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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 4:58 pm
Adapt Silence would have been answer enough, but Chel was growing tense again. Signing I stay (how could he leave now, how could he remember how to even walk), he then brought back the ASL book and went to find where they had last left off. Back to forced purpose, back to learning instead of brooding, back to little steps. At least this yielded results; at least this they could control.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 7:51 pm
Curiosity
"Least there's company," he said with a chuckle as he got comfortable in his little corner. "Which is better than my little slice of hell in the basement."
And he wasn't particularly looking for anything "fun," just some place decent where he could kill some time. That, and maybe he had a question or two. Mostly because he was curious, and she mentioned it before. And he was s**t at small talk.
After a beat of silence he cleared his throat. "So do you all your scars got an interestin' story?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 8:26 pm
The Last Midnight
Chel was doing better now. Enough to sit up, enough to move herself around a bit. Her neck was still tender, still far from healed, but she was beginning to reach the point of being able to walk. Not quite, but almost.
Today instead of ASL, Chel had her own questions.
Part way through their lesson, during a break between sections, Chel inquired, "Did I hurt someone?" A girl covered in scars staring very pensively at him asking him if she'd been the one to cause harm. "When I was in the meeting, did I- did something happen?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 8:28 pm
Curiosity
The basement. Ouch, she did not envy that. She liked her dorm with extra space thank you. There was a house soon too. But she couldn't remember who's house it was. Hers, right? Why else would she have worked so long on it?
"Not most of 'em," she whispered, "Some of 'em though."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 8:43 pm
Curiosity
The good ones usually had stories. Or so he heard.
"Care to share? Maybe all I need's a good bedtime story to fall asleep."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 8:58 pm
BouquetDamn, Jason hadn't realized that, though upon looking at the stitches it became obvious she wouldn't be able to do such a thing. He frowned, even with her whispered words he was not happy with her condition. "M-maybe I can try another time, with someone else." He offered, though he seriously doubted he would get a different answer.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:24 pm
The Last Midnight He looked up over the rim of his cup of water at her, feeling the drag on his face from the long day. "I wasn't there, so I can't say what exactly happened," Jack replied before taking a gulp. "But you remember Caelius still, right? Irate, never satisfied, capable of a lot of harm to those who are in the way? I don't imagine he likes that you make friends with Halloween people. "So no, I don't believe you hurt anyone. S'the other way around. But I think there's a good chance you sassed him," he added with a wan half-smile. "Or got stubborn about something."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:48 pm
The Last Midnight
Chel looked more empty with his answer, more confused than when she asked it.
"In the way?" She did remember arguing, being stubborn. Those weren't parts she questioned.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:50 pm
Curiosity
Chel gave him a small pat on the arm. "Maybe when yer older," she said cheekily to accompany the pat.
She didn't think her throat would hold up anyways, but she did tuck it away in her brain to tell him later.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:52 pm
Bouquet
"Please don't," she stressed, which was hard to do in a whisper. If there was one thing that automatically made Chel uncomfortable it was people offering to do anything for her. It came from a deep rooted notion that she didn't deserve and wasn't worth the effort.
"I don't even ... know yer ... name ..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:55 pm
The Last Midnight
"He's been known to throw people out windows," he supplied for better illustration. "So yes, something happened at that meeting; otherwise he wouldn't have out that collar on you. Most likely dealing with our latest mission. Infected humans," Jack added, to continue clarifying. "Halloween people were there too, including friends. I know you tried to help one blend in as a hunter; gave him your coat even."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:56 pm
Curiosity
Rhys snorted again, not bothering to hide the wide grin on his face at her comment. It was probably better for her throat that she didn't talk much, anyway. Short answers here and there were one thing, a whole story was another.
"Smart-a**," he muttered. "You always been one?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:01 pm
The Last Midnight
"I remember that I'm not-" It started out as an angry statement but quickly turned into a directionless sigh. She pull her knees up to chest, eyelids resting on her knees.
It was a very quiet noise, only notified by a small sniff of annoyance, but Chel's eyes were beginning to water with frustration.
It hurt her neck to sit folded like this, but she stole her mother's voice and calmly said, "I can't-" But even that facade fizzled out too.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:05 pm
Curiosity
"Wouldn't know f'I wasn't," she responded simply. These short exchanges with Rhys were soothing, a small mask she could retreat into for the time being, a colorful disguise to her confusion.
"You always ... been gullible?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:09 pm
The Last Midnight
Perhaps exhaustion lent some sort of barrier as the abrupt anger didn't phase him as much as it might have. He waited a moment before scooting closer, all but getting atop the cot. It was absurd trying to treat Chel like she was made of glass, but when he still didn't understand wholly what had been taken—on top of her own stress about it—it became similar to walking on eggshells, which was something he couldn't stand. The only thing worse was seeing the beginning of tears.
Wordlessly he tried to put an arm around her shoulder, trying to gently coax her against stretching the sutures by leaning on him instead.
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