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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 11:36 pm
The turned the oxygen off because, well, she was breathing on her own. Ofelia was awake, for the most part, but everything else she didn't know or didn't understand.
Like how she got here.
Like why she couldn't hear Rue.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:25 pm
"Rue." There was no reply. "Ruuuuueeebyyy." Ofelia hadn't tried that nickname, since she didn't use any nickname. Rue hated to be addressed by Ofelia period and so a nickname was a bit. . . much? "Bog-b***h." When no reply came to that Ofelia knew for certain the voice in her head was either gone or super muffled. Or maybe she wasn't really speaking at all, she was having it all just in her head. The stitches that were holding her throat shut, that were being held shut in their own right by bloody bandages, ached with each breath and swallow of spit.
There was no way she could really talk so quickly. It was easy enough in her mind, so she kept a lot of it there for now. The only problem was the silence was echoing, there was no scathing horrible Rue sounds, and. . . .well, Ofelia didn't miss it. Was she supposed to be worried, to feel a sense of loss? It was like there was something missing, she had an itch she couldn't scratch, but for now she had more pressing matters.
Like she was bored, lonely, and therefore totally unhappy. Hopefully someone would come in an see her? It wasn't like she could text anyone, she had no idea where her phone was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 3:18 pm
He hadn't had much experience with mauled bodies, but this was the second person in his short stay here so far that he had taken to the infirmary, and he was feeling a heavy anxiety that he'd be next. As it was, he was a Life trainee, and between watching the other patients and doing his other jobs, he came to visit on Ofelia. The strange magic used here was better than those in modern hospitals, and she went from looking dead to half-dead in a few hours.
That evening, he was reading a book on monsters and various classes, moving from werewolves to sub-genres when he heard a voice.
Rising up from his chair, he set the book aside and stood over her to be able to be in her line of sight. "Ofelia." She seemed to be saying someone's name and he wondered if her brain was damaged. Her voice sounded raw and barely a whisper through the strain to talk, and he wondered if he could get her to write instead.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:19 pm
The fact she was more than aware of where she was meant Ofelia had likely been awake before, during one of the times someone hadn't been there, or perhaps it was because she was so used to the sight of the ceiling of the hospital. It was a calm thing, she kept watching it, and the only reason she was watching it now was because she couldn't turn her head.
She hated the white, she hated the music and the pale and everything else, and Ofelia was about to close her eyes and just go back to sleep when someone entered her line of sight. Instantly her eyes opened wide, her lips faintly parted, and a croak popped from her mouth. "Mel. . . . " A ragged gasp, a soft wheeze. ". . . . vin."
That's who it was, entirely, amazingly. Was he the one who'd saved her? It had been blurry, all she remembered was the wolf-creature and then nothing else.
A smile spread over her lips, not her usually cocky grin of delight, and a blush of joy colored over her features. " . . . . hi." Why did she sound like she was constantly swallowing marbles? This sucked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:10 pm
She could talk, but just barely. He cringed when he saw her swallow, the stitching rising as she spoke, before looking back at her. "Hey." He said, wondering what the smile was for. She certainly was alive, but she looked like she was ran over. "You look like hell by the way. Better than before though." Less bloody. Less...dead looking.
He reached over, picking up a clipboard with paper. "You shouldn't really talk with your throat banged up. Do you think you can talk or text instead?" He wasn't sure which was would be more grueling on her. If it was all too taxing, he'd just wish her a good rest and leave.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:29 pm
So it was real, he was there, and Ofelia felt herself still keep smiling regardless of everything. His voice was wonderful, it was a good break from the silence, and even if he was insulting her (maybe?) it was still music to her ears. She wanted to say more, to snap back at him with a witty comeback, but she could barely speak as it were and even swallowing felt hard.
Instead she just reached her hand up, the motion shaky. She didn't know where her phone was so texting was a moot point and well. . . her writing she didn't know if he could read it. But still, she held her hand up and.
" . . . . . . ta...lkin'....is okay. Jus'....gotta. . . go slow." Eventually she spoke, though it took more effort than she would have liked. Where was her phone? A textconvo might work, but then, well. Okay. " . . . . pho..n."
Easy enough.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 8:01 pm
Talking was out despite her going slow, and he could see it straining her. The fact her hand was shaking meant writing was out of the question as well. Actually, he shouldn't even be keeping her up, and instead think about just letting her rest till she was able to talk.
However, at her request, he went to find her phone. He had put her belongings back inside her jacket once he cleaned it, only because he couldn't stand sitting beside a bloody piece of clothing, and pulled out her phone from the pocket before giving it to her. "Don't strain yourself. There is plenty of time to talk." She probably wasn't leaving the Infirmary any day soon.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:57 pm
Ofelia took the phone with a nod of thanks, or at least she sort of moved her eyes since moving her chin meant moving her neck, and she quickly popped it open to a text session to type a message.She hadn't been sure he'd saved her, there wasn't a way for her to be really sure. The teen had been out cold after all, bleeding to death on the floor of that room. Rue wasn't around either to confirm anything, not that Ofelia thought she would have been able to do so anyway. Didn't a weapon go offline the moment their hunter did too?
Ofelia turned the phone towards Melvin so he could see it, her hands shaking but still moving quickly enough that a text message wasn't too difficult to do. She was still crap with technology.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 7:39 pm
He sat close by and watched her struggle with the keys, wondering if moving her neck was advisable with her throat hurt and whatever injuries might be to her neck and shoulders. Any movement really seemed ill advised, but it was better than talking.
Finished, he leaned in to read the screen. "Sorta. You were pretty much near gone. I just stumbled in, and then made the..dog thing leave. Had to cart you back through the portal. After that, all the doctors took care of you." He did however bring her here, and the dog thing had been intent on making Ofelia it's dinner. It was rather ironic that the girl who liked to cook would be a monster's supper, but he doubted the joke would have been something to laugh at now.
"You should have told someone just in case." If he hadn't stumbled there at that time, she could have died.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 7:45 pm
Ofelia frowned, or maybe tried to frown but merely just creased her brows, and she listened to each word that Melvin was saying. It made sense, she wanted to talk and respond to it, but seeing as he said that maybe talking was a bad idea she didn't him to suddenly depart. Seeing a familiar face was good, and having someone here like that was making her think that her time with Before shortly before this hadn't been just in her mind after all.
The message she had on her phone was quickly deleted, and she typed out another one.Quote: i owe you my life how can i thank you did you get hurt im sorry Quote: i know i am a bad sun for always going alone harrison warned me not to but i dont want to bother anyone
With that thought fresh in her mind she pressed send and turned the phone to Melvin, letting him see. She could have just texted him it all but there was something about wanting to have him come over and look and respond with words that felt better.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 10:54 pm
He sighed as he read the last message, rubbing his eyes from under his goggles. "I didn't die. I wasn't hurt. The thing seemed close to done anyways. It only spooked me, and I shot it." It had been luck. Luck that he found the room. Luck he even decided to go to that house on his own. Luck that he had found her at that exact time before the last strike was given. There were too may factors that could have resulted in her death, and the idea of walking into a room with a dead person terrified him.
"You don't owe me anything if you are just going to wind up dying soon after with that attitude. If you don't ever bother talking to anyone about going into dangerous places, you really don't mind risking you life in ways that could be avoided. It's one thing to be polite and another to be shy, and being shy almost killed you." He already noticed from the rose giving that she had a poor opinion of herself. This only drove that idea to a more clearer fact.
"If you are a bad Sun, you need to get better." She already seemed aware she had or was a problem.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:06 am
Ofelia frowned, her brows pressing themselves downward on her face. Melvin was new, she didn't blame him, so maybe he hadn't really heard.Quote: most everyone on this island thinks im crazy so i leave them alone
As Melvin spoke he seemed to be chiding her for her manners, telling her to get better. Everyone told her to get better, to try and find a reason in her life for things. It was very much a work in progress but she at least wasn't running into situations super blind anymore.
. . . well, not that often.Quote: i dont know how to get better on my own but i can try Quote: i cant hear rue i think she is gone
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:15 am
"Well I'm a trainee. YOU are supposed to be my senior. You are not setting a very good example of the people who are going to wake up in your division and come to you for help when you can't help yourself. You should start figuring out what it means to be a good Sun by hanging out with the other Suns. I've done a lot of sparring with a few of them and also doing training to get runic clearance so that even if I'm not good at fighting, I can still patch someone up or protect them." He informed her, feeling a bit out of place being the new guy telling someone who had been here longer what to do. However, she seemed rather lost and he was fine with taking the reigns a moment to turn someone in the right direction. If he was going to make friends with Ophelia, he needed her to be capable and valuable as a fighter. The Suns were there to protect his a** after all.
"Start hitting people up on twitter to fight. Suns really like to fight no matter who it is or what they think of them. You can change aggression to comradere rather easily if you play your cards right." Though he had to pause. "Well, once we get our weapons back or however they solve it."
He tried to think of something else. "Also, don't leave them alone and avoid people due to what they think of you. Most people think I'm a emotionless, tricky, Lifer dweeb. I don't give a s**t what they think. They don't know me, and I don't have to prove myself to them. As long as I excel here, I could wind up outliving them or passing them in rank. I'm also realistic. It's not like being in Life is going to make me do the most damage on the field. That's not my strength in my division. YOU need to find the strength in your division - which I find is destroying the most things."
"As for crazy - crazy people telling you are crazy doesn't hold up. Most Suns are nuts. You should be fitting in." He met a few and they all seemed off their rocker.
"Oh, and I don't hear my weapon either. Take it as a brief moment of mental peace. I am." He smiled, living that he had his mind and private thoughts to himself again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:54 am
Wow, Ofelia honestly didn't think he would talk that much. Melvin had, at least to her, seemed like the type who kept mostly to himself but not because he was arrogant or aloof - just the sort of introspective type that thought before the spoke. As he just went on and on, answering all of her texts, she was glad to see that she had thought somewhat wrong? It was clear though he was still really educated, something she joked was a rarity here at Deus, and inside her mind she was nodding her head with approval.
Of course though she had a few things to say to sort it out.Quote: i dont like twitter because of all the hate
For now.Quote: for what it is worth i like you lots and lots
Also Ofelia liked everyone no matter what they did so the life trainee could take it with a grain of salt if he so choose. She would be hard pressed to find anyone she disliked actually, except maybe tall the horsepeople and Rep when he was being a really, really hard to deal with douche.
Which, since she was female, was almost all the time.
She still liked him though.Quote: i forgot theyre tablets again yeah its good to have silence
Not yet anyway.
It seemed like it would be a curse.Topic change? Hard to tell.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:08 am
Melvin read her text quickly, and looked at her as if she was kidding. "No one is GOOD at Twitter. It's not a skill. It's the internet. People can say what they hell they want freely because they never have to say it to their face and worry about that person punching them. It's for people being pussies, and if you want to play their game, you just have to have the foresight to see what sort of stupid comebacks they will respond back with and avoid placing yourself in a verbally bad situation. In the end, it's just there to waste time. It doesn't give you a great portrayals of anyone. It's just trash talking for the sake of ******** around online. People get bored. If someone says something bad, ignore them. You don't have to respond if they are being dicks. No one is putting a gun to your head and after a while they will shut up and respond to whatever else you are talking about. Use it as a tool or entertainment. That's all it is." Melvin actually used his twitter as a way to find out about the people he worked with, who shared a lot of personal information about themselves without any thought to censor their posts. That and to learn about the island and it's rules. It was a great place to ask questions.
"I've already eaten. You shouldn't be worrying about that. Are you hungry?" He could go and get her a tray of something to eat from the cafeteria.
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