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[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Today Ace was sitting around in the med wing, but he hadn't been volunteering this time. No he had a bit of road rash from practicing on his brand spanking new bike. Oh how he loved that thing, it was his favorite thing in the whole world. He loved it to death. This time though he had turned wrong and skidded, good thing that he hadn't been going over ten mph. Though his speedometer was in kilometers. He sighed, his whole arm was in bandages, but he only had a small bit of road rash. Next time he's going to wear a jacket and pants, so that he didn't get road rash again. That really sucked. It was shallow road rash, it was only a few scrapes and a bit of a burn, but he was fine. The nurse had to leave for a little bit so he was there to help treat some students who came here. It was a really slow injury day, mostly everyone was being rather peaceful, except that one chick he met once. He had seen her get into a few fights but she never saw him. He felt proud he was so sneaky.

Ace sighed as he held his knew bike helmet in his hands. It had a black tinted visor and was orange. It was a full face helmet that covered his entire head and face, totally disguising his identity. He held it up to eye level and stared at it. It was such a good looking helmet, he loved it as much as he loved his bike. Soon he'd go and buy a leather riding suit. He'd look so cool, he could be like a super hero if he wanted to. He just played around with the thought, the orange Hero or something, He'd be a vigilante, fighting the back alley scum and keeping Canada safe. Hah that would be pretty cool actually. Maybe Ace could get a job as a messenger, it would be a good way to get his money. It wasn't that bad of an idea, working as a motorcycle courier. But he had to get better at his riding skills before any of that became a reality.

He set the helmet on the desk he was sitting at and he silently twiddled his thumbs thinking about nothing in particular. He'd been here for half an hour fifteen minutes of that half an hour he'd been getting bandaged up, the other fifteen he'd been sitting at this desk doing absolutely nothing. He twirled around in his chair a few times, and even rolled it around a few times, shouting wee every time he did. Hey why not no one else was really in here. It was like a kid in mansion, all alone left to his own devices. He hadn't been thinking of much at that moment just spinning around in the chair while sliding across the room at the same time. He was being a little kid and when he finally stopped the room didn't. He was laughing a little, rather amused with his own little ride.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Why aren't you afraid of the fire, Deirdra?' 'He never used fire on me.' It had been a grueling experience, the time she had just spent with Altair. Deirdra had minor burns in several places, her left sleeve was a little charred, and below that was a worse burn just above the elbow, when the lighter had been held. She also had a few bruises, but only one was visible—the one along her left jawline, a large, purply-green thing that messed with the normal attractiveness of her face. Deirdra hadn't fought back during that entire scandal, hadn't run, and hadn't called for help. Now that she was finally free of the fire girl, she was making her slow way to the medical wing. It was difficult, resisting the urge she had to run the tips of her nails along the bad burn on her arm. Though touching it hurt, she was intrigued by the sensation. Never had she been burned so. Yes, she'd been burned before, but so far her time here was kept so inconspicuous that she hadn't called enough attention to herself to gain something so bad. And it was a bad burn, gained from several seconds of direct contact with the lighter flame. Thankfully, Deirdra was used to pain. So she wasn't crying or whimpering as she made her way through the halls. When she was almost there, a teacher caught sight of her and surmised her destination. Though she was not too happy with how closely he walked with her, she was glad she had this insurance that she would not be bullied again before she was healed. She didn't need anymore scars. The teacher left her to go in as soon as they reached the door. Upon entering, Deirdra clapped eyes on a very familiar boy. Ace, his name was. The water student who had kept her from stabbing a half a pair of scissors into herself to the hilt. For that, she was grateful, though she wasn't sure how she would go about getting him to understand that. At the moment, however, she was just standing there, peeking through the door to the room he occupied, and watching his childish antics. She had to admit, she was a little intrigued. He seemed to be having fun, though Deirdra had never experienced spinning around in a chair. Eventually, he stopped. A few laughs escaped him, and though Deirdra could tell he was a little dizzy, he seemed quite pleased with himself. The earth girl hesitated for a second, then stepped into the room and said. ”Hello.” It didn't seem to cross her mind that she must look a mess. ”You work here?” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

]Ace blinked and blinked, then when that failed to stop the world from spinning he closed his eyes and laid his hand over them. "Well I volunteer sometimes." He said recognizing the voice, he couldn't really forget the 'Blood Crimson blood'. It took a second to register, "Dierdra?" He asked his eyes still closed. When the initial nauseousness receded he was able to open his eyes. And when he did, he was shocked at what he saw. Diedra was standing there, burnt in many places and with a rather big purple-yellow bruise on the side of her face. He stood up quickly, but he stumbled catching himself on the edge of the desk. "What happened to you!?" He said righting himself up. l

Ace took her right hand, seeing as the other arm was burned pretty badly, and led her to the edge of the bed. "Sit down." he said gently, "Who did this too you?" He asked pretty pissed and concerned at the wounds she was sporting. Ace went to the other side of the room and retrieved the tools needed to treating burns. He grabbed his sponge and a rag and soaked them in cool water, leaving them in a small bucket he had found under the sink. "Geeze," He said as he saw all her wounds clearly now that the world wasn't shaking." Did you fight back?" He asked as he pulled on his gloves.

Gently Ace rolled up her left charred sleeve trying to cause as little pain as possible. Then taking the cold sponge he gently pressed it against the really bad burn she had. Then he took the spray and gave it a little squirt, it should sting at first and then instantly relieve the pain. It was only temporary, but it would last long enough for him to be able to treat all the wounds. "Do they still hurt pretty badly?" He asked as he wrapped the rag around her arm where the burn was.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra nodded slightly when her name was spoken, though she knew Ace couldn't see her yet. It seemed he had made himself dizzier than expected—an odd thing for a doctor to do while tending the medical wing. But the earth girl said nothing, withholding her judgement until she actually grew human enough to care. Which seemed to be coming on pretty quickly. Even though she'd pulled massive emotional walls up within herself for the duration of Altair's fun, Deirdra had a fear of hospitals, or places that were similar. She was already feeling skittish, feeling like she had to keep moving her eyes, to look everywhere at once. Trying to quell her slowly quickening breath, Deirdra watched as Ace stood, looked at her, and made a rather loud exclamation. Too out of sorts to think through her answer, she just ended up saying in dull tones, ”I was attacked.” Which was completely obvious. There were very few ways for an earth elemental to gain multiple burns and bruises without the help of another person. There was a moment when she thought she was going to explain further, but then Ace moved toward her and grabbed one of her hands. Pure panic crossed her face, and started tugging away from him. But he was stronger than he seemed to realize, or maybe he was using more force because of his experiences with her, and she ended up sitting on the bed, shaking minutely and turning her face away from him to hide the fear she felt. She couldn't understand it, why she couldn't process this. This place was different, weird, with no place to hide of feel safe. She felt like a little rodent, casting her eyes about the room for a hole in the wall to climb into. But she stayed still, trying to keep herself calm. Ace was lucky—had there been one more person in there, or had she never met him before, she might have freaked out completely. But her one and only memory of him placed him as both kind and somewhat dominant to her, so she tried her best to comply. Deirdra watched him moving about the room, hearing herself answer his question without really thinking about it, ”A fire girl.” Then name wasn't coming to her right offhand. In her confusion, the young woman couldn't remember whether she'd heard the name or not. Did she know who that girl was? ”No.” She said simply, when he asked if she'd fought back. She couldn't figure out why he'd want to know that. Maybe he wanted to know if she'd done something bad again? It didn't make any sense to her. Larger tremors ran up her spine when he touched her, but she tilted her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and bit her tongue. It looked for all the world like she expected him to up and backhand her in the face. But she didn't move as he began to treat her. The spray helped, though. Then he asked her the question and she nodded a bit, ”Yes, they still hurt very much.” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Maybe he shouldn't spin around in the chair, it was fun but the feeling you got after made you want to throw up and die. It was like getting drunk, fun while you did it, not fun when you finished. Ace's closed eyes hadn't seen the discomfort in Deirdras eyes then as his were still recovering from the sickness of being dizzy. Man he hated being dizzy. It was really the worst feeling you could ever have at all. He got dizzy when he read during a car ride, or when he tried doing stuff on a car ride, or when he spun around really really fast. He wanted to hurl if he opened his eyes any sooner.

"Err well I mean I can see that. It was a question you uhm, didn't have to answer verbally." He said blinking at the girl. Did she know that that was a question you didn't have to answer verbally. Or was she just being smart with him. But then again, she answered that so dully, he didn't think that she could have meant it in any harm. But Ace waved the thought away. "Hey C'mon let's go fix you up." He said gently, trying to make her relax a little. He took on the tone he used when reassuring usually kids that they were going to be alright, That tone usually made them a little better, so did his jokes, but he was too busy with being concerned to make a joke.

Ace was too concerned over the wounds she had and busy getting into concentration over what he should do to heal them. He was to busy to notice her try and pull away. He didn't even feel it in his hand. He was holding onto her tightly out of what happened last time he was with her. He didn't mean to try and hold her so tightly, it was something his body remembered and thus did. His mind was buzzing with medical information that should help her with her burns. But he could only come up with, cool it, clean it, put the cream on it, and then wrap it.

A fire girl? That was a lot of girls. "Hmm." He said trying to think of people, but he couldn't figure out who it was. There were too many girls to put into confederation. He gave a bit of a sigh. Then he tilted her chin, gently, so that she was looking him in the eye. "Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern and a bit of pity, not for her, but for him not being able to be there. Sure she was just his acquaintance, but there was something in this girl, something different, something that made him want to protect her more than he would anyone else and that was something.

"You didn't?" Ace said a little shocked, "You let her do this to you?" He said out of exasperation. "Damn it I should have been there. I would'a fought for you." He said with a sigh as he took a dab of the cream and rubbed it on her burns. The cream was supposed to help with the burns, but Ace forgot how, he just knew it helped. It was like a cooling kind of thing that would keep the burn from being irritating and help the skin recover. "Where else are you hurt?" He asked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What? Deirdra tilted her head a bit, ”Then....” It took her a second to form the words, her general confusion keeping her from being able to think straight. ”Why did you ask?” What was the use of a question that was not supposed to be answered? Obviously, this girl was missing something about the way people communicated—understandable, given her circumstances. But still difficult. Seeing as Deirdra would rather do just about anything before telling someone about her past, no one really had a chance to understand. If the burns had not been in the way, the earth student would likely be hugging herself right now. But she couldn't, and freaking out was not what she wanted to do. What if he got mad at her and did something bad instead of healing her? No, she wouldn't freak out. Easier said than done, however, when his gentle touch lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes. Fear again flashed into her expression, but she swallowed down the emotion and the pain, willing her eyes not to tear up. At least she was good at that—crying had never served her well. While she was upset by the touching and the situation, Deirdra couldn't help but be affected by the look in his eyes. Again, he was making her think of her uncle, of the way he would stare at her when she was having a bad day. Like he was so very sorry, like he didn't think it was her fault, like she was worth something and needed to be healed. Like there was something very wrong with her being hurt. If this had been the first time someone had looked at her like that, Deirdra might have reacted differently. But her uncle was the one person who'd reached her, and the fact that Ace reminded her of the man...helped. The question, however, was the same he'd asked her the previous time they'd met. She nodded her head a bit, then seemed to change her mind and shook it. No, she couldn't make words come out of her mouth, but the message would be clear. She was either trying to be alright, or she'd started out downright lying and hadn't had the strength to. Either way, Deirdra was not alright. As she started to feel unfamiliar emotion rise in her chest, she pulled her head from his grasp and turned her face away from him again. Deirdra's answer seemed to affect him badly. She flinched when he made his primary exclamation, shaking her head a bit. Her answer to his next question was a half-nod and the words: ”Things are always worse when I fight back.” Though Ace may or may not realize it, the way she said it suggested she was not really talking about this attack when she said that. It was simply cemented into her mind that fighting back was wrong, and got her hurt worse. It always had with her father. He'd always gotten bored with her faster when she'd acted like a rag doll. Ace's final words confused her—he wanted to protect her?--but she didn't answer. Deirdra had no idea how to answer that. When Ace finished rubbing the cream on her bad burn, he asked her where else she was hurt. She held out her right arm, palm up, to reveal a much lesser burn on her forearm. As much as she didn't much want him to continue rubbing his hands all over her, the cream felt very, very good. So for now, she felt she could cooperate. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

"Er, Well it's More like an exclamation but phrased in a question." He said trying to explain what a rhetorical question was. How do you try and explain something that everyone knew? Was there an actual explanation to it, to a question that didn't need an answer? What was the point of them anyways? Was it maybe an exclamation of surprise? Or maybe it was just to be a smart ass. Ace actually didn't know the answer to that.

When she shook her head Ace just felt sad. He wanted hug the girl, tell her it was alright, everything was alright. That was his Messiah complex going off. He wanted to save the girl in front of him just so that if he asked that again, she would node instead. "Don't worry, I'll try my best to make everything better." He said as she turned away. If she saw him then she'd see him with a comforting smile, and a happy sheen in his eyes, trying his best to convince her that what he said was true and that it would be all better. No matter what would happen, she would be fine, and if something went wrong, Ace would fix it. He wasn't usually like that too people he had just met. He was usually well not as protective of them until they became really close. There was just something in this girl that made him want to keep her close by and keep her safe. Maybe it was because he saw her try and plunge the blade of a scissor all the way to the hilt into her thigh. Or maybe it was in the way her eyes were dull, and how she asked him what a friend was, and how they became friends.

Ace wanted to cry out at the girl, how could they be worse, you could teach them not to mess with you, but he didn't say that, instead he said "Then I'll fight back for you." His voice carried truth, whenever he was with her and someone tried to fight her, he'd fight for her, he'd fight who ever was hurting her, and beat them to a pulp. It wasn't fair to fight someone who wouldn't fight back, it wasn't fair. He gently wrapped the bandage around her arm, tight enough to keep it from getting infected, but loose enough that it wasn't uncomfortable and pressing against the burn. "Is that alright?" He asked as he tied off the bandage. Funny he was doing this the last time they met too.

Ace saw the burn on her forearm and he wanted to go after whoever did this, but he didn't know and he couldn't just torch the place looking for who ever it was. No instead he stayed seated in front of her gently cleaning the burn then spraying it with his little spray. He let that sit for a few minutes letting it work, than he took some cream and gently rubbed it onto the burn

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It seemed there really wasn't a good exclamation for why people liked to yell out questions they already knew the answers to. Ace tried to explain it to her, but she couldn't help feeling like his answer was lame, and a little bit like grasping at straws. In fact, he didn't seem to have much of an idea himself. So she was silent, deciding not to press any further on a topic that might make him less affable. He was already touching her too much and freaking out about how much she'd been hurt, so she didn't want to add anything else on top of that. Confusion was the first thing that entered her mind when Ace said he'd try his best to make everything better. Don't worry. He couldn't know, but Deirdra's own father had said things like that, back when he's had her in the basement. She'd be in pain and whimpering, and he'd approach her. Dear one, what's wrong? Shh...don't cry. Come to your dad, come, let me make everything better, let me make you smile, make you-- No. As soon as the earth student felt a shudder go down her spine, she screwed her eyes shut and leaned forward a bit, folding in on herself as she let a single little whimper emerge. Ace hadn't meant that, hadn't meant that at all. Damnit, she hated this place. After a few seconds, the young woman opened her eyes and looked squarely at Ace, willing him to do that thing which reminded her of her uncle again. Anything that would make those thoughts go away. He did say that he would fight for her, which did confuse her enough to shock the voice away again. Some of the emotion showed in her face, but not all. Deirdra didn't really ever show much emotion these days. Still, she was trying very hard to keep herself from falling into a panic attack, so she forced herself to speak. ”Why fight for me? You don't know me.” The bandage hurt, but Deirdra wasn't the type to tell anyone that, even when she wasn't feeling defensive. He asked if it was alright, and she nodded, bringing her right hand up briefly to feel how tight and secure it was. He had done a good job, she decided. It wasn't cutting of the circulation, but it wouldn't rub on her injury. She'd probably take it off in the hour after leaving this place if it rubbed. That was not a good feeling. By this time, she was starting to be able to deal with his touch. Ace had a gentle hand, and as she silently watched him work, she tried to figure out how he managed to be so strong and gentle at the same time. After all, he'd slapped her almost as hard as her father used to. And yet now, he was tending to her as if he spend all the time in medical, making people better. It didn't make sense to her. When he started to rub the cream on the burn again, she resisted a wince and looked up at him. ”Are you a healer? Or a fighter?” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Ace saw her lean forward eyes shut, and then she whimpered and he couldn't hold himself. He just felt so sad for the girl in front of her. He wanted her to smile and not worry about anything. He wanted her to know that she was safe when she was around him, he would hold away the monsters of the dark with his sword and shield. He hugged her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and hugged her gently, whispering "Hey, hey, it's alright. Your safe with me here." He said gently holding her. Sorta like how Nell had held him when he had panicked. Holding on so that he could ground himself to Earth and not worry about anything.

Ace looked at her, why did he want to fight for her. He really didn't know her. "Well, I don't know, there's just, something about you." He said trying to figure out himself why would fight for her. "I guess it's because, I don't like seeing people get hurt when they choose not to fight. It's just something that really ticks me off." He said shrugging as he closed the spray bottle. Ace saw the girl looking at him, and he took a look at her examining the bruise on her face. His eyes filled with concern as he checked it. It was a rather big bruise, but it should go away in a few days, maybe a week, a week and a half at tops. Gently Ace brushed her some hair out of the way of her face, checking for more bruises. He couldn't find any besides the big one.

Ace looked at the burn that he had finished rubbing the cream on. He let it sit before wrapping the bandage around her arm same as he had before. He thought about her question. "I think I'm both. A fighter when I need to be, and a Healer when people need to be healed." He said smiling at her with an amused little smile. That's a good question to ask. "Really I don't know what I am yet. Maybe I'll find out soon or maybe it might take a while." He paused and though "But I do know that I don't like seeing people hurt when they didn't do anything to harm anyone." He said pulling off the latex gloves and throwing them into the hamper. Then quickly he put away the latex gloves and all the tools he had used to help heal her burns. Then sitting down he absent minded scratched at his own bandage that he had forgotten about.

He leaned back against the chair and looked at the girl sitting on the cot. "So Deirdra, tell me about yourself." He said trying to make conversation. "Tell me about something that you like to do." he said looking at the girl curiously. What could she like to do, he couldn't really see anything obvious that she would like to do in her spare time.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Unexpected. So, so, unexpected. Deirdra's eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat when the young man's hands first touched her middle. Immediately a nauseous feeling came over her, but when she peeked at his face, he didn't seem to mean her any harm. He tugged her forward, pulling her body gently against his, and she had no idea what to do. Should she pull away? What was he going to do? Somehow, though, Deirdra held it together. He wasn't holding her in a way that made her injuries hurt, his grip wasn't so tight she couldn't get away, and his voice, when he spoke, was immeasurably soft. You're safe. Now that had never been something her father had told her. Timothy Rosewood had said many, many things to her. Told her how he hated and love her and how she was beautiful and ugly, how she shouldn't speak, shouldn't have that voice. How she was clever and how she shouldn't worry or be afraid. But never once had he told her that she was safe. Safe was never a word he'd used on her. Her uncle had, however. Without possibly knowing, Ace had just said one of the only things that would keep her from hurting herself to get away from him. Still, she was highly relieved when he let her go. Surprisingly, she was not shaking. But she did look the slightest bit rattled as she watched him carefully, briefly reacting mutely to his every movement. How much did she look like an abused animal right now? Probably a lot. Probably very, very much. Ace spoke again, telling her how he thought about those who were hurt without fighting back, and she ducked her head a bit. For some reason, she felt bad about that. After all, her entire life she'd been the person who'd been hurt for no reason, and without fighting back. Ace's hand brushed the side of her face—her eyes had been closed, so she hadn't seen it coming. With a short little intake of breath, Deirdra jerked her head back and snapped her eyes to him. One second. Two, three. Then she visibly relaxed, angling her head and face and pulling back her own hair so he could look at the bruise. She could feel it, but she still hadn't seen it yet. ”How bad is it?” Her voice was soft, and subdued. It was as though she wasn't sure whether she was allowed to talk or not. For a few seconds, she sat still and listened to him tell her whether he was a fighter or a healer. So far, she hadn't seen him fight, not really. But he had talked about his willingness to fight, and he was obviously very strong. He had a bandage on one arm, though that could have been from many things other than fight. Anyway, she just nodded at his answer. It was perhaps the first explanation he'd given her that she truly understood. Didn't know what he was yet? Will a short little sigh, she found herself saying quietly, ”Me neither.” She had no idea what she was. Or even if she was sane or not. He put everything away, and then he sat and looked at her. Deirdra looked back. She was more relaxed now than when she'd entered, partly because her burns were not as painful, and partly because he was no longer within eight inches of her. Her minor shaking had gone, and now she was just staring blankly at the boy in front of her, half expecting him to tell her she could go now. What she did not expect was for him to tell her to tell him something about herself. ”I like....” She was silent for a long while, and then she said, ”I like to write.” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

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The hug had only lasted for maybe a few seconds before he pulled back, but when he looked at her the look in her eyes seemed to be that of, maybe a little bit of fear. He blinked and then remembered that she didn't like to be touched. "Oh I-I'm sorry about that." He said rubbing the back of his neck. A little nervous tick he had since he was a kid. He had a few ticks from child hood that he kept. Like he was still a little nervous about entering small dark areas, and then there was another one which was eating candy from that old PEZ dispenser of his.

Ace looked at the girl. "It's not that bad, it'll take a few days to heal, maybe a week." He said pulling away from her face. "Just put some ice on it every few hours to reduce swelling and you should be fine." Ace said like a doctor prescribing a medication to a patient. "Nothing to worry about." He said with a grin leaning back into his chair.

Ace grinned at her agreement, "Well we have something in common then." He said with a small laugh. "Do you know what you want to be?" He asked her curious at what the girl in front of him would want to become. Him, well Ace wanted to be a hero. He wanted to save people, he couldn't save Ray, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to save all his other friends. He will try his best to save everyone. He wanted everyone to smile, he didn't like it when someone had a sad frown, or a grimace. He wanted people to smile and laugh with each other. He was really into the world peace, and hopefully he wanted it to happen during his life time. He fought yes, but he didn't like to fight, well no that's a lie. He liked to fight, but he liked fighting for his morals, and he liked the idea that he had to fight, so that one day he wouldn't have to fight. If that made any kind of sense.

It was also the reason that he had gotten into all the medical stuff. He wanted to take care of them and help them heal up. Sure it was two conflicting things to be. A person who hurt and a person who took the hurt away, but it somehow worked for Ace. He also thought that healing people was another thing that helped protect his loved ones. By fixing them up, he was able to protect them from well, death really. Sure it was going to happen eventually, but prolonging it just so he could be with them longer made him feel better.

Ace nodded at her statement. "Writing's fun." He said with a grin. "What do you like to write?" He asked pulling out his, Ray's, old PEZ dispenser. He pushed back the head and a small pink candy popped out. Taking it between his fingers ace looked at it and then he flicked it into the air. Watching wear it went Ace caught it in his mouth and started chewing on it. "Want one?" He asked pushing back the head and the candy came out halfway, waiting for someone to pull it out the rest of the way.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra didn't respond to his apology. To say she was stunned would be an understatement. She could not understand what that had been for, unless Ace was anything like her uncle. Which she didn't really believe. Despite the great amount of help her uncle had been in her life, Deirdra's main influence for how she looked at the world was still her father. And that was not a good world to see. So she stayed still, willing Ace not to touch her so much again, to give her a break and a little space. Either to hurt her, or not to touch her. Anything in between was too confusing. She did nod when he told her what to do about her bruise. ”Ok.” That she had already known. Bruises were an occupational hazard when one's father was Tim Rosewood. Very many times in her life had she had to keep the swelling down so she could function. The pale girl leaned back a bit, gingerly putting her weight on her hands once they were placed behind her on the bed. She was intrigued by how happy this guy seemed to be all the time, no matter what happened. Unlike more people, Deirdra could see he had a smile ready no matter what the situation. When he asked her what she wanted to be, she merely shook her head. She still wasn't sure what she could be in this world, much less what she'd need to chose to not be in situations that would give her major panic attacks. One time her uncle had told her she'd be best off as a writer, especially since there was some family money she'd probably inherit. But that was another matter. Deirdra knew if she didn't find a way to keep herself busy, she'd go insane with her thoughts. That was, if her father didn't find her first. ”Almost anything.” Deirdra said, actually comfortable with this topic of conversation, ”I make things up and write stories, that's all.” She thought she was good. Her uncle had seen one or two things and thought she was amazing (even if her poems tended to be rather...morbid.). When Ace pulled out the candy, Deirdra frowned a bit. She didn't recognize it. She showed no recognition to his feat with the tossed candy, but she did reach a hand out and take the candy that was offered. Then she put it in her mouth. Huh. ”It's good.” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.