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 Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:24 pm
Amrita had stared down at her phone with a pronounced disgust. That Igor, the one she had threatened at the meeting for touching her, was now definitely overstepping his bounds. She had an image to protect, and such postings on a public forum were threats to her. Perhaps she had started it at the meeting, but she never would have acted so had she known it would end up like this. Clearly there was something more between her fragment self and the hunchback than she had anticipated.
Perhaps, she realized, this meeting would be beneficial for her.
She could still fix this.
Luckily his text, while cryptic, told her all she needed to know. Our secret place at the end of the path behind the graveyards; there were only a few graveyards on Amity grounds, and her first stop was the one closest; behind the dorm itself.
The path ended in an expanse of a garden, one that tugged annoyingly on her memories. She knew this place more than she thought she did, but couldn't place why, or how. The answers were on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn't sure if she wanted them. Like last time she ensured that her jacket was zipped closed to hide the lock embedded in her chest and the chains that draped her shoulders, knowing that it hadn't been there before. Aside from the jacket she wore everything she knew would be familiar, from the yellow-orange dress, the bare feet, and the flower-woven braid.
Amrita strode deeper into the gardens until she came across a large tree stump, easing herself onto it with a grace she only recently possessed. She made herself comfortable, extending her arms behind her to prop herself up on her hands, crossing her legs at the knees. Her gaze moved across the annoying familiar garden, waiting for any sight or hint of the Igor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:34 pm
The situation wasn't sitting right. His stomach twisted at the thought of it, but at least they could talk in private. He could sort this all out. Things could go back to normal- such as they were in Amity. He stared at himself in the mirror, making sure his hair was straight and tidy in it's ponytail, colored sections properly parted and separated, blonde and brown. His stitches were tidy, occasional overspill between patches of flesh carefully groomed clean, and his nice suit Junko had helped tailor for him and nice tie in place. He looked presentable. Too presentable for an Igor, perhaps, but presentable enough for a man trying to sort out... something dear to him.
a deep breath and he made his way to the appointed spot. She was waiting for him as he made his way down the path, and he fought the instinctive urge to cower. He stood as tall as his bent spine would allow, his expression unreadable with determination.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:45 pm
Her attention eventually fell on the Igor as he limped his way closer, her properly placed hands curling into fists, hidden behind the folds of her clothing if not her body. She watched him approach in silence, and never once made a move to get off of the stump.
"Christof." She said in lieu of greeting. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" He was the one that wanted to talk, not her; she wasn't going to go out of her way to make him feel better.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:48 pm
He slowed his pace when she made no sign of standing. His hands were shaking as he raised them ahead of him as he met her, signing, "Are-you-angry-with-me?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:05 pm
Her gaze lowered to his hands as he started to sign, fighting back her urge to laugh. Instead she schooled her expression into a small, unassuming smile.
"No." Amrita let that answer hung in the air for a moment, before she added something she had already asked, over critter. "Should I be?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:17 pm
He shrugged, his expression looking confused, hurt, helpless as he shuffled closer, dropping to crouch in front of her. "Then-why?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:25 pm
"..'Why', what?" Amrita replied, playing innocent.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:28 pm
"Why-being-so-distant?" Finished the motions of the words, one hand raised up to gently brush her hair behind her ear, his expression still confused, searching her face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:42 pm
"Because I need my space." It was a simple enough answer, at least as far as she was concerned. Her reaction to him at the meeting had been about touch, so she figured that would easily explain. For a brief moment she allowed him to tuck her hair behind her ear, but as soon as the action was completed she used her wrist to gently push his hand from her.
"And I still do, if you don't mind." The edge to her voice was distinct, giving him really no choices despite asking for it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 7:21 pm
He jerked back, expression twisting between pain and anger, his shaking hands repeating one word, "Space? Space??" before finally the flailing became, "Is-SPACE- what-you- wanted- in-my-workshop-the other-day??"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 7:27 pm
Amrita's head tilted despite herself, looking honestly confused at what he was signing. He may have been flailing, but she could still understand his frantic signings. The workshop the other day? What was he talking about?
"What?" Either he would repeat himself, which would give her a few extra seconds to think of a retort, or he would explain himself, in which case she could pretend she remembered. Either way, she was sure she would make it out of this on top, as always.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 7:55 pm
In his frantic gesticulating, his hair had started to come free of its hair tie, and his face had gone red in patches. His hand movements became close to his chest and stiff as though to visually emulate muttering, the only words easy to pick up being "-on-the-workbench-"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:08 pm
She stared, and stared, and tried to identify what he was trying to tell her. Apparently she...and he...in the workshop...on the bench...? The information started to click together, setting into a nice little place where she understood why he was so confused about her need for space, and what he meant by on the workbench.
"No." She said out loud, despite her attempts to keep it internal. The surprise was just too great, and it was clearly written on her face. "That's impossible. We've never---" The only one she had ever been intimate with was her King, right? There was no way...just...what...? She stared at him, and the more she stared the more something bubbled in her mind. A vague hint of a memory, there and yet not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:36 pm
Tears gathered in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He exhaled sharply, his hands slowing enough to be more readable at least, "It's-because-I-am-an-Igor." it had never been an issue before. Never come up. Amrita was one of the small few that respected him, loved him, but now... Was it because of the student council? He had been a part of it last school year, how could things have changed so suddenly...
no, she had to have been angry about something.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:50 pm
If she wasn't sure before, she certainly was now. There were clear gaps in her memory, or perhaps he was messing with her. No, he couldn't be, his emotions were too real to be faked.
"What? Don't be ridiculous, I don't care what you are, so long as you're not from Grief. Stop crying." She sounded annoyed for a moment, but it was only because she had no idea what was going on or how to get out of it. This was quite a pickle, and she was more than trapped between a rock and a hard place. Perhaps it was time to tell the truth, at least as much of it as she knew? Amrita shifted uncomfortably, sitting up straight and square-shouldered, the fingers on one hand fiddling with the tag to her jacket's zipper.
"I'm saying it's impossible because I don't know you." She stressed, frustration clear in her voice.
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