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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:56 pm
Clarissa never seemed to get her answer from her porcupine-like friend. She'd not said anything since Elizabeth had said what she wanted to ask. "I would greatly appreciate a shower," she quietly said. She looked over at Elizabeth to see her ruined books. It made her sad to see them in such a wreck. Elizabeth needed them more. And hey, at least I've already read them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:04 pm
"Do you want to go home and get your own clothing, or should I provide something for you? And facilities again can be retrieved from your home or right here."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:11 pm
Elizabeth's mind flashed back to the dead bodies - the dead bodies of people she'd killed - a fact she had acknowledged but still hadn't confronted. "Well, uh, I don't think we should be going to our homes...." she replied, drifting off as more attention was directed towards her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:13 pm
Helena jerked from sleep, eyes wide, one hand on her collarbone. She was breathing rather heavily, startled and worried. But why...? She relaxed and set her head against the wall, trying to think it through. However, the Thief laid more pressing information upon her. Home? Grissom didn't know if she could handle home right now. She'd feel strange, alien even. "I'd rather take care of my business here," she requested quietly. She turned her head away and shut her eyes yet again, trying to determine just what had been so wrong with her dreams...
In the end, she gave up. Grissom couldn't remember a damn thing. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she folded her arms over her stomach. Every now and again, she absolutely loved having hair at this length: she could hide her face if she so chose, and now was one of those times.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:41 pm
Clarissa's eyes widened at the thought of going home. "I can't go home." The police were probably out looking for her by now. Not to mention, she couldn't handle the thought of seeing her family's corpses again. "If it's not too much trouble, may I please use the facilities here?" She saw how the other two girls hadn't wanted to leave and didn't blame them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:59 pm
"I uh, I second that..." Jesse said as he looked down at himself. Though he didn't really remember what had happened at his own home, he was sure that he didn't want to go back there just yet. If his family were still alive, then it was better that he stayed far, far away from them at this point in time.
He turned his attention back to Clarissa and gave a goofy smile.
"I'm sorry, My name's Jesse. Guess this is rather an odd time for formalities..." he said, running a hand through his hair while leaning against the wall behind him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:49 am
Lance added his voice. "Yeah, uh, kinda massacred a few folks..." He bit his lip hesitantly. "It seems like the consensus is fairly clear. Here'll be fine."
"Very well," The Thief replied. Now there were two doors here. They hadn't been there before. Right? Each was clearly marked with a stick figure representing each gender. "Within there will be private dressing rooms and showers. There should be enough variation in the clothing to satisfy you all. Hurry now, we haven't got much time to waste."
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:59 am
As the Thief spoke, she turned her head to see what he was talking about. And sure enough, there were doors where once solid blackness had stood. Helena rose to her feet slowly and skirted around the group to make her way inside. She was still deeply disturbed by the dream she failed to remember, and it was weighing heavily on her mood.
Being the first one in, she located a towel. It was no surprise to her that one was already hanging on a hook outside each shower. Conveniently, there was one for each girl. She stepped into the shower farthest from the entrance, stripped, and tossed the clothes out before starting up the warm water.
As it passed over her, she took a deep breath, feeling some of her tension evaporate. As the gauze around her middle was drenched, Grissom then recalled it was there. She unwrapped it, curious to feel the difference. Running tentative fingers over her backside, she found that the only sign that anything had been done were small flecks of scab tissue. They already flaking off, flowing toward the drain to who knew where. She smiled a little at that, but it was short-lived. Then she began to properly wash herself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:52 pm
Clarissa shuffled behind Helena and grabbed her own towel. She was eager to get the smell of blood off her. The water poured down on her and she waited till all the blood washed away. The smell is never gonna leave me, is it? She was starting to dislike showers - this was the second one she'd had since the transformation, and both times it was because she got bloody.
After thoroughly cleaning herself, she left in her towel to peruse the clothing the Thief had in store. She grabbed some clothes and returned to the stall to change. This place has been breaking the rules of physics, why not provide nice clothes to go along with it? She came out with a beige turtleneck sweater and dark jeans. She kept her original shoes, since they were still in good condition.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:24 pm
Helena stepped out of the shower stall with her towel wrapped around her securely. For several seconds she stared at her clothes on the floor, desperately wishing to put them back on. Who knew where they were going or just what they'd be doing? Certainly not Helena. She frowned and strode to the public wardrobe, finally surrendering to the fact that she had to surrender her comfort for the sake of hygiene.
After a few minutes of going through the selection, Grissom carried a few items to the shower. She came out in black sweats similar to her previous pair, a white tee, and a midnight blue hoody. She liked to make sure she was prepared for all possibilities, like variable weather. Like Clarissa, Helena kept her old shoes. Feeling rather refreshed and with the mystery dream tucked away in the back of her mind, she was certainly in a better mood; not great, but better.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:06 pm
Lance didn't speak much, nor did he go to any great troubles as he went about his own business. The jeans and t-shirt he wore were scarcely different from his former set of clothing, and his sneakers were just as identical. Any hint of player-ism had dissipated. He spent a lot of time staring at his hands. It was probably shock.
The Thief himself was occupying time in an unusual way. There was now a heavy punching bag hanging in the center of the room, and The Thief was simply smacking it around. He didn't teleport, he didn't move unnaturally quickly - he was just practicing, almost like a boxer or an MMA fighter. His face was steely and unreadable. His body, however, spoke some variety of excitement.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:33 pm
Clarissa had just gotten out of the facilities when she saw that Lance was still in shock. She went over to him and contemplated on lightly touching his arm (she'd do it with her hand covered by her long sleeved shirt). But if she did that, then what would she say? What comforting thing could she POSSIBLY say in a situation like this?
Instead, she shuffled over to the Thief. She wrangled with her hands until she worked up the courage to ask, "Sir? You've been very kind to us, but I was wondering you could do one more favor." She paused before continuing, "Could you please train me to fight? I don't want to go through what happened before." Never again did she want to feel vulnerable around Agent R.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 9:12 pm
"Of course," The Thief replied, performing a perfect hammer kick - his legs had to have reached a straight, 180 degree angle. "It's just it won't be a brief process... and your... abilities change things a little. Like yours. You probably don't even feel it when you punch. I still do, unless I protect myself otherwise. Or the bladed hands... I don't know what to teach you, specifically.
"You're simpler, though. Come here," he instructed, and she did so. "Now, you can just punch with your arm," he demonstrated, and the bag moved. "I can get away with it because of my unusually, specifically-built up arm strength. But to get some good force, you use everything, see?" He twisted his entire torso and struck with force. The bag moved substantially further; the accompanying thud was much louder.
"You try it. It's a simple thing, but it's critical."
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:51 pm
Saieve watched with interest as The Thief attempted to teach Clarissa how to punch. He smiled.
"Hey, maybe you and I could spar sometime, Thief, the only one who ever offers a good fight anymore is my brother."
He smiled at the thought, "What style do you do?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:02 pm
"There really isn't a name for it. I've assembled everything I could learn, and then I add my... specialties to it. I've been across the world and back; there isn't anything that hasn't influenced what I do."
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