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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:12 pm
As tired as the techs were of having Ofelia in the infirmary she was just as tired of being in it. Her stomach wound wasn't as serious as everyone initially thought so she'd be out soon but for the time being she was trapped in bed. One of the techs had hooked an IV to her arm, something about her not being able to properly eat thanks to the injury.
For the teen who loved to cook and eat it was a cruel blow that had her lamenting. She would have stayed that way if not for the fact she hadn't been strapped down and so Ofelia developed the plan of trying to find food on her own.
She made it about halfway down the hall before she collapsed in pain, totally forgetting she was pain meds and bed rest for a reason.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:03 pm
Considering that Melvin had never been to the Infirmary for any length of time and had also done duty work and random errands for the techs working in the wing, he was treated rather well aside from the few who just rolled their eyes at his discomfort and pain, thinking him just a whining trainee who needed to grow a pair. Ignoring those, the place was - well, it was still pretty unbearable. There was nothing to do, and striving to excel, doing nothing was the worst punishment.
Seeing as only his upper half hurt, he could walk around without getting too dizzy. Saliva had assured him she was working as hard as she could to get him patched up in order for an early release.
Dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt that was loose and buttoned up the front to allow easy access to his bandages, he opened the door to see if he could go and find some magazines somewhere. What he found was Ofelia laying against the wall.
"Ofelia? What are you doing?" He'd bend down but he felt he would have a hard time standing back up. Standing was pretty much the best thing he could do without straining his sides.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:43 pm
Ofelia looked up at the sound of her name and at Melvin's voice. She didn't look to worse for the wear despite having been admitted in and she glanced at the blonde as though she were trying hard to think of a reply. Eventually she settled for the truth. "Was lookin' fer food. Ah'm hungry an' this IV thing ain't cuttin' it."
Compared to Melvin's clothing Ofelia was her usual underdressed. She worse no shirt, jsu a binding for her breasts, and a pair of sweatpant shorts with a drawstring tie. Her stitches were somewhat visible beneath a wrap of cheesecloth and vasaline. "What about ya? Didja get hurt durin' the mission?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:11 pm
Melvin was hurt, but he refused to let himself look even worse than he had to. The button up shirts were worn but he missed the comfort of his sweaters. Due to not having a shower and having to use the sink, his hair was curling in places despite his best attempts to keep it maintained.
He wished Ofelia had more concern for her appearance. With the portals down, many men were starving for some action and would prey on a teenager. "If you have a IV, then there is a reason why you shouldn't eat. If you're hungry, ask the nurses to get you some food. If you're not supposed to, then you're only going to hurt yourself just because you want a snack."
He held the wall, watching her. "I got shot full of arrows." He grumbled, before looking at her. "You should dress more. At least wear a shirt, Ofelia."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 11:42 pm
Arrows, huh? Ofelia had been shot with a few too, Mort and Sherry had gotten most of them off, and she touched a few places on her torso where one or two had gotten her. The spots were covered with small band-aids since her shield had still held enough for nothing to really stab her. The major problem was indeed the wound on her stomach, which she now sort of favored as she tried to stand up. The effort was a little hindered by the wound on her shoulder which still smarted with any sort of pressure.
"But Mom," There was a teasing tone on the word. Melvin reminded Ofelia a lot of a mother, or what she thought would be a mother. His constant picking at her and worrying was both endearing and annoying as ********. "Ah wanna eat some actual food too. IV drips are great an' all but what should Ah do if mah stomach is rumblin'?" Perhaps it was just phantom hunger since she was getting all the nutrients she needed from the pole she was dragging behind her. She took a look at the tube that ran to her arm, the entire spot where it entered into her vein was bruising from her walking around, and she sighed and placed a hand on her stomach. Everything ached but at least it wasn't her throat ripped out this time.
As for clothing? "They cut up mah only good shirt when they went in ta treat mah wounds. Tore mah jacket ta shreds too, an' that hoodie Ah found. All the rest'a mah clothes are tattered an' covered in blood." She looked down at the shorts she was wearing. "Ah even had ta borrow these, they threw mah shorts away." Clothing never really meant much to her, it wasn't like she was ashamed of her body. In fact now that more was showing Melvin had a really good chance to see just how scarred up her torso was. It was hard to believe someone could survive the number of injuries she had and just continue on like they weren't a big deal. "Wit' portals down Ah can't go an' buy anythin', plus Ah dunno mah own sizes or whatever. The quartermaster here also hates me, probably 'cause we got in a fistfight over a swimsuit." After her whole duel with Nevada Ofelia had gone and punched him in the face for giving her a string bikini.
It had felt right. "Anyway, why are ya worried 'bout me wearin' a shirt or not wearin' one? S'not like yer interested in me or mah body so why does it bother ya?" The fact anyone on the island could want her still eluded the teen in a very sad, very painful way. No one liked a girl who was littered in scars (Lex didn't count, he went after everything). "Havin' a shirt off like this feels more comfortable anyway, not ta mention it lets mah wound breathe easier." On a more random thought, her stitches itched.MoonKitsune sorry for taking so long, ended up working a double shift at my job =/
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 11:58 pm
Melvin frowned as he heard Saliva snicker at how right the Sun hunter was. Telling her to clam it, he listened to her reasons and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Just because I don't want to ******** you, doesn't mean I want all the guys to watch you like a piece of meat they can jump on. You should be more concerned about what some horny tech would do to you if they lacked any real morals and just wanted to drill into you. Anyways, girls look better with clothes on just as much with clothes off." He informed, walking into his room and leaving her there with that thought.
He returned moments later with a button up, light-blue shirt. "Here. Wear this. It will let the techs get to your bandages easier than a normal shirt." Seeing as someone else would be wearing it, he added. "Keep it."
He moved over to her side. "Let's get you back to your room before the nurse freaks out. You shouldn't make them worry when they spend all their time tending to you and everyone else. With all the injured hunters, they had enough on their plate. Be considerate and just listen to them. They mean well."
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:37 am
" . . .did you jus'...curse at me?" Ofelia was a little more than shocked at the use of the word, seeing as Melvin usually reserved that for when he was furious at her, and Ofelia's lips pressed themselves together as she attempted to stifle a laugh. He really did sound like a mom, he had it so bad, and so forever in her thoughts he was going to be her mom. Poor Melvin, you earned a nickname and you didn't even know it. Of course he'd walked away when she said that because he was getting something. Ofelia attempted to take that time to get standing up better though as soon as she straightened out the stitches pulled and she doubled back over. This wasn't something that would end well and it wasn't going to be a scar she'd enjoy talking about. "When Ah see that flippin' pony again Ah swear ta all things Ah will skin him alive." Her fingers pressed against the cheesecloth ever so lightly.
When Melvin returned with a shirt the teen raised an eyebrow. He was giving her something to wear for the time being and apparently it would be hers to keep afterward. Either there was pity in his actions because she had no clothes or he considered her dirty enough that anything she touched would need to be burned or thrown away. Those were probably just her own thoughts and so they weren't voiced. Outwardly anyway. "Thanks, Ah..think? It's nice 'nough ta know yer concerned 'bout me but Ah really don't think ya'd have ta worry. If anything happened it'd be my own fault an' it's not like Ah'd tell ya 'bout it. Would kinda sting ta have ya jus' remind me it was my own fault an' it'd be a pretty painful lesson learned. Someone as stupid an' stubborn as Ah am sometimes has ta have that happened b'for it clicks." She placed the shirt over herself, taking care to not move her shoulder so much, but she didn't bother to button it up. It just sat on her like it would a jacket and it made her look like she'd just come from a wild night.
"Ah know they mean well but Ah'm pretty sure they're jus' as tired'a seein' me as Ah am'a seein' them. Usually Ah bring cookies an' whatever back in here as thanks but most'a these guys are probably diabetics by now from everythin' Ah give." Melvin was at her side as she spoke and she looked at his mass of hair and his overall appearance. A frown slowly leaked onto her face. " . . . also, when's the last time ya properly bathed? Didn't someone come in ta help ya wash yer hair or sommin'?" Ofelia's own hair was clean since she could at least stick it under a faucet and wash it all out. There was also her inability to be embarrassed as someone washed her down with a sponge bath so....she was pretty darn clean and smelling really nice. Well, as nice as a person could be when they reeked of medication.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 11:44 am
"If it's your fault, then it's good to learn your own lesson, but getting hurt like this isn't your fault. I got hurt and I don't entirely blame myself. I'm not that strong. I needed your help and everyone else just so I could survive. Part of the blame is mine for not training as hard, but the other part is on the horsemen who are out to kill us. That isn't all on you. You should not judge yourself that harshly." He wasn't sure how he came off as to Ofelia, but she seemed to be under the impression he was there just to poke at her every fault.
Well, you're not exactly warm and cuddly. You could do with a bit more tenderness.
I'm tender enough.
Tender like a cactus.
He frowned at his own inner dialogue before Ofelia pointed out his hair, and he flushed before he touched it, instantly self-conscious. "I can't take a shower with my bandages yet. I've just been washing up and cleaning my hair in the sink with some shampoo and conditioner. I usually use more product, but it won't stay the way it usually does." He grumbled, touching a curl that was sticking up. "It's my dad's genes." He mumbled, looking as if he had just been prodded by the teenager. He looked back at her with clear worry and concern. "Do I look bad? I don't....smell or something, do I?" Oh geez. Now he just wanted to go back to his room and wash up.
Melvin was now lost to trying to fix his hair.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 3:40 pm
If Melvin ever wanted an honest opinion about where he stood with Ofelia, or how she saw him, all he'd need to do was ask. She wasn't the type to mince words, never had been, but a little part of her was slowly learning when to and not to say things to people. This was one of the times where she knew to stop pushing on the fault issue, to instead just dumbly nod her head and accept whatever Melvin was saying.
"Really? From yer pops?" Ofelia looked at Melvin, looking good and hard and at him up and down. "Ah...dunno what Ah got from mah parents, seein' as Ah don't even remember what they looked like. Mah brother had tanned skin like Ah did but his hair was more black than anythin'." He had always looked so tan, though in the summer if he worked outside his skin turned such a shade of brown Ofelia wondered if he rolled in the dirt. Hers did too but mostly she just burned beneath the sun. "Auntie...had red hair though, she was mah dad's sister. She was really pale though too, wit' freckles - so maybe Ah get mah hair and freckles from her - which means mah dad? But then it makes me wonder where mah skin color came from, 'cause this tan is natural." Ofelia raised a hand and looked at her skin. It was ashy from all her time spent indoors yet it still held the wonderful caramel color. Surely if she got out into the sun she'd be much darker...but probably burned.
At Melvin's comment about smelling Ofelia just chuckled and shook her head. "No, ya smell fine. Ya make me wanna tease ya though, yer normally so clean an' tidy. It's actually really refreshin' ta see ya lookin' like a normal person fer a change." She wanted to reach over and touch him but since they were both injured if they got into a brawl no one would be happy. "Wouldja like me ta give ya a hand wit' yer hair? Ah'll wear gloves ta help."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:23 pm
"I don't know much about genetics. I believe red hair is a recessive gene. If your Aunt had red hair and she was your dad's sister, then your dad probably had red hair. Might mean your mother had tan skin then. It's all theory. Surprised that your Aunt never had pictures of her family around so you'd at least be able to see what your dad looked like." It was a shame to consider that someone didn't even know what their parents looked like at the very least. Melvin couldn't imagine not knowing his parents as they were by his side all his life - until now.
At the chuckle, he continued to fuss, but her offer made him stop. "That's...a bit too girly for me. It'll be fine until I can take a decent shower." If he spent all this time trying to fix it, he wouldn't trust anyone else with it. Her last detail of her offer had him stopping. "Why would you say that? That you'd wear gloves?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:47 pm
"Ya don't seem like the type who'd enjoy someone touchin' ya barehanded, so jus' offerin' wit' gloves." Ofelia was watching Melvin a lot more than he thought she was, or maybe even more than she thought she was. "Yer always so clean an' tidy, always wearin' gloves'a yer own, so Ah. . . jus' sorta connected the dots? Feel free ta correct me if Ah'm wrong." she shrugged her shoulders, her look at him very clear and innocent. If she offended there was nothing behind it, she was merely making an observation. "An' sure okay, but mah offer still stands. Bein' girlie an' havin' clean hair are two different things - it's a matter'a practically over personal preferences." She maybe sounded like she was scolding a bit. Oops. At least she hadn't outright called him a germaphobe.
"As fer the photos in mah family, Ah dunno. She may have had stuff in her room, Ah never went in there 'cause it was off limits. Mah brother had a photo in his wallet Ah think, or at least he told me once he did, but Ah never checked there either. Ah guess ya could say Ah was pretty obedient as a child - Ah wonder what happened ta make that change." The redhead chuckled again. She did still follow orders like it was no one's business, right now to stepping up to take someone else's punishments and going places that no sane person would even dream of.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 2:03 pm
She had connected the dots, which made Melvin rather self-conscious that there were dots to connect. It sounded like such an easy assumption to be that spot on, though he doubted she thought it was anything more or less than just being a germaphobe. The title didn't suit him, and he glanced at his bare hands a moment. Since he got to the Infirmary, he didn't have his gloves, the pair being torn from clawing at the frozen ground during the horsemen attack. He tucked them under each arm as he crossed them, looking at her. He didn't correct her on that, and quickly moved away from the subject.
"If you know your parents name, you can check online sometime when you're off the island and see if there are any yearbook pictures of them anywhere. Schools keep records of that, and sometimes still allow you to purchase old editions of yearbooks. If you knew what school they went to, and if it wasn't near where you used to live, you could ask to go to that school's library. Say you were a far off relative or distant niece with some fake name."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 2:31 pm
"That could work...yanno, if Ah knew anythin' ta start wit' 'bout mah parents. Ah'll Ah got is a last name, Ah dunno their first names or even where they went ta school. Ah dunno if they grew up in Montana or even still live there." Ofelia frowned as she spoke, pretty sure she had told Melvin all of this before. "As fer gettin' off this Island...even if the portals reopen Ah dunno if Ah'd be allowed ta go anywhere."
The bracelet on her arm was probably a very good indicator that she wouldn't be traveling anywhere any time soon unless someone went with her. She wasn't too sure of that though, it wasn't like portals were up just yet and she didn't know the exact limits of what her punishment would entail.
If she wasn't able to get out though and go shopping that meant everyone would be awkward-style cooked snacks or baked goods. It made her feel sort of bad but in a way it meant she got to do lots of cooking. Hopefully though there would be a way for her to get supplies. Perhaps she could bribe a hunter who could get out and around to bring her something on a mission of theirs? It was worth some interest.
"In the sake of conversation, how do ya feel 'bout Christmas? It's comin' up an' after how Ah kinda burned yer Thanksgivin' Ah sorta should maybe make it up ta ya."
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 3:55 pm
"Well, since they have to fill out a birth certificate for you, all you'd have to do is look that up. You get their names, and from there find out the rest. That is, if you wanted to look into it." He wasn't going to push the issue if she didn't have a strong interest to go digging around.
His eyes went to the bracelet, and he inspected it. Runic guys. He was always curious with that department, but it dealt with a different wing of the labs he didn't work in aside from running errands for his seniors.
As for Christmas, he just gave a low shrug. "I've been trying not to think about it. It was a lot of work to pull together Thanksgiving and portals aren't up yet meaning I have even less to work with than before. Might just let it go. I haven't decided." He really lost the spirit to try.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:41 pm
Melvin really, really seemed into Ofelia's past. As much as she could respect that she sort of...wondered why he seemed so interested? Was it because he'd told her once before they were friends? Maybe all of that was still one-sided on her part but at least the redhead liked to think it still held true. Instead of responding though she merely nodded her head to his suggestions, taking it all in stride.
She wasn't that curious about her parents and so there wasn't a need to go out and try to know. Wasn't some of the fun of growing up without them having a chance to imagine them in your own way? Sort of like reading a book and making up voices...only Ofelia didn't read.
"Yanno, Ah've never really. Actually, yanno what? We talk about me a lot an' b'for ya said we were friends, right?" Ofelia had paused herself mid-sentence. "Isn't it more fair in'a friendship fer give an' take on information? Ah mean, Ah know nothin' 'bout'cha 'cept ya came from a family an' ya really, really like the holidays." She counted off the list of things in her head. "Well, there's also the no touchin' but that's kinda obvious an' doesn't count." Melvin got a look from the teen as Ofelia finished noting everything in her mind. "Ah dunno yer favorite foods, yer favorite color - nothin'. Ah mean, mah whole life ta ya is an open book an' Ah dunno really anythin' past yer name."MoonKitsune I apologize for taking this long to respond
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