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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:39 pm
‘”Yes.”
Hel nodded her head firmly and continued to star up at the Psychopomp. “I will clean my bed if you tell me.” Maybe she was sounding a bit desperate, but she really wanted to know.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:51 pm
Mac's lips pressed into a thin line. He needed a reason? Really? This was why he didn't do things for no reason; because people always expected him to have one, and it was frustrating that he really didn't have anything of note. With a heavy sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand, staring down at her like he was suddenly very tired of this whole thing.
"You're my friend, Hel. Do I really need more of a reason than that?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:58 pm
Hel just stared at him for a long while, just thoughtfully.
After a while she hummed a bit softly. “Fair enough.” She replied, and moved away from him to slide off of the bed, landing on her feet with a sway before she reached out to steady herself on her nightstand. “…So. I need to clean my bed now.” Since Mac was sitting on it, he obviously needed to move.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:33 am
"Damn straight fair enough." Mac snorted, watching her stand - or at least the pathetic move she counted as standing. He measured what he needed to say to her, pondering his available routes in this particular conversation. One, he could force her to sit somewhere and do it himself, or he could let her do it on her own. Tough choice, really...because there was a chance she could hurt herself, but on the same token...Hel needed to get up and move, so maybe doing small things would help. Plus, less of her snark to deal with from her issues.
"Well okay, but if you strain yourself too much I'm going to take over." He warned her, getting up off the bed and standing to the side, leaning back against the dresser. Black eyes watched her the entire time, surveying her for the amount of work needed doing verses her physical state of wellness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 6:03 pm
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Hel dismissed, pausing as she stared down. Hmm. All her new sheets were in a container under her bed. The ghoul let out a deep breath and slowly started to kneel. Once she was on the floor, she pulled out a container and pulled out some new, fresh sheets. Standing up was a slow and rigid process asw well, but once she was up, she placed them on the dresser next to Mac, and then went about slowly peeling the old sheets off of the bed, tossing her quilts onto the floor as well.
Not bad so far….even if she was doing it rather slow. “…How is Lizzy?” She asked quietly after a moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 7:07 pm
Mac watched her like a hawk. Any sign of wear or any tearing would have him interfere immediately. When the old sheets were placed beside him he made a face at them, as if disgusted by what he saw (or smelt)...which he really was. Despite living in a room that could only be deemed a 'pigpen' for a while, he was actually somewhat of a germaphobe. Somewhat. Only when there were extensive wounds involved, like this one.
The question made his unwavering black stare falter for a moment. How is Lizzy? That's...a rather open ended question. He pondered it for a moment or two, and in the end shrugged. "That depends, do you mean the Lizzy now or the Lizzy before the whole Haunted House Fiasco?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:52 am
Hel paused, leaning against the bed for a moment as she tried to fight down the burning ache from so much movement. “Obviously the one now.” She replied, glancing back at him. “Think I would rather hear about the present then the past.”
Taking a deep breath and willing herself to keep going until the task was done, she started to spread the new sheets over the mattress, and somehow managed to finish. With a sigh, she came over to retrieve the dirty sheets and went to go toss them into a laundry hamper. Hel backtracked, and picked up one of her quilts, the one that had been covering her back and made a face. Okay, she couldn’t use that one right now. It got tossed into the hamper as well, and she then tossed the other quilts back onto the bed.
She then ‘Vanna White’d her bed to the Psychopomp with a ‘well’? expression.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:13 am
"I thought so." Mac sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a calloused hand. "Couldn't tell ya." There was a lot of things Lizzy was feeling, he could tell most of them; why he hadn't cornered her and given her his usual 'help' was beyond him. Though perhaps, just perhaps, he hadn't bothered her because he knew what was going on and why she was like that; besides, he didn't know how to approach it with her. His definition of 'help' was thoroughly spartan, but the only way he could do his usual 'help' would be to take another Hunter and make her kill it.
Which even he had to admit was a bad thing.
"She's been avoiding me. I think she feels guilty about it all, like she regrets every action that day, and yet somehow understands that it was something that had to be done." He shrugged, unable to get anywhere else with his thoughts or expressions; Lizzy wouldn't talk to him, and if she did she was thoroughly careful to avoid the topic like the plague. She never was good at nonchalant topic changes.
The Vanna White motion made him laugh, and he moved from his spot to inspect her work, even picking at the fabric and twisting some invisible substance between his thumb and index finger. His meticulously scrutinized search of her work completed, he looked up at her, and gave her a thumbs up.
"It'll do, I guess." It was the best she was going to get under the circumstances! "So where is Mot? Or Freya? Why wasn't anyone else here?"|
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:26 am
Hel waited to hear about Lizzy, and upon being told, it made her brows furrow as another weight settled on her chest. “…Ah.” The ghoul rolled her shoulders a bit, briefly allowing her to think back on that evening. “…I think I can see it. I think the only thing that can help that will be time…” Letting that Hunter walk out alive wasn’t an option, even if he hadn’t…
She wanted to say something else on the matter, but anything she could think of just seemed to fall short, so she kept her mouth shut, and watched Mac scrutinize her bed. “For a usually lazy and highly un-motivated b*****d, you are pretty odd about your cleaning.” She commented idly, and once given the approval, Hel climbed back onto her bed and flopped back down on her stomach. She was nice enough to hug the wall though, leaving Mac plenty of space to sit if he so wanted.
Oh.
Hel was silent for a moment. “…I do not know where Mot is, honestly.” She muttered. “…I made him leave after he took me here, and I have not seen him since…” At her sister, the ghoul scoffed. “She was hovering like a flesh eating harpy, and I could not exist in oblivion with her doing that, so I made a deal with her. She leaves me be for two to three days and then I let her hover.” Hel turned her head on its side to look at the psychopomp, a wry smirk on her face. “Joke is on her though. I will be leaving for the Isles soon. She does not know.”
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