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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:55 am
Wounds
"Not ... me ..." she whispered slowly, a coughing fit beginning after that split one of the cuts open on one part. More blood. Hopefully the bandages would do their job.
The pain gave her an excuse to try wracking her brain for the person Gretchen spoke of. The girl sounded incredibly convinced and Chel didn't want to leave someone hanging like that. But try as hard as she might, she couldn't remember anything.
Maybe the girl was clinging tightly to a memory that Chel didn't share? Like, she had done paperwork with a handful of faceless names. Maybe it was one of those people?
But ... the other things about being introduced to Jack, promises of monster prevention ... those were hard to fake.
Still, it wasn't Chel. She couldn't pretend to be someone she wasn't.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 1:08 am
Adapt(Sitting beside a cot, a bracelet, a sinking feeling of helplessness, of a disconnect that ran too deep, and isn't this just ******** familiar—) "Can you tell me a little about that dream?" he asked, slipping his thumb out to cross over one of her fingers. "If you had one, I mean." He wasn't sure if the panicked reaction had been because of the question or his gesture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 2:13 am
Bouquet...Well then, at least she seemed enthusiastic for it? Jason then excited the room, asking one of the senior lifers if Chel could be given painkillers. He was given a "are you ******** kidding me" look, gave him a lecture about 'conserving supplies' and 'not wasting medicine on non critical patients', amongst other things he didn't think were very nice to say. In the end, he ended up with a bottle of over the counter headache pills, and wondered if these would even be useful. He walked back in, looking at the floor guilty then holding up said bottle. "..W-would you be c-comfortable taking these?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:50 am
Curiosity
Rhys snorted and made his way inside. "Crackin' jokes now, huh?" he replied with a grin. The next three words kept him from moving any closer, though a small smile had settled on his face. He might tried to hide it, but the lighting was dim and the chances of her seeing it were slim.
"I know," was what he said next. Rhys then turned and took up some space on the floor in the corner of the room instead of moving in closer. "I'm harmless though, believe me." His tone was a little more serious, a little more cautious than the usual when he was around her. Like he wasn't too comfortable even making the comment, but he did anyway for her benefit.
"Couldn't sleep. Been wanderin' around, wound up nearby so I came over. Told you I'd be around, didn't I?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:00 pm
Adapt
Chel gestured for her clipboard that held the information of her medical condition. Once it was handed to her, she flipped through the pages manically until she found one with a blank backside, and she began to draw.
First rectangles on the side, pillars with grooves. A fountain in the middle (two rectangles, a squiggle that looked like water). She didn't bother with details of the room beyond that- mostly because she couldn't remember them.
More importantly, she drew another rectangle (the altar she had been placed upon) and a stick figure on top of that, laying down (or at least, as best a stick figure could be "laying down" on a rectangle). She gave it a frowny face.
Then she drew a stick figure next to the altar, hands on her. She scratched a black blob (hair, it had flowers). The most strange was what Chel drew after, just lines and scratches and squiggles exploding from the black-haired one. She wasn't sure what that meant or what had happened after that.
She held up the picture. It probably didn't explain much, but she hoped it would explain something.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:02 pm
Bouquet
Needless to say, Chel was crestfallen at the results. The tent flaps were thin and it wasn't hard to hear the conversation between the two hunters.Well she had be stupid to be hopeful anyways.
"Can't," she told him. She didn't think she needed to point to her neck for an explanation.
But it wasn't his fault and she couldn't be mad at him for sticking his neck out there. There were too many people on the chopping block these days. "You tried," she whispered to him, hoping it would be enough.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:28 pm
Adapt A drawing would have to suffice. He sat patiently as Chel did her best, scrutinizing the picture once she finished. "So...you were lying down somewhere and not happy about it," Jack described. "In a place outside, if that's a fountain." Pillars, fountain...a park? A bench? Or was it a bed? "Someone with long dark hair was with you." Touching. It explained maybe why she was averse earlier. "And while she touched you, something happened...?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 1:34 pm
Curiosity
It was late seeing the tiredness on everyone's faces told her as much. She was curious why, at this late hour, he'd chosen to visit her. People were only their habits after all.
"Can see why you'd come. S'such a fun time here," she gave a weak gesture to the room around her. There were a lot of things to do here like: stare at the ceiling or stare at inside of her eyelids. Eventful.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 1:57 pm
Adapt
Jack was asking a question that Chel didn't have the answer for. She remembered pain- excrutiating pain, she remembered black blood, and then-
then-
"It hurt," she murmured. She didn't know. That was it. A lot of pain in the real world, a lot of pain from the black haired lady. She wished she had more for him; rather, she wished she had an excuse. A legacy to blame, a hunter to blame it on.
"Sorry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 2:46 pm
Adapt Fortunately for her, he had clues from Finn and Ripley as to what might have happened. Unfortunately for them both, it didn't bode well if so. "S'okay. One more question." He tried to soften his features, but it was hard when he was bracing for an answer he might or might not have seen coming. "Do you remember Chris?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:01 pm
Adapt
"The guy who came earlier?" she asked. A lot of blubbering, a lot of insisting he was her cousin, a lot of confusion. He had seemed resolute, so had Abbi, so had Gretchen. They all had pieces of her, parts of her memory that they were sure about. It was normal when one person acted like that, but two? Three? A whole handful of people caring to care about her immensely and she just felt ... nothing. There was a big fat empty hole where she was supposed to care about the mystery, where she was supposed to worry about the anomalies, and yet ... nothing. She felt just as sure that she was correct as they did. There were just more of them.
She gave Jack an inquisitive look, scared that she might be getting this one wrong too. Like there was another scythe coming down for not knowing who Chris was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:09 pm
Adapt So he probably knew too, then. Unconsciously Jack pushed up glasses that weren't there. "Okay. I have a theory: whoever you met in that dream must have taken your memories," he explained, surprising himself with how calm he sounded. "Why is the next mystery, but we can worry about that later. Meanwhile, Caelius stripped you of your shield; disabled your weapon and stuck that bracelet on." Were they related or just coincidental events? That was another question that would be hard to get answered. At least it wasn't Merlin. He had to tell himself that. "Chris is your cousin," Jack added. "I hope he didn't stress you out when he visited."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:17 pm
Adapt
Chel stared at Jack, shaking her head. "Memories? No I-" She started coughing from the use of her throat and the panic welling up within it.
Memories? No. She knew herself. Raised in Tennessee by two shitty parents, moved to Michigan when she was 13, came to Deus as an escape from them, kept to herself (except Jack apparently?) and a few other coworkers. You didn't just make up an entire lifetime. You didn't lose pieces along the way.
Now she was beginning to wonder if she hadn't woken up in the wrong place. She wanted to yell and stomp her feet and any number of things. That theory of his was wrong, these people were crazy-
And worst of all she couldn't tell them so.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:28 pm
Adapt He hadn't said the worst part of it, asked the one question that could pierce through them both. It was Jack's turn to look apologetic as Chel stirred into a coughing fit. "Only a theory," he said. "I'm sorry for pushing you. Do you want some time to yourself?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:58 pm
Adapt
Chel didn't have an answer. Yes she needed time to process this. No she didn't want to be alone (don't leave me). Yes she was pushed to exhaustion by this alone. No she didn't want to be defined by that.
It was amazing how one question could hault her progress entirely. She'd been relatively sure that her ordeal with Caelius had merely been for insubordination. Now suddenly it had facets, it had unknowns and it was more complicated than error and punishment.
Doubt.
Her fingers curled in the sheets. For the time being, she'd broken.
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