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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 10, 2012 2:30:48 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
It happened. It finally happened. The evening started out as per usual--at least, what had been considered usual for the past several months--with Frank watching the TV and drinking with a friend of his who seemed equally hell bent on wasting their lives away at the bottom of the bottle. It was disgusting. However, being as there was no one to visit or hang out with Lark was stuck at the house listening to their drunken babbling from within the confines of the kitchen. She chose to wash a few dishes, and then after that would make way towards her room to play the guitar to ease her anxiety. The sleep still would not come, and it had been at least three days since she last had a good six or more hours of rest. No one knew the struggles that lay behind her dark eyes; not to say that she would tell anyone of her problems to begin with. The girl was stubborn as a mule and refused to try and lean on anyone for support. Joshua was probably the only one in her small group of friends she knew she could go to when in dyer need, but what could he do about a broken home and a alcoholic father? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Snarling a little to herself as they burst into laughter in the next room, she started to rinse one of the plates. Halfway around the rim with a towel, the finer pieces of china--one of the ones not shattered during her parents fight all those months ago--decided to relieve Lark of her burden and fell to the floor with a loud crash.
In an instant Frank turned his attention towards his daughter, eyes glazed over but a subtle fury building up behind them. "What the fuck was that?" He growled at her, standing up. Frank was definitely gone, completely drunk, but that did not stop him from approaching Lark with the bottle in his hand. She looked up at him defiantly. "Just a piece of junk. Now leave me alone." Lark hissed. Frank looked over to see what dish it was, and went into a drunken rage. They fought for several minutes before Lark fell to the floor in a heap, Frank satisfied and walking back over to the couch. His friend did not even pay any mind to the scuffle, and not once told the man to stop laying a hand on his daughter. Lark, sobbing from the rage, pulled herself up and limped out of the front door without looking back. Fortunately she already had her wallet and other important items so going back to the house was something she could avoid for a while. Her side was throbbing wildly, and almost fell over on the sidewalk. Going to the hospital...I'd rather shoot myself. But she knew that if she wandered the streets of the Hollow limping and holding her side she was probably placing herself in danger. Eyes darting to and fro in the shadows of the evening, Lark tried to stand up as straight as possible and head towards the one place she dreaded. The one place where Lark felt vulnerable and her pride banished to the corner.
It took a lot longer than normal being inhibited by the pain and anger surging through her body, but finally managed to pull herself through the front door of the hospital. It smelled of sterile surgical tools and germicides. It felt like death and sick people. Lark shuddered and walked up to the desk, still holding her side. Frank managed to miss her face which saved her from any upfront questioning, but it was most certainly stained with tears. "Can I help you?" The attendant asked sweetly, smiling but appearing concerned for the brunette's condition. Lark leaned against the counter. "I just need to get a few bruises checked out is all. I have one on my side that needs looking at." The attendant stood up but Lark shook her head, daring the woman to come any closer. This was going to be looked at by a doctor, and a doctor alone. Then, the doctor/patient confidentiality terms were held in place and she would feel safe. Lark filled out all of the information and went to sit in the waiting room. Her eyes were trained on the digital clock over head, watching the numbers scroll by lazily. They were almost lulling, would it not have been for the person three seats down coughing constantly. After what seemed like forever, a nurse walked out and summoned for Lark to follow, which she did as quickly as possible to escape the sickness lingering in the room. "Wait in here," The nurse directed kindly, opening the door. "Someone will be with you shortly."
With that, the nurse disappeared and left the fire student to her own devices. She glanced around the room for a moment or two before sitting atop the bed, gripping the edges tightly. Her side was burning, as though someone shoved a knife underneath her ribs, and her leg was aching. I could fare a fight at school better than this... Lowering her gaze, Lark stared at her lap and waited as patiently as she possibly could. She had to admit that sitting here was better than being at home. Anything was better than home.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 10, 2012 6:00:21 GMT -5
In light of a recent heat wave, the hospital was even more busy than usual owing to several cases of heat stroke and dehydration. Though Joshua was not a doctor, he too felt the strain as the supervisor ordered everyone around more crabbily than usual and glared down any person who thought to stand still for more than a few seconds. Josh respected Stacy but he made a note to stay out of her way unless he was in dire need of talking to her. As he was a student studying pre-med and his father owned the hospital, Josh was sometimes allowed to help deal with the less serious cases, things that involved simple scrapes that anyone with knowledge of first aid and anatomy could deal with. There usually wasn't any need for this (the hospital preferred to trust its professionals for the most part) but on the busiest of days the advanced volunteers that were allowed to help out didn't have much of a choice. Though he regretted that people had to be hurt in order for it to happen, Josh enjoyed the busier days. It gave him actual, hands-on experience in the environment he one day hoped to work in full-time. It had also helped him secure the job as a medical aide at the retirement home when the staff at the hospital were able to put in a good word. He was genuinely pleased with the amount of trust being placed in him lately and felt calm despite the hectic environment of the hospital.
When Stacy was preoccupied, Joshua ducked down a side-hallway and made his way over to one of the water dispensers, taking a long drink and leaning against the wall to recollect himself. He might have felt calm but he was starting to feel the effects of darting around the maze-like hallways of the hospital for the past few hours. He'd offered to extend his usual volunteer hours when his supervisor had commented on how much there was to do that day and though he didn't regret it, he had to wonder what sort of a state he'd be in when he got home. This is what you wanted, he reminded himself. And it was, so he didn't complain, just pushed off of the wall and went back to work. Some time later when he was finished with the assigned task, Joshua made his way back to Stacy and hoped she wouldn't be too short with him. Her brown eyes were critical as she narrowed them in his direction, apparently trying to deduce whether or not he was slacking. "Dale," she said, frowning. "What do you need?" He told her that he'd finished what she'd asked him to do and she gestured over to the attendant at the desk. "Well don't make yourself scarce, make yourself useful and go see if she's got anything you can handle." He could have argued and said that he wasn't standing around idly and watching the dust collect but he knew better than to challenge the woman after so many years of working with her. Instead he nodded and approached the attendant as he was told.
"Stacy griping at you?" the attendant asked sympathetically when he leaned against the counter and asked if there was anything he could get up to. He chuckled and nodded as the woman searched through the patients needing care for anything he was capable of dealing with. "She gets like that. I'm surprised she hasn't been promoted." Though he, too, had wondered why Stacy forever remained in the middle of the food chain, Joshua replied with, "Oh, I don't know if she'd want to be. I think she likes bossing everyone about as she does." The attendant seemed to think this was quite amusing. After a moment she nodded to herself and gave him a room number, saying something about a bruise. Confident this was up his alley, Joshua navigated the hospital halls until he reached the room with the small golden plaque beside the door indicating the room he'd been directed to. He wore a relaxed expression as he walked through the door, an expression which slipped immediately when he caught sight of who he'd be dealing with. In an attempt to be professional he wiped the shock from his features and assumed a neutral expression but he was sure she would have been able to catch it in his face. "Lark," he said. "I didn't expect—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. It was obvious he wouldn't have expected this, there was no use saying it.
He gave a bit of an awkward pause as he realised he was supposed to be treating her and wondered whether or not Lark would trust him with such an important matter. He helped out in the Medical Wing all the time but he was not sure she knew that and hospitals were a bit different. "It's been a busy day so I'm helping out more than usual," he started, to explain why he was here instead of ferrying some drug or another between the pharmacy to the rooms. He did a lot of that. It was no wonder he stayed thin with all the exercise this job gave him! "If you'd prefer someone, you know, professional, I could get one of the doctors." He gave this option to some of the patients when he was asked to help them simply because he didn't want to be blamed if they were uncomfortable. He was just doing what everyone told him to do. "Or I could help you. I'm not completely incompetent, y'know." He used humour as a mild attempt to lighten the situation, trying and failing to avoid the more difficult matter at hand. Lark was hurt. "What happened? They said something about a bruise—did you get into a fight?" He automatically assumed that some idiot had crossed her temper and she'd just gotten the worst of it.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 10, 2012 15:04:27 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
The minutes dragged on, noises of other patients and doctors muffled beyond the closed door of the room. Lark normally would have paced the room or might have managed to talk herself into leaving, but where the hell would she go? Home? No way. Maybe after this ordeal Frank would be passed out in his recliner or in bed and she could go right to her bedroom without any troubles, but right now this was a safe place. Sure her pride was thrown out the window, but she did not feel like she had much of that left after that fight. Lark leaned forward a little, wincing at the sharp pain jabbing at her side. As she slowly leaned back, about to lift up her shirt to assess the damage, the door opened. The girl looked up and there was nothing she could do but stare. Shit... "Josh..." There in the doorway stood the one person she least expected to enter the room. She knew he volunteered at the hospital, but that fact slipped her mind until it was too late. Lark pushed a strand of hair out of her face and dodged his gaze. "Didn't expect it either," She replied with a pained smile, still keeping her eyes on the wall to her right. It was plain and ordinary but better than looking her best friend in the eye. She felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Lark finally pulled her gaze away from the wall and looked at Joshua, almost flinching as she did so. It was obvious that the hospital was busy, and that Josh was helping them out otherwise he would not have been standing there in front of her. At first she assumed it was a mistake or he possibly came in to grab something for another patient, but obviously this was his assignment. She swallowed the lead building up in her throat. "It doesn't matter to me, honestly." She admitted, shrugging. She flinched again at the movements. "Doctor in training is just as good as any professional." Although that was not quite the truth, this was Josh. If some random scrawny guy wandered in, adjusting his glasses and offering help without a Ph.D she would probably usher him out with a firm finger and a glare. It was no offense to any other volunteer, of course. She did wonder if having Josh help was going to do more bad than good, because that meant he would have to see the damage done to her by Frank. Would she have to tell him? What would happen if she did? Fear welled up in her chest and made it difficult to breathe, but she played it off as though she were merely in pain.
A small smile twitched on her lips at his attempt at humor, but it was brief. Lark felt incredibly vulnerable. "Yeah...yeah I got in a fight." There was no lying to Josh today. He needed to know what was going on at home, right? She lied to him in the woods about her home life being considerably normal, but now it was going to backfire. Lark sighed. She would wait until after he looked at the injuries. "You know how it is. No real surprise right?" Lark asked, glancing between him and her lap anxiously. It was now or never. She couldn't refuse help, even though requesting it felt extremely odd. Closing her eyes, Lark lifted up the the right side of her shirt to reveal a large bruise that was possibly the size of two fists put together. The welt was still forming since the fight was so recent, but the coloration was already deep purple and black nearest the middle. She blinked a few times as she looked down at it, then at Josh with a pleading and helpless look in her eyes. "I'm...not sure what damage is done inside," Lark started, lowering her shirt. She was careful to avoid touching it. "It feels like a knife is jamming up under my ribs. Makes it hard to breathe. And my leg hurts pretty bad too but that's really the least of my worries right now." She was sure Frank got a good hit or two in to her upper thigh, but there were no sensitive kidneys or ribs that might be easy to snap if hit the right way. Had he been sober and the fight went down, who knew? The man might have used his elemental powers and Lark would be in worse shape than she was in right now. Being drunk might have saved her more than she realized.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 11, 2012 1:23:17 GMT -5
He swallowed awkwardly when his friend averted her gaze, wondering what was going through her mind. His own was a mess of confusion and concern, having pretty much flat-lined the moment that he'd stepped into the room. He shifted uncomfortable and stared at the blank white walls and the stainless steel sink, breathing in the smell of antiseptic and incredible cleanliness. The smell of the hospital did not concern him, of course, for he'd worked here for several years and was used to it. It was his friend that was worrying him as she sat there injured and in pain. He was glad when she finally looked back at him, if only because it assured him it wasn't his fault she was so uncomfortable. He had been a little concerned that she'd thought of him as incompetent or something but the fact she said it didn't matter soothed his concerns. He noticed her flinch and swallowed again, trying to separate his concern for a friend from his professional concern for a patient. This is why they don't usually let families treat one another, right? His father was adamant about looking after the family and would always opt for treatment at home before sending anyone to be hospitalized, knowing that there they would likely be forced to see someone with no attachment. He knew that it was meant to keep the strain off both doctor and patient and appreciated that but he decided it was better not to back out now.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice quiet but audible. "I know what I'm doing. They wouldn't let me anywhere near you if I didn't." He'd already said as much before but it had been spoken lightly to ease tension. Now he said it much more seriously in an attempt to reassure her that he wasn't going to screw anything up. He certainly hoped he wouldn't. Josh was confident enough in himself, though, else he wouldn't have dared take on something like this. Screwing up around a total stranger was one thing, it was ten times worse when the victim was a good friend. He nodded when she said that it was a fight, lips twitching but expression appearing strained. No, it wasn't surprising. Lark usually handled these sorts of things herself thanks to her pride, though, and so he could already tell it was going to be bad when he realised she'd sucked it up and came here. Keep calm, he reminded himself. This would be good practice for staying calm in the future, right? When he was working with serious things like operations and the like he'd need to be really careful and composed. Normally he was flawless in this but the whole situation had caught him off guard. He hissed through his teeth in surprise when he saw the massive bruise, wincing sympathetically. "Some fight," he remarked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't ask any more questions, wanting to get the diagnosis out of the way before he asked what the hell he was diagnosing.
As he was not sexually attracted to Lark in any way, all awkwardness in his tone during the next question was purely thanks to the situation itself. "Do you mind if I take a look? I have an idea of what it might be, but I want to be sure." He'd broken several ribs and bruised or cracked others when he'd been jumped the first time with the nail-embedded baseball bat. He still had the jagged parallel scars along his ribs to remind him of the event. He recalled the sharp pains and how it had often hurt when he'd sucked in more than the bare minimum of air into his lungs, a sharp stabbing pain that could bring tears to the eyes. Lark's description sounded familiar but it was always best to be sure. "I'm going to have to touch it and it'll probably hurt, so please don't punch me. I do have the rest of my shift to survive through, you know, and I don't want any awkward questions." He gave her another half-smile. He was unable to resist humour even in the worst of times. It helped at times to soothe awkwardness at least. "Is it just a bruise on your leg, too? I can take a look at that if you want but if you're convinced that'll be fine without inspection, I'll understand." He figured there wasn't much he could do for her leg. A simple bruise was often better left alone. "I could get you some ice, too, if you want it. It helps." Ice was a good way to deal with bruises. If she had a broken or cracked rib, though, that was a little more concerning. Her leg was indeed the least of her worries. He waited for her confirmation that he could take a look, though, because he didn't want to overstep boundaries.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 11, 2012 22:42:58 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
Lark knew that Josh was capable of caring for her, and so his reassuring words were only a verbal confirmation of that fact. She kept her gaze trained on everything but his eyes, though they managed to find them every once in a while in passing. It was not hard to tell that Joshua was concerned even though he might have tried to conceal it, which only made Lark feel even worse. There she was taking up his time when he could very well be tending to a patient who probably needed more aid than she did. It was hard to accept the idea that she was worth much of anything anymore. Josh was really one of the few people she had left in this world, and he had a life of his own to live. Oh, how she felt like such a burden, a waste of space. Her lower lip quaked for a half second to reveal said feelings. When Joshua hissed and winced at the reveal of her bruise, Lark frowned and sighed. “You can say that again,” She muttered sadly, not wanting to go into details yet. What was Josh going to think? There was nothing anyone could do. It was all up to her to protect herself. That was how it had always been, and probably always would be. Relying on her friends every step of the way was out of the question.
“Yeah, sure,” Lark replied in nonchalance, not all too phased by the question. Josh was a doctor, and as such he had to examine the damage in order to make a proper diagnosis. Besides, he was a lot like an older brother. None of this was the least bit unnerving. Hesitantly the girl lifted her shirt again and hissed from the movement, gingerly removing her arm from the arm loop of her tank-top and resting the fabric limply on her shoulder. This could not be any worse than when she came tearing out of the girls’ bathroom topless at school after some snotty water student decided it would be great fun to burst the pipes. No matter how amusing that encounter was after she calmed down Lark was definitely more conscious of how quick she was to anger. Maybe that’s why I didn’t anticipate my dad… Lark had been so focused on trying to retain herself that his attack caught her off guard. She eyed Joshua warily before letting her shoulders drop, one hand still gripping at the table and the other moved back slightly so Josh could look at the bruise. The pain she felt inhaling was enough to drive her mad. “I’m not gonna punch you. Besides I think that would hurt me more than you at this point.” Lark managed a half-enthused chuckle but not much more, coughing a little from the sudden rush of air into her lungs and the pressure it placed on her side.
It was almost amazing how sensitive Joshua was. He was a fire, yes, and had his temper just as any of the others in their element, but something was different. Nell had a good impact on him and she was happy to see something different in her friend. I’ll have to thank Nell, Lark thought in passing. Josh was in his place of work and that required sensitivity and delicacy but even so it stuck out to the Fire girl more than it would any one of the other patients he visited. “My leg is fine. I can walk on it and everything. Just really sore.” Her gaze was soft and appreciative, but behind them lay something hidden. Something she was scared to tell Josh. To him it might have looked like the spark of pain or perhaps a bit of sadness, but she could not be sure what he could read. At the suggestion of ice, Lark met his gaze with a solid stare of her own and nodded, still looking grateful for his presence. What would have happened if someone else entered the room? How would things have gone then? Lark would never know, but knew that it was this way for a reason. Placing the ice on her leg, exhaling loudly to try and calm herself from the pain, she looked down at her lap. “It’s uh…it’s amazing the strength someone can have when they are angry and drunk, huh?” Lark bit her lip hard. It was her way of breaking the news to Josh that, for the first time in her life, she had to fight off her own dad. She could have sworn her heart was thudding loudly in her ears from the nerves. Lark stole a glance at her side, eyes hollow and lifeless. “Guess I’m not as tough as I thought I was.”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 12, 2012 1:41:20 GMT -5
He was glad that she trusted him enough to let him examine the bruise and he gave her a look that was sympathetic but not pitying. He did not pity his friends because no one liked pity, not unless they were some self-obsessed attention whore that liked anything that focused solely on them. "Yeah, it probably would," he agreed. In order to lift her arm to punch him she'd probably strain the impacted area in some way and end up wounding herself more than she could hurt him. He was almost apologetic as he examined the injury, careful to be as gentle as possible but knowing that it was going to hurt his friend no matter what he did. Yes, he decided that this was definitely why family members were advised or forbidden against treating one another. Lark might not have been family but to Josh his friends were as good as. Still, he was thorough in his determination to get to the bottom of things. He made sure to ask her what hurt and what didn't, treating her as more of a patient than a friend for both of their sanity and comfort. He nodded when he stepped back, having been right on his earlier assumption. "I'm pretty sure you've got some damage to one of your ribs." The bruise was pretty damn bad and so Josh supposed that wasn't all too surprising. "It might be best to get an x-ray to make sure it isn't broken—it could just be bruised or cracked, which poses less health risks. Do you want me to arrange that?" Smart as he was, he could not see through her and so was only going off the indications of pain and what she'd told him about it hurting to breathe.
He now felt even worse for her, because Joshua had broken a couple ribs before and knew how much of a bitch they were to heal. He'd been constantly worried about the possibility of the ribs puncturing something and he'd been forced to rely on painkillers in order to concentrate properly past the stabbing pains each time he inhaled. "Unfortunately there isn't much we can do for rib damage," he said, generalizing 'we' as the hospital to specify that it wasn't his own inexperience with major health issues that was holding them back. "It's best not to wrap it, as that causes health risks. I'd suggest taking it easy and relying on medication for the pain." Then, abandoning the professional air for a moment, he gave her a half-smile and said, "I've broke a rib before so I can tell you it'll take a while to heal and it's a pain in the ass until it does, but you should be alright. You can take it." He was complimenting her on her toughness at this point, knowing that she was as proud and stubborn as he could be and that they could relate on that front. He retrieved the ice when she said that she wanted it, glad that he could at least do something besides telling her that she was fucked and shit out of luck. "Remember not to ice anything for too long at one time," he said, figuring precautions were best taken early in case she didn't know. There was a good chance it was common sense but he always said it anyway to be safe. "Frostbite does more harm than good."
At first Lark's words didn't strike him as anything too out of the ordinary. "Angry and drunk? Were you at a party?" He was no stranger to the brawls that could break out at social gatherings once the temperamental drunks got a couple of beers into them. Josh wasn't too nasty a drunk, something that surprised a lot of people. Then it sank in when he noticed her expression—drunk. An overwhelming wave of emotions hit him at once, square in the chest, and it took him several seconds to sort out his thoughts and calm down. Anger. Upset. Protectiveness. More anger. Breathe, he instructed himself, taking in a slow breath and then exhaling. Calm down. Lark doesn't need you flying off the handle. "Will you be okay at home?" The worry was evident, he didn't even bother trying to hide it. Lark didn't need his anger at her father, she needed a friend right now. Being pissed off at the man—which he certainly was—would not help either of them. "If you want somewhere to stay for the night, my door is always open." Remembering that most of his friends were still under the impression that his door was not his but that of his fiancée, he said, "My parents left me the house so Nell and I live separately now. You wouldn't be imposing on anything." He was reluctant to let Lark go home to a violent drunk who'd just cracked his own daughter's rib and left her with a good load of bruises to boot.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 12, 2012 16:35:25 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender Lark hissed and closed her eyes as Josh examined the injury, careful to keep her hand clutched tightly around the table where she sat. The other hand was just out of gripping distance so she took to clenching a fist instead. She answered every question he threw at her, trying her best to retain the tears that threatened to fall. It hurt. Whether the pain was completely due to the injury was not certain, but Lark had a feeling it was a mixture of several emotions pouring over her. Anger. Hatred. Sadness. Loneliness. Embarrassment. Lost. The only positive emotion she felt was gratitude towards her friend for being present and doing what he could to help. Lark had her fair share of injuries over the years, but this was different. This was not a fight she intended to start; Frank was not supposed to be an enemy. Even at home the world seemed divided. Out of her attempts to control the pain she almost snapped with a snide comment of 'no shit', but refrained. He was doing his job. "That's what I thought," Was what Lark said instead, exhaling slowly as the pain dwindled into a dull throbbing once again. "I guess an x-ray would be the best idea. I need to know what I'm dealing with." That was not to say she would do everything suggested once she found out the extent of the damage--that was, unless it was going to pose a serious threat to other organs. She was stubborn but not entirely stupid. Lark wondered how she was going to pay for all of this. Frank had no idea she even left, and if he did, why would he care?
It was hard to deal with the fact that nothing immediate could be done to remedy the situation. Lark wanted so bad to have all of this go away. She wanted to wake up and see the bright summer sun peeking in through her window, signifying that all of this was just one fucked up nightmare. That wasn't going to happen. She pinched herself several times on the way to the hospital to check. Although this pain is real enough. I would have woken up by now. "Yeah, whatever you got I guess," Lark started, gritting her teeth as a small surge of pain jolted her side. A faint twitch of a smile creased the corner of her lips before looking down into her lap. "Glad you think so." She didn't want to tell him it was more than just her physical state that was aching and broken. It was as though the world wanted to break her down until she was nothing.
"I'll be careful," Lark replied, letting Josh know she was listening to his advice. Hesitantly she slid the ice pack a little further down her leg and left it there for a while. If anyone else had given her orders the response might have been entirely different, but this was Josh. It was strange how soothing it was to hear him just...talk. To hear a voice that was not slurred with alcohol, or laced with anger. She soaked it in and embraced the calm words that graced her ears, and was determined not to let it slip by. When he asked about a party, Lark lifted her eyebrows and pushed them together, shaking her head. Just as she was about to explain, Josh seemed to catch on to what she was insinuating. The concern in his eyes bothered her; Lark hated burdening people. She had done that so much to Josh lately. Her hands clasped together tightly in her lap, eyes hard as she stared at them. She was not angry at Josh, but herself. A light scoff passed her lips. "I have nowhere else, you know that." Of course she wouldn't be okay, but it was out of everyone's hands. What were they gonna do? Nothing. Lark wouldn't let them step in to begin with, which complicated things even more. She was too stubborn for that. The girl shook her head and smiled weakly up at him, wringing her hands together. "Imposing or not...it's not something I should do. I've bothered you enough already with, well, everything. You've put up with enough. It's not your burden to bear."
It was hard for Lark to say what she did, because she knew that Josh was serious in his offer. However no matter how much he felt she was not imposing, she felt it was. The past times they saw one another was only when the bad things happened, and Lark hated it. That was not how things were supposed to work with friends. They were supposed to be supportive, yes, but not with everything life threw your way. Lark quickly wiped away a little moisture from her face and laughed. The laugh was lifeless and empty. "I'm tired of seeing you only when I have problems. I want things to go back to the way they were. I want to spend time laughing and doing stupid shit and having fun and smiling. I want to meet Nell, and be friends, and..." By this point Lark's face was stained with tears, but she stopped caring about halfway through her rant. "And I want my dad out of my life. But I guess all of this is just out of reach." Her shoulders were shaking, but not from the crying; they were quaking from the surge of emotion washing over her body, and it could only handle so much before the muscles started to quiver. After a moment or two Lark inhaled--painfully, of course--and settled herself down into a state of semi-neutrality. She thought maybe she was finding some sense of normalcy after weeks of losing sleep, but life came to kick her down again.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 12, 2012 19:07:39 GMT -5
Joshua dipped his head when she said that she would agree to an x-ray, glad that her pride wasn't going to cause her to refuse. He was worried about the possibility of a break. One thing about studying to become a doctor was learning all of the risks that went along with illnesses, fractures, breaks and other things—it could make a situation seem a lot worse when you were aware of all the possible complications. He remained placid and steady around Lark, however, able to keep up some semblance of professionalism even when he was with his friend. "I'll go and do that now," he said, not wanting to waste her time. The x-ray itself was rather quick and it would be waiting for the results that was going to take some time. Twitching his lips at her when it was over and done with, he said, "I reckon they'll get back to us pretty quickly. They haven't been terribly busy today—that's a good thing, I suppose." Heat stroke and dehydration didn't need x-rays and so the influx of patients suffering from these ailments thankfully didn't harm the radiology department too much. Besides, Josh knew the guys that worked in the department and he'd slipped a hint (without Lark's knowledge) that he'd be grateful if they didn't take their time. It wasn't that hard to diagnose whether or not someone's ribs were broken and any real delay would be out of laziness. He still had the rest of his shift and couldn't remain with Lark for hours while they stood around shooting the breeze. He could spare a little while and hoped that they'd get back before he had to leave.
Whether it was thanks to what he'd said to them or their general productivity on that day, the radiology department was generous in getting back the results. The crack was not visible on the x-ray (they often weren't) but nor was a break, which was what Joshua had been concerned about. It meant her ribs were either cracked or bruised (though he suspected a crack since her pain seemed more intense) and that she wouldn't have to worry about puncturing a lung. "Now all you'll need to do is monitor your breathing and make sure you don't suppress the urge to cough," he said. "It hurts like a bitch, believe me, I know, but it could make you sick if you hold it off." Luckily for Joshua he'd been recovering at home with a doctor in the family who had watched him like a hawk to make sure nothing new developed. Donovan had been irritating at times when Josh had only wanted peace and solitude but he was grateful for it looking back, knowing that he'd have sooner taken risks and avoided the pain rather than coughing when it felt like his ribs were trying to carve him open from the inside. He frowned at his friends when she refused the offer, hating the word 'burden' as it passed her lips. "There's only me and my sister," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure Annabel wouldn't mind your staying one night so that you don't go back there when there's still some sort of... danger." His jaw set and locked for a moment as he fought back another wave of anger. He hated the idea of Lark's father slapping her around.
He blinked calmly at her when she laughed despite the fact that the sound made his gut twist. He wished there was something more that he could do for her—she was one of his closest friends and it seemed there was very little power in his hands, here. He gave her a sad smile when she lamented over the loss of the better days in their friendship and shook his head. "I don't mind. I'm glad I can help, really." He actually preferred that his friends go to him for help or advice rather than suffering the consequences of their silence. He knew from personal experience that suppressing or neglecting the things that were bothering you could have a negative effect. Then again, on the flip-side, his own desire to help did not change the fact that he hardly ever went for help when it was him who was in any sort of danger or disarray. He'd talked to Nell a few times when he was upset but he just wasn't the type. Maybe Lark was the same but it didn't change his desire to be there for her. "You're one of my closest friends. I'd be a bit of a dick if I resented you, yeah?" He chuckled himself, and though it wasn't as lifeless as her laugh had been there was still some strain on it. "As for Nell, you can meet her any time you like. We can get together some time." He trusted Lark around his fiancée despite their opposing elements. "School will complicate things, as usual, but our friendship matters to me. No matter what we do when we're hanging out." Even if it was chatting awkwardly in a hospital room.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 13, 2012 20:27:10 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
Lark nodded and had the x-rays done, but not without grunting and wincing from moving around for them to actually get appropriate pictures. She was not all too concerned about how long it was going to take; Joshua might have to get back to work but she was not looking forward to making any attempts to go home. "Okay, sounds good." She muttered, slowly putting her shirt back on. Every breath was painful and caused her to shut her eyes to try and keep hold of the sting in her side. However, Lark allowed herself to sit in silence with Josh while they waited for the x-rays to come back, which did not take as long as she thought they would. Lark had visited the hospital quite a bit when she was young and had a lot more fire to her personality and fights were a lot more common. At that age though, everything seemed to take forever. She was not quite sure if this was actually how long it took, or if it was just her lucky day. Her eyes glanced over the x-rays as they lit up on the screen, a faint sigh of relieve passing through her nose.
"Coughing, right." Lark repeated, nodding at him. As it was stated before if this had been anyone else she would not have cared to listen, but Joshua knew what he was doing and would not have told her to do something that could be dangerous. "This is gonna be so incredibly fun to deal with..." She rolled her eyes a little. As if her insomnia wasn't bad enough, now the night was going to be filled with breathing induced pain as she tried to lay there and stay still. Some pain meds might help some but then she would have to continue to lay there and stare at the ceiling for fear of doing anything else. Thus her night would be spent thinking back on the past half year and wondering where everything went horribly wrong, and what needed to happen to change things around if she could. "If you say so. Though I don't know what difference it will make in the long run." She looked at him and smiled faintly, though it was more pained than anything. "But thank you, it means a lot. At least one night away will give me a chance to relax."
One night of reprieve was wonderful, but what was going to happen tomorrow? Or the day after that? Would Frank begin to snap at every little thing she fucked up, or was this just a fluke? No one was there to stop him--even his friend sat back in his chair and watched the whole event without even a hint of regret. It made Lark's stomach twist. There was no where to go, no place to escape permanently. She did not want to rely on Josh for everything. It was not his job, or anyone else's. "Yeah I guess but it would be warranted to resent me." Lark stated flatly, shrugging her shoulders. The feeling that she was a burden was growing ever heavier, and the urge to walk out of the room increased. However, a twitch of a smile graced her lips as she glanced up at Joshua, nodding her head briefly. "That would be really nice. I think I'll like her. And besides it would be weird to know you're getting married and having never met the girl." A brief glimpse of her former self broke through but it was brief. The alliances were becoming more of a pain in the ass than anything else, and she could only wonder if her decision to switch sides was already made. It was just the fear of actually switching that was holding her back...right? And my friends. Those I do have...
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 14, 2012 3:50:00 GMT -5
Again he found himself feeling helpless to assist her as he remembered the pain of his own injuries and how long it had taken them to heal. They had been accompanied by other wounds as well and so had been considerably worse (plus, his ribs had been broken) but it was enough to relate and to sympathise. He refrained from saying so, however, not wanting to disturb Lark's pride. He twitched his lips in relief when she agreed to take him up on the offer, having been reluctant to send her away from the hospital and right back onto the doorstep of the man who'd put her here to begin with. As Lark said, one night might not have been enough, but he hoped to at least let the storm of the night blow over. Maybe her complete asshole of a father would be a little less of one in the morning. He knew it wasn't as likely as he wanted it to be but hope was all he could hold out on at the moment. "We can hang out like we used to, without worrying about being overheard by some idiots with the nerve to rat us out." In putting it lightly, acting like it was going to be a night with a friend rather than what it really was, Josh hoped to put them both at ease. He figured he could pretend that Lark was alright and that it was a normal night for her sake. He'd have to pretend to keep up a guise from Annabel. He didn't want to worry his little sister. She was thirteen now and smarter than a lot of people gave her credit for but it didn't mean he was any less protective than he'd been in the beginning, when she'd just been a toddler and he a stubborn kid.
It always bothered him when his friends acted like they didn't want to burden him with their problems. Sometimes he got angry about it—he couldn't help his anger—but most of the time it was more a feeling of upset. Did they think he was so shallow that he'd see them as a bother if they went to him for help? Then again, perhaps they only assumed he was this way because of how little he said about himself. He didn't care enough about being trusted and relied upon to open up about his own problems only to create some sort of common ground. With Lark he could at least draw comfort from the idea that it was her pride and not his own personality that held her back from the will to talk to him. With others he was a lot less certain. It was strange how someone so mistrusting thrived off being trusted by others. If a friend ever suggested he wasn't good enough to be trusted, it hurt. He didn't expect them all to share their problems but to be told that he was not the type that could be talked to in times of need was like suggesting he wasn't a good enough person. Joshua was far from sensitive but he was not completely immune to a little wounding. It didn't feel personal with Lark and so the slight upset was brief. "No, I wouldn't," he disagreed, his tone still friendly but firm and unwavering. "I resent the people that deserve it. You don't deserve to be resented because you suffered through something and asked for advice." He shook his head. If people deserved to be hated for their issues then he was well on his way to widespread loathing.
He didn't often question the alliances as much as some. He'd accepted his own treachery and tried to obey his new alliance as much as he could, not really seeing his outside friendships as 'bad' because he wasn't letting them get in the way of his loyalty. However, he did regret them when it came to things like this. He wanted to be able to introduce Lark and Nell at school and maybe lunch together in the cafeteria or hang out in the library, procrastinating on their studies in favour of conversation. That was how he'd prefer a meeting to go, not cautiously glancing over his shoulder all the time when they were in company. It had been easy when he was with his old alliance to ignore Devin and Ace at school because he was used to it. He'd started grade nine knowing that he couldn't associate with his best friend and when he'd worked with Ace at the hospital and discovered he was an elemental he'd known that they couldn't be seen together, either. It was different with Lark. They'd been in the eyes of the Academy as friends for years and suddenly his choices had drove them apart. He wondered if Lark or Skye ever resented him for choosing Nell over them, especially since they hadn't been together at the time. They were out for blood. I couldn't have stood against her knowing that. He pushed the thoughts aside, the guilt taking a back seat. "Well, you'd meet her at the wedding," he pointed out. He was smiling, though, obviously kidding. They were bound to meet before then. Noting the time, he shifted uncomfortably and hoped Stacy didn't bite his head off for not going at lightning speed. "I should probably get back to work," he said. "Do you want to wait until I get off and come back with me, or...?" He would leave it up to Lark, he decided.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 15, 2012 14:32:14 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
Lark could only smile a little, the faintest of snorts passing through her nostrils. “How I wish that were the case.” She stated sadly, shaking her head. Even Joshua knew that a normal night of hanging out was seemingly out of reach at this point, being as the last several times they saw one another always had a negative connotation. They were all her fault of course, which made her frustrated with herself even more. She felt selfish. He has Nell and his sister and school and his volunteer work… She felt as though she were inhibiting him. The only source of comfort Lark could find was in the fact that they discussed last year that their meetings should only be for important issues, which most of these were. She did not want that to be the case but it was unavoidable. “But I’ll play it up. It’ll at least make me feel better. Even if we just…sit there and read. I’ll be happy. Or whatever you want to do. I’m not picky in the least.” She would be in a cozy house with friendly people and no stench of alcohol. How wonderful that was going to be. Sure her rib was cracked and sleep would not come easy but it was better than home. And she had to admit that spending time with Josh without the pressures of being seen or gossiped about sounded really nice. Cracked rib and shattered pride aside, it would be a good opportunity to just sit and talk or…do whatever it was he wanted. That would be good enough for her.
“If you say so,” Lark replied, shrugging it off. She tended to do that a lot lately. Oh, how she wanted to argue with him and say that she was worth resenting for how often she came to him with her struggles and problems and nothing more…but at the same time there was no sense in discussing this with Josh. One, this was Josh. Arguing with him would be like arguing with a brick wall. He won’t waver. Two, Lark was simply not feeling in the mood to banter about something that felt quite petty in the long run. She had to admit she was glad he held no ill will towards her, and accepted what he said with a faint smile. It could be worse, for sure. The smile widened a bit when he mentioned the wedding, and was glad that the invitation was practically there. Even if she and Nell did not talk before hand that was okay; she had to cope with the fact that, right now, the alliances were not going to be forgiving simply because she wanted them to be. That’s not how it worked. It pissed her off none the less. She really wanted to meet this girl and talk to her. Lark never strove to make friends with many people because she was so guarded, but this was Joshua’s fiancé. That in and of itself was reason enough for her to try for a friendship, even if Nell was hesitant or unwilling. It could not hurt to try. At least establish an acquaintanceship, if nothing more… Lark would be content with any status, so long as the label was not “enemy”. She was fucking tired of that word.
Sighing a little bit, the girl nodded and gestured to the door with a faint nod. She supposed she could sit in the waiting room and sleep for a little bit while Josh finished his shift; maybe Lark could catch up on a little lost sleep while away from that house. Who knew? Maybe being in a different home, a different environment might help her to sleep despite the pain in her side. The pain medications would certainly help that along. “I’ll wait for you. I don’t think walking anywhere alone right now is extremely wise, no matter how much I wish it was.” With that, Lark slid off of the table slowly to ensure she did not make any strange moves to harm herself. In passing Joshua the brunette smiled up at him and placed a hand on his upper arm in silent gratitude for being in her life. For being her friend. For being there even when things felt at their worst. They had their squabbles in the past, but what proved a friendship was the ability to overcome that and keep the bond created before anything ever happened. “Thanks again.” Lark half whispered as she left the room and went back into the waiting room to rest and wait for Josh. In that time, she had managed to doze off for a short while. It was dreamless and oh so sweet.
[Time skip sounds good <3 They can do puzzles. Hahaha.]
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 16, 2012 15:13:22 GMT -5
Joshua dipped his head in acknowledgement when Lark said she would wait, his lips twitching softly when she rested her hand on his arm. "Any time," he replied. He felt bad about leaving her on her own but soothed this feeling by reminding himself of the alternative. Waiting for a friend in a hospital was better than returning home to your deadbeat drunk of a father and getting another rib cracked. As he'd expected, Stacy was as snippy as usual when he approached her again. He endured a brief reprimand for 'taking his sweet time', not arguing because he knew he could have been quicker if he'd had no relation to the patient he'd been treating. Thank goodness she doesn't know about that. He knew she'd be furious with him if she found out he'd spent extra time with Lark out of favouritism. Thankfully he didn't have to endure her sharp tongue for too long as the woman needed him to help out and so couldn't keep him for much more than five minutes. "Go help out in the eastern wing," she said, gesturing unnecessarily in the general direction. He didn't ask 'of what building?' because he was well aware she meant the one they were standing in. "Will do." He was glad to get away and into the sanctuary of the hallways. It could get a little hectic dodging around the other people going about their business but it was something he was used to. A few hours later he finally wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and sighed.
"I'll be the one with heat stroke, next," he remarked to his fellow volunteer. She appeared equally worn out and nodded instead of answering verbally, busy downing a drink of water. "At least we're done for the day." They were two of the few who'd volunteered extra hours and so they would be some of the last volunteers to leave that day. His father had even worked a shorter shift than he had and he ran the place. One of the perks, I guess. He made his way back to Lark and lifted his brows in surprise when he realised she was asleep. Joshua took advantage of her unconscious state to flop down in a chair beside her for five minutes, his legs sore from being on his feet the whole day, and then Josh nudged her arm with his hand to rouse her. "Was it really that boring?" he joked, his voice light. He'd made sure to be gentle when nudging her awake and staying clear of the bruises on her side and her leg. He didn't want to cause her more pain than she was already in. "My shift's up, thank god for that. We can head back now." There were still plenty of cars in the parking lot—while most of the volunteers had left, the hospital could not close. He didn't envy the people working the night shift. People did not stop getting sick or injuring themselves just because you wanted to get to bed at a regular hour. It was still light out being that it was summer and didn't get dark for a while but he knew it was almost dinner-time.
Sure enough, Annabel was waiting for him when they got back, hand curled around the end of the banister as she swung loosely back and forth. "Where were you? I've been home for like, an hour. I'm hungry." She could take care of herself in the house and so he was not too concerned that she'd been alone. Besides, it didn't really count as alone when there were maids going about the house and doing the cleaning. "Stop hanging off the railing, Belle, you'll break it," he replied as he switched on the lights and pulled off his boots, setting them in their designated cupboard. "You sound like Mum," she said, not listening to him as she continued to sway with the support of the rail. "What are we eating?" He rolled his eyes but looked amused as he turned his attention to Lark. "Looks like I'm cooking. Want anything?" He wouldn't mind if Lark kept him company while he busied about in the kitchen, either. There were stools along one side of the large kitchen island that ran down the centre of the room. "Hey Lark," said Annabel cheerfully. "You staying over?" Josh had not realised how hungry he was until he caught a glimpse of the food upon opening the fridge, his stomach growling in response. He put some potatoes and meat in the oven (the latter not to be eaten by Josh himself, of course) and pulled out the ingredients for salad as well. "What do you want to do after dinner?" he wondered. Annabel had since relocated, so he said, "Obviously nothing too strenuous, but to be honest I'm not in the mood for anything energetic myself. Long day." He was glad to finally be home, albeit home and cooking dinner.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 16, 2012 17:10:05 GMT -5
Do you know what it's like To wanna surrender? I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today Make me feel better, I wanna feel better Stay with me here now and never surrender
The sleep was beautiful, like a dark hole of empty thoughts and memory-less strands of R.E.M. between hearing people cough or hearing a nurse make a call over the intercom. Lark was sitting in a hospital chair with a cracked rib and bruised leg, and she was actually sleeping more peacefully than she had in a long time. So lost in her new found sleep, Lark was unaware of Joshua's presence next to her until he touched her. She nearly jolted upright in a fright, but quickly reminded herself of the repercussions should she move too fast. Slowly edging back into a normal sitting position she glanced over at Josh with a glaze of sleep in her eyes. "Boring as hell," Lark stated with a smirk. "How do you even manage to stay awake?" Of course she was teasing; his job was busy and constantly moving. Sitting there waiting for him did have its perks though. She felt refreshed and more energetic than she had before. Even her eyes regained a bit of their livelier spark. "Alright, lead the way." Lark stood up and only did a sort of awkward half stretch to prevent from messing with her side too much. She followed Josh out of the hospital and towards the parking lot, the hospital as alive as ever.
When they entered the house, Annabel was standing on the staircase swinging herself around on the banister. Lark watched them banter briefly with a rather sad smile; if only she had the opportunity to have a sibling, maybe things would be different. It could be worse. If her parents still went through with the divorce, Lark would be left to not only fend for herself but protect her younger sibling as well. Maybe being an only child was best for her. "Hi Annabel," Lark said sweetly, lifting a hand in a stationary wave. It made her feel awkward answering the next question, only remembering what his little sister assumed the last time she came over to the house. "Yeah. Haven't spent much time with Josh lately so...thought we could bum it out tonight." Lark hoped that was a good enough excuse, and waited until Annabel disappeared to look at Josh for approval. She followed him into the kitchen and made herself comfortable at one of the bar stools on the other side of the island, watching him with a quiet sisterly admiration. She thought back to when they first met, their antics at school, and all of the good times. They had their fall outs like a lot of fires did, but both of them seemed to be leveling out quite a bit by this point. Lark felt less and less like a fire elemental in personality. The change was scary, but she noticed that she kept people around her longer.
"That's a good question," Lark replied, resting her chin in her hand thoughtfully as she glanced around the kitchen. The house was gigantic, but it felt more like a home than her own place of residence did. How sad. She nodded in understanding at not wanting to choose something strenuous; not only had Lark been through hell and back, but so had Josh at work. Normally she was not extremely sensitive to other people and their emotions, but after knowing him for so long she found that she was more in tune with Josh than her acquaintances or other people in general. Sam could be easy to read at times, but that's because you had to function off of his facial expressions most of the time if he was not using his phone to text. A brief frown creased her lips. She had not seen Sam in quite some time, and wondered how he was doing. If he found out about her urge to switch sides, the meeting would probably not go well anyway. Lark sighed. "Well...what are you in the mood for? Anything laid back and quiet sounds good to me." She had not told Josh what happened with Brett, and was not so sure if she should.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 17, 2012 8:55:44 GMT -5
Josh did not notice anything off about the smile Lark gave him and his sister, simply assuming that the look in her eyes was pain from the bruises and from breathing with a cracked rib. She seemed to be managing alright, tough as ever, and this relieved him. Annabel seemed to be even less perceptive of it than he was, though of course this was because she wasn't looking for any signs. The blonde girl was a teenager now and not as gullible and naive as she'd been a few years ago but she tended to take the first layer of a situation as the real one. There was no digging deeper when it came to someone that trusted the first glance. She was suspicious of him sometimes but that was because he'd given her reason to be. He knew she'd never trust him as blindly as she had when they were younger after he'd lied to her so many times. "Oh, okay," said the younger Dale sibling with a nod, grinning. "Well, have fun you guys. I told Shelby I'd talk to her so I'll come down when dinner's ready." She didn't wait for an answer, bounding up the stairs two at a time. Joshua watched her go with a half smile and dipped his head to Lark when he noticed her looking at him. "I don't think she suspects a thing," he assured his friend. "She doesn't think we're dating, either, thank god for that. The last thing I need is my sister telling Nell I've got a mistress or something." He laughed and shook his head, seeming light-hearted and entertained by the thought.
He worked steadily and efficiently, though he could not chop things quite as neat and quick as his mother could. Joshua preferred that his fingers not become a part of the evening meal and so he would sacrifice a few minutes time in order to take it slow and keep everything attached. He was not as good of a cook as Patricia was but in living on his own he'd learned that TV dinners and canned food really did not taste as good as a home-cooked meal. TV dinners almost always contained meat and the frozen food disgusted him and canned things didn't have enough variety for him. He didn't mind soup but eating it every night for a week had gotten tiring. It was a good thing he was so skilled at following directions—the cookbooks had been a lifesaver. Salad, thankfully, was easy even to someone without any knowledge. "Well, there's poker," he chuckled, thinking to all the things they had in the games room. There was the pool table, a dartboard, all of the various cards and board games they owned (that his parents hadn't bothered taking, as they were mostly Annabel's), puzzles... "It's not as much fun with only two people, though, and Annabel can't play. Hmm..." Not that he wouldn't let his sister play, she was just clueless to the rules. "We've mostly got puzzles and board games, unless you want to watch TV or something?"
Josh wouldn't even have purchased a television if not for the news and the fact that his sister liked to watch shows. He was more of a literature kind of guy. Documentaries could be interesting enough, provided they were informative and not created with the sole purpose of gaining money in exchange for very little knowledge. He finished up the food at last, poking the chicken experimentally with a fork and frowning at it. He knew that it was supposed to be white and not pink, which it was, but it was often hard for him to judge properly cooked meat compared to other things. It wasn't like he could do a taste test. "Does that look done to you?" he wondered, glancing at Lark and furrowing his brow. After he'd sorted everything out and got out plates and cutlery, he asked, "Want anything?" He'd made plenty for the three of them as well as some leftover—in his opinion it was better wasteful than hungry. It wasn't the best or most responsible rule to live by but Josh had never been the type to be mindful of how much things cost. "Damn, I really need to hire a cook or something. I forgot how much of a pain it is to cook when you're tired." He was glad it was done with now. His mother used to handle the cooking whenever their actual cook couldn't and it was yet another one of those things he'd taken for granted.
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