to grasp the flame taking in his last question before answering in a steady devoid tone, “I would die. I would still breathe and walk but I would die. There is no going back on the deal that was made and even if there was if I back out, my family loses everything at best, I can’t do it.” Sitting, looking into the flame, “Could you betray your family for your own happiness? Because I can’t. So once I am free I will be shaped and formed into the trophy wife he wants me to be and pray if I ever have a little girl she be born beautiful and stupid. At least then ignorance can spare her what happened to me.” Though it didn’t show at the moment his apology meant a lot to her it was rare when people asked her what she wanted, “To grow here would only make it worse when I am to return, though I do miss things like drawing and dancing but as William Blake one said…
‘Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.’”
An enigmatic smile crossed her face though most would say it was better than the hopelessness that threatened her, “I suppose if I am telling you my secrets I will tell you the biggest secret I kept from both my own family as his.” Gently taking her hand away she pushed up one of her pant legs just beyond the ankle where some beads were wrapped around. Unloosing them she refastened the clasp and held it up for Georg to see. Made of Jade and gold she held a rosary. From a family that was openly atheist and had even made the news for their beliefs. There child was a devote Catholic.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:00 pm
Georg watched each bead twinkle and glitter as it caught the light of the fire, uncertain what to make of this. His brain was still mulling over what Yuri had told him. It felt as though she'd just dropped the bomb shell of all information, had thrown in his face the missing piece he was looking for. The missing blank was filled in for him and he could see the whole picture.
"This isn't about you, it's about your family." He said tearing his lone gaze from the sacred piece of jewelry. It was not an uncommon case, though the extremes always varied. Those under constant rule, oppressed, chained, often snapped under the unbearable strain, of trying to remain the same and grow. What resulted were twisted outlets of the suppressed soul, taking form in one thing or another. Everything Yuri had done, had endured, had lied about, it was all for the sake of her family. She had already told him she was willing to go back and be that false person her family wanted her to be. Family, who could honestly argue against that? It was like the perfect crime. For Georg the subject was a delicate one and he felt that if he spoke falsely right now, it would just bounce off Yuri and hit him instead. "Yuri it would be selfish to betray your family to chase after your own happiness." Georg spoke slowly as if preparing each word carefully. "But equally, it is selfish of your family to betray your trust to sacrifice a life that is not theirs to command to chase after their own lively hood. Besides, in my experience, I have found that the ONLY obligation you have in this life is to be true to yourself. And in saying that, a family no, any relationship that is built upon the foundation of lies, is only destined to crumble into ruins in the end.” No matter how honest Georg felt he could say this, or articulate his words so that they would have the desired impact of understanding, for some reason, he felt that it just did not carry any weight to them. Rather, it lacked the personal experience that could only be grasped and embraced by one of similar circumstances. And so he considered a trade as he stared at that rosary. “Speaking from…personal experience, It is natural that I would only want what’s best for my family. But I…” Here his words began to tremble unexpectedly, but perhaps that was because he hadn’t expected to think back to his ‘family’. Georg swallowed around a lump in his throat as he forced himself to continue in spite of himself. “But I would never try to dictate my child’s life. Because it is her life and not mine and her being happy is all that would matter to me.” His heart constricted tightly in his chest and Georg pressed on. “At least that is how it is with most parents. But if your choice is to live and please your parents, that is your decision. I just wanted you to realize you have more options than you think you do. As I’ve said before everyone has the right to choose and to be happy. Perhaps you don’t see it, but you know..” Georg reached over to finger the beads that dangled carefully between thumb and fore finger. “…Some things need to be believed before they are seen.” Georg released the beads.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:39 pm
Yuri listened to him with an intentness that she had lacked before. Truly listening. As he released the beads she looked away in thought for a moment going to wrap the beads back around her ankle before she paused mid motion taking them and draping them over her neck. "Does two wrongs make a right?" she asked in a playful joking tone, "If they will not do the right thing than someone has to-" pausing she looked up to the sky, "- but maybe you are right. There are always choices. Many roads and paths to take." her voice started to drift off as she looked into the sky having forgotten all about the fire during her conversation, "It must have been nice to have parents like yours. They must have done something right for you to be here helping me." Curling a strand of her silky black hair around her index finger she pulled the flowers out that she had used to make the small buns. When she had first come to Dear Diary her hair had barely brushed her shoulders because her fiance' had wanted it short unconsciously letting it fall it was past her lower back and if she had been standing it would have brushed her upper thighs. Getting from her Indian style position to balance on the balls of her feet with her knees bent, "We must all have faith Geog. The Lord will show us the way. Who are we to decide what is best for us. If He wishes to save me, I believe he will." Moving to her feet in a fluid motion she spotted the peach tree not realizing they had worked there way across most of the leaf piles bringing them near the orchard. Though many of them had been picked by the staff or other patients Yuri spotted one growing about 25 feet off the ground that was perfect. Taking in an excited breath her eyes sparkled, "Yummeh!" Jumping up and down a few times she clapped her hands together, "Come on I'll get you one too!" Using that as an excuse Yuri shot off toward the tree but instead of slowing down she jumped and pushed off the tree trunk giving her the hight to get to a strong branch and swiftly started to climb up, her husband had always regretted making her take gymnastics.
Able to get out of solitary confinement Desirae had headed toward the cafeteria. She was starving and it showed as she piled a salad large with everything from carrots to chicken to bacon bits until it filled the plate. Adding ranch to the top she was thankful she was allowed to go here as long as she was good. She knew some patients had to have food delivered. Still wearing her long ball gown she sat carefully at one of the smaller tables as she took a small bite with a smile her manners forever intact. Near the doorway she knew her delusions were there waiting for her but they rarely came after her when she was in groups with people unless she let herself be vulnerable so she felt safe as she ate.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:55 am
OOC: Sorry I completely missed that detail.
The fires were burning out, but he noted that Yuri was perfectly content at the moment so he said nothing but followed her as it was his duty to monitor her. He wasn't terribly religious as he was always taught to look at things from a scientific view. But his training did involve a few spiritual fellowships with some chaplains. This was an interesting experience as chaplains were priests for soldiers on the front lines. Soldiers who've had their world shattered by the horrors of war and suffered PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) were often seen to by chaplains before seeing a hospital. As such some of the things these people have experienced were very interesting. As Georg believed, Dear Diary was the most beautiful peaceful and beautiful institution, if you didn't know about all the personal wars everyone waged inside themselves.
Georg believed in the powers above, but he also believed in looking for 'signs'. Even if God knew what was best for people, it didn't hurt trying to help him along the way.
Georg looked up watching the young girl delight in fruit of the tree. "Miss Yuri please do be careful. But while you're up there, could you please pick a few more? I think the other patients who didn't get to come out would enjoy it as well don't you think so?"
And it was at that time one of those signs came but in the form of another doctor who reported that another patient was having an episode. Georg was torn between remaining with Yuri and rushing off. He'd been having such a pleasant time with Yuri, he'd pretty much neglected his other duties as a supervisor and doctor. Deeply disappointed with himself, Georg called up to Yuri. "Yuri, please come down quickly and follow me!" He could not leave her alone, could not and would not. However it was very rare for him to bring along another patient on his tours.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:55 am
((Sry, I was just waiting for N.A.T.A to respond to Rion's request for help with Chikara, but I guess I'll change that...))
Rion sighed, looking back at the doors before it became clear that Georg was not going to help. Pulling on his hair in agravation, he turned back to Addi. Glancing at the small cuts on her knees, he decided that the only way he was going to be able to help Addi was if he calmed Chikara down first. Patting her shoulder as if making sure that she would be okay, he stood and slowly approached the other girl.
Chikara watched silently, still tossing the small, broken spoon from hand to hand. Her eyes were dark with memories. The other man approached her and she saw the warieness in his eyes, saw the hesitation in his movement. Inwardly she laughed, the sound beastial to her own mind, He doesn't want to be anywhere near me, she thought. It was with this thought that she stopped tossing the spoon and kept it in one hand, making sure to keep a good grip on it. When in war, one was always prepared.
"Miss Chikara...let me help you," he said softly, stopping just a foot away from her and kneeling so that they were eye level. He saw her grip tighten on her make-shift weapon and again he hesitated, wondering what else he was supposed to do.
Blue eyes narrowing to slits, Kara glared at the man. Wanted to help? What could he do, trick her and then use her own knife against her? Hmph. Right. Snarling, she snapped her arm out in an attempt to scratch him, satisfied when the sharp edge ran across his cheek.
Shocked, he fell backwards and stared at the girl, surprised even though he knew that he shouldn't be. This was exactly why he didn't like talking to the girl when she was like this, lost in a past long gone. Wiping the blood of his cheek, he sighed.
Snapping out before she could stop him, he grabbed her wrist and knocked the weapon out of her hands, before pinning her hands to her sides. "Calm down now!" he said quietly, making sure she couldn't move. If Addi was as upset as she looked earlier, he wasn't going to take the chance that she would get hurt again.
Beyond angry now, Chikara struggled and tried to jerk away from him, becoming more and more afraid by the minute. All around her the sound of screams and cries echoed and she was only six years old again, thrust into a world of murder and hate, blood and death. Tears slipped down her face as she struggled in the arms of the one who would hurt her. Fear was what drove and fear was what would kill her.
And then she was gone, passed out as her eyes rolled back in her head. Sighing, Rion released her arms and stared down at her, wondering what to do next. Making sure that she would be alright for a few moments, he turned back to Addi. "Are you alright? Did she do that to you?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:26 pm
There was no time to blame himself and no matter how bad Georg felt, or how much he was sure this was his responsibility, all that time self pitying could be put to better use.
He did allow for a small sliver of guilt to cross his mind here and there, as Chikara was on his tour today. He was suppose to have met with her, but no matter how much of a routine Georg could make of his tours trying to check on everyone, Dear Diary was a place full of curves and unexpected turns. You really had to play by ear sometimes.
The man waited for Yuri to come down, but as he did so he automatically went to his trusty clip board, briefing himself on the patient mentioned so he would go in prepared. The doctor, Rion, he believed his name was, should be able to handle the patient for a few minutes until he could come and assist.
Fingers quickly and expertly flipped through the numerous pages skimming over many faces and details, before finally coming to the girl he searched for.
Her picture was clipped to the side so that he could always familiarize himself with her.
Chikara Kizu. Patient was a female of 17 years. Was a victim of PTSD and also had a major A.D.D. Quite frankly a difficult and fustrating combination. She could prove to be a handful at times if you did not know how to handle her. Georg felt as though he should have been expecting this. Once again, he threw a look over his shoulder to Yuri and spoke firmly that brooked no argument. "Yuri, come along, I want you with me." He'd used up precious minutes and knew he had to make up for it. There was an urgency in his steps as he followed where Rion had gone, and knowing that if Chikara was involved, it wouldn't be hard to find either.
Shortly after, he joined Rion. "Rion, what's the situation?" Georg asked coming upon the two...No...Three. He stopped in his tracks when he found yet ANOTHER patient present. Chikara was upon the floor passed out and there was another patient there. One patient he could handle, but when it involved two...That lone eye grew stern. "Rion, what's going on here? What happened?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:16 pm
Without taking his eyes off of Addi, Rion shifted slightly and answered George, trying to work up a smile but unable to. "Well, to be honest, I don't really know." He was quiet for a moment, before reaching out to pull the small peice of black fabric from her knee, checking to see if the bleeding had stopped. "I came out here to get Addi and make sure she was able to settle at DDA alright, but by the time I got here, Addi was like this and Chikara..."
Finally, he glanced at the unconsious girl, trying to think of a how to word his next sentence. "Something must have happened to make Chikara lose it, but when I came over here, it looked like she was trapped in her memories again." He pointed to the small cut on his cheek, a mild smile on his face. It hurt yeah, but he wasn't upset about it. He knew that Chikara didn't eally mean to hurt him. "She tried to attack me. I knocked the broken spoon out of her hand and pinned her arms to her side, kept her from moving or doing anything else and the next thing I know, she's passed out."
Rubbing a hand over his tired face, he sighed and looked up at the older man. "I don't really understand it..." he said finally.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:06 pm
 [A] l.y.s.s.a.l
Alyssa rocked back and forth quietly, staring blankly at the wall before her. The rocking was not frantic and erratic, merely a comforting movement, fluid and gentle. Her right arm was wrapped protectively around her legs that were drawn up to her chest. The pad of her left thumb rested on her bottom teeth as she held the digit gently between her jaws. Her lips were closed upon the boney joint. She sucked on her thumb lightly as she rocked in her fetal position, curled up on the bed in her room. Her hair hung down against her cheeks and neck like a dark curtain hiding her from view. Her chin rested on her knees and her toes were curled down as she continued the movement.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Nothing specific was going through her mind at the moment... She just stared. Nothing more. Nothing less. She was in auto-pilot and even though she wasn't thinking about it, defensive and wary, though not consciously aware of her surroundings. Her breathing was even and her thoughts clear. Her conscious mind was completely blank, not white, not black. Just blank... Clear perhaps...
Her subconscious mind however continued its continuous thought process, soon to invade the persently calm conscious mind with its jabbing thoughts. It would be no bother though. There was nothing wrong with it coming in. Alyssa didn't mind nor did she care. It wasn't as if there was anything to do but think in this place. She had no desire for friends and so, her thoughts were her companions and nothing else. She had resigned herself to this place and no longer had any wish to go anywhere. She had all but sunken deeper into her depression, feeling tired and listless with no hope. She didn't want anything any more. Everything was just gray to here. Flickering tones of gray. Why couldn't anything stay one colour like her?!? Everyone was so emotional and there moods shifted crazily! Why couldn't they stay still? Why... It hurt her eyes... She just wanted it to stop. If only they could stay solid black like her... Or maybe white... It would all be better if they stopped. They wouldn't feel so bad. Everything would be perfect like that.
Akyssa removed her thumb from her mouth and wrapped her left arm around her legs, overlapping with her right arm. She let herself start thinking again and the rocking motion stopped. Her eyes wandered slowly around, taking in her surroundings, he room in an asylum.
Blank... Plain... Gray...
She fell to her side on her bed and stared at the headboard of the bed with her dark eyes dull. She reached out tentatively before furtively snatching her dark brown Gund Snuggles Bear, protectively clutching it to her chest and drawing her legs up over it. She buried her nose affectionately into its slightly worn fur that made its head. She just breathed in the familiar scent for she had refused to let anyone wash her plush animals. She rubbed her cheek against the top of its brown furred head before speaking.
"Hello Mocha." Alyssa's voice came up quietly, not enough for her voice to carry. She continued on in a soft whisper. "I hate it here. I want it all to end. Why can't it just stop! I want it to stop!" Her whisper stayed the same despite the inflection. No true emotion seemed to shine through with the apathetic girl.
Alyssa, though quite insane in a way, was not exactly talking to her bear as if it would speak back... No... She knew that they would never speak her secrets. Would never tell anyone. That's why she could talk to them because they wouldn't let her down. They would never betray her because they couldn't. They were just stuffed animals. Her stuffed animals. Just hers. At those thoughts, a malicious smirk crept upon her face. Hers.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:25 pm
Yuri ignored Georg the first time he called for her to come down focusing all her energy on the rapid ascent. It wasn't until the stern tone came into his voice that she looked down. She knew something was wrong so she quickly gathered as many peaches as she could hold in her upturned shirt before looking down again. Her stomach was showing but she made sure to keep her chest covered out of decency as she saw Georg leaving and his assumption was correct she would follow him as long as she was able. She didn't want to tell him but the color was starting to fade around the edges of the world but with no where near the speed it usually did. She liked to think she was doing better, perhaps so perhaps not. Since his back was turned she cradled the fruit in a cage of her arms before jumping out of the tree. Yuri hit the ground with a thunk rolling as she landed but smiled as the fruit was ok. Covered in more dirt and probably rising bruises she ran after Georg coming upon the scene she stayed a few feet back holding the bottom of her shirt in one hand and eating a peach with the other. As fragile as her world was she knew it could always be worse. If she came to a situation she didn't like she could fade into a world where she felt nothing. Others were not so lucky.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
