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 Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:08 pm
And she heard that you could find them in the newly relocated room of one Molly Finn.
Thanks to meeting Dylon, and knowing that the mist trainee was a understudy of sorts to Cass and Candace had Nevada seeking out the older mist for some training advice.
And cupcakes.
Delicious cupcakes.
"Excuse me......." She knocked on the door that held the name Molly finn on the room maps. Unless the girl moved somewhere else, this was the right place right?
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 1:45 pm
Molly had the door open, luckily. With the air conditioning out, she thought it’d be best to keep the window open and the door as well, to circulate air. She was actually just standing in the middle of the small room, marveling how…well…small it was! Apartment living had spoiled her… But there was something a bit comforting about such a small space as well. The soft knock, followed by a voice, startled the trainee though, and she immediately whipped around to see who it was, a hand against her chest. “O-oh!” She exclaimed. “You startled me, I’m so sorry!” She smoothed out her sweater top, and then smiled at the girl. “How may I help you?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:30 pm
Nevada looked at the sweater, then looked at Molly.
"Aren't you hot in that pretty lady?" Nevada leaned on the door jamb.
"Are you Molly Finn?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:34 pm
“…Uh…?” Molly looked down at herself, before realizing what Nevada was talking about. “…O…oh!” She flushed a bit as she then called her a pretty lady. “Ah, no…! I’m used to it, actually.” She smiled sheepishly, and then nodded her head. “Ah, yes…I am!” Molly was wondering what she was needed for…for this Mist trainee to call her out by her whole name… She suddenly felt nervous. She wasn’t in trouble…was she?
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 12:30 pm
"That's one thing I don't think I would get use to." She continued to smile, "It's nice to meet you! My name is Nevada Burns, Um...I am a mist trainee, Intermediate." She continued to lean on the jamb.
"First off, I hear you have delicious cupcakes." She raised an eyebrow...."Rumor or true?"
The second part,
"Aria told me to come reach out to you since you are a mist for any problems. Are you free?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 2:28 pm
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nevada!” Molly replied cheerfully, now folding her hands in front of her. She nodded her head as she introduced herself as a Mist. Ah, yes! Molly recalled seeing her at the Division Meeting thing where she had embarrassed herself terribly by being under prepared for the idea she had. She blushed lightly though as cupcakes were brought up. “A-ah! Well, the delicious part is probably a rumor, but it’s true I do have cupcakes!” Though Molly hadn’t moved all her stuff down yet, or started cleaning for that matter, she did have her last few plates of cupcakes on her desk. She moved, and took a plate, and then approached the Mist trainee, holding out the plate to her. “Here you are!” For the second time (or maybe the third), Molly found herself stunned and even floored by what Nevada said next, and she froze as her eyes went wide. Ms. Aria told another Intermediate Mist trainee to seek HER out if the trainee was experiencing any problems?Woah. Just… woah. Molly was speechless, and for a lack of better words, it was like sometime just took a sledgehammer of feels to her stomach. The Division Lead recommended her to another trainee…woah. She just couldn’t comprehend it, that someone in such high authority regarded her as a figure for others to go to. “A-ah…I…o-of course…” Her voice was squeaky and barely there, and Molly cleared her threat. “O-of course!” Her voice gained more volume. “Anytime. I’m free anytime….um…RIGHT NOW! I’m free right now if that’s what you need! W-what can I do for you?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 12:11 pm
Nevada took one of the cupcakes and smiled up at the girl, clearly amused by her flustered self. Mostly because it put her at ease, and made Molly seem more well...approachable.
"Well Ms. Molly." She took a seat, nibbling on her cupcake which was in fact very delicious, her face falling.
"I am well..." She turned her good eye away before thinking of how to phrase it. "I was wondering....if you knew what the best way to deal with a current malformation of the face. I am starting to lose confidence in myself every time I look at myself..." she reached up...
"And it's slowly becoming a haunting nightmare every time I look at it."
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 3:24 pm
“Oh um, just Molly, please…” She squeaked, looking embarrassed for briefly interrupting the girl, but wanted to get that point across while it was still fresh. The Mist trainee waited patiently as Nevada spoke, watching her take a seat and what not, and listened. As she spoke though, Molly’s brow knitted, and she looked, for a lack of better words…confused. She blinked and stared at Nevada for a long moment, and then looked worried that she wasn’t getting it. “I-I’m sorry…” She started. “But…um…I have no idea what you’re talking about…” She looked utterly devastated that she couldn’t figure it out. “What’s…malformed on your face…?”
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 9:07 pm
"Okay Molly." Nevada smiled again, breaking the uncomfortable feeling on her features.
And then it returned again.
"Wow, I can't tell if I should be extremely flattered that everyone still thinks I am pretty, or extremely confused. Like was I a model gorgeous before my accident?" Nevada pulled her bangs back and started to unwrap the bandages on her face. The white material pooling in her lap.
"I meant this here." She took a breath, then looking up at Molly again, the milky green eye a vast difference, along with the three long scars, paper thin down it. "Malformed?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:48 am
Molly smiled and waited as Nevada started to undo her bandages and she found herself curious as to what it looked like. Molly, bless her heart, never thought negatively or any different about anyone she had passed in the street who had been different. It just wasn’t in her nature to judge or make assumptions. Now was no different, and Molly looked upon the milky green eye and three scars with a tilt of her head. Her lips were pulled into a thoughtful hum before she smiled widely again, and clasped her hands together. “I still think you’re model gorgeous!” She proclaimed cheerfully, and her smile turned into a wide fox eyed smile. “Um…” Her smile fell and she looked down at the floor, idly playing with the hem of her sweater now. “I don’t…believe in the word ‘malformed’…” She murmured. “I think it’s just…a word people use who are hurt and want to hurt others with as well, because they are hurt, and it makes them feel better…even though it’s not nice and it doesn’t help anyone.” She trailed off for a moment. “…I think this…” Molly placed a hand over her own eye to mirror Nevada’s injuries. “I think this is just another distinguishing trait that sets you apart from everyone else, and no-not in a bad way! I mean…you survived it, and you’re standing here right now, and I think that’s something to be proud of…” Molly looked up at the ceiling for a moment, before she clasped her cheek. “Oh my goodness I am so sorry! I just went on a long winded spiel there!” She looked embarrassed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:49 pm
Nevada blinked at Molly's obvious cheerfulness. She didn't even flinch at Nevada's eye which made her wonder just how much the other girl's tolerance was but..
The words Molly said made her own eyes narrow. Was she saying this to hurt other people? And even hurt herself?
The answer was most likely yes. She didn't want to be pitied for her injury, but she was upset over it, and she suffered her own worst case of self esteem regardless that people seemed to find her okay with it.
It was as if she was trying to spread her own self failure to others.
"You're right." She breathed out and sighed. "I didn't use to be so vain, and I really shouldn't be on this Island. I am sure many others of more scars...." Nevada shrugged biting into her cupcake.
"I don't mind, I'm grateful for you to listen to me at all." She shook her head, "I've had so many issues since I came to the island, I just never felt anyone was good to talk about it. I don't want to burden others but...I really wanted to get this off my chest."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:06 pm
Molly blinked, looking rather bewildered when Nevada said she was right. That was a weird thing to hear, to be honest. Molly never counted on herself being…right. She didn’t think that highly of herself or her beliefs or thoughts. Her brows furrowed as she looked down briefly, and after a moment, she took a few hesitant steps closer to the girl. A freckled hand reached out, paused, and then tentatively rested on Nevada’s shoulder. “I think…it’s okay to feel that way, Miss Nevada…um…but I think how you handle it now…I think that’s what’s really important.” She offered the trainee a tentative smile. She couldn’t comment on whether or not she should be on the Island…after all her own reasoning wasn’t exactly the best or altruistic, so she said nothing regarding that. "Miss Nevada..." Molly hummed, before she giggled softly. "I think you could be covered in scars, and still be of the prettiest ladies around!" She beamed. “Oh, goodness!” Molly shook her head a bit, curls bouncing. “It’s not trouble at all…um…i-if you have anything else you want to get off your chest, then please! Ah, that’s only if you want to, of course! I hope I’m not pressuring you…” She fretted. “Ple-please don’t say that either…um…you’re not a burden…you’re never a burden.” How easy it was to tell someone else that, but not believe it yourself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:40 pm
Nevada took another bite of her cupcake, opting to leave the bandages off for a little longer since the mist huntress was okay with it. The touch on her shoulder had her looking up and blinking again.
She wasn't sure or how or why, but her eyes started to fill with water, and Molly was just there being all understanding and it was just...like a dam broke again.
"I don't want to be weak Molly. I don't want people to see me as weak with my eye...or the fact that a student did this too me. I want to be useful here." She dropped her head. "And I've been rejected twice by the guys I like, and it's stupid but since Alaska woke up, we hardly see each other and...." it all seemed to gush now.
"i'm sorry, I'm sorry that was a lot. See look at me, becoming the next water works...." She tried to wipe the tears away.
"I have so much pent up inside, I don't know where to put it anymore."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:21 pm
Nevada started crying, and Molly suddenly tensed up like oh no what did she do wrong. The trainee froze as poor Nevada unloaded some more, and a lot of the things she said, well, Molly could sympathize with, so her words combined with her tears had Molly tearing up as well. The trainee took a seat on her bed next to Nevada, and though she had been hesitant about touching her before, because some people didn’t like to be touched, that went away once the waterworks started. Molly wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.
Well…that was a lot to take on, and Molly wasn’t exactly sure where to start, or what to say just yet.
“Don’t be sorry…!” Molly’s voice was a bit choked up with emotion. Easily sympathetic. “Y-you…can put it all here—“ Meaning with Molly—“Miss Nevada. I promise you, it’s okay.” She sniffled, and couldn’t help but wipe one of her eyes as well. “I…I don’t think you’re weak, Miss Nevada…um…I think accidents happen…okay? We all make mistakes, but we learn from them…right? I don’t think you’re weak…I mean…you’re sitting right here next to me…you survived!” Molly exclaimed with awe.
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