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Post by xmarci on Aug 11, 2011 13:34:18 GMT -5
| [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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”I found it in the dorms.”
The soft voice came without warning or provocation. It sounded for all the world as though she was answering someone's question, her green eyes roving the expanse before her before resting on the item in her hand. Only then did she realize she had been rubbing it lightly along the inside of her left palm, the fingers of her right hand gripping the handle so hard they were stark white and growing purple at the tips. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop.
”It's not a knife.” Her lips moved slowly, barely issuing enough sound to form the words. ”It's a half a pair of scissors.” She bowed her head a bit, listening to the words only she could hear. She got like this sometimes, when she was unable to withhold the torrent of pain any longer. Her mind would snap for a time, do something stupid to vent and then right itself. She hated it, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help it. There was a dead look in her eyes as she raised her head to look out over the cliff she was sitting on, then she leaned forward a bit to peer at her legs, dangling precariously over the edge.
”Yes.” She said, a little louder. Some real emotion entered her eyes then, a defensive, stubborn emotion. Though it was muted, it was there. Soon, she was screwing her eyes shut and shaking her head in a slow, rhythmic pattern. A new voice had entered her head. A voice she had listened to solely for fourteen years. A voice she dared not speak back to. It told her she was a bad girl, it told her she was not safe. Soon, she was choking back a sob, and a single tear fell down her face.
Sweet pain tore through her consciousness as she started working harder with the knife, pulling it across her palm with a mite more pressure. She could feel it break the skin, then she could feel the blood slowly start to ooze out. It was not a deep cut. But it was like a breath of fresh air. She let out a sort of yowl, relief and pain mixed in together, then moved her hand to do it again.
No, don't. Stop, my daughter, stop avoiding me, my lovely....
The voice, more real than before, scared her. She let out a yelp as she cut herself deeper along the same wound, feeling fresh and old pain mingle. Still not so deep, she thought. She didn't scare easily, so she could do a little more without a worry. Deirdra looked at her bloody hand, at the red liquid dripping onto her pants leg. Then she flipped the knife around in her grip and raised her hand high, meaning to plunge it to the hilt in her flesh. A smile formed on her lips, a sort of manic expression that made her look like a demon. But she stopped. She hesitated, frozen in that position, teetering on the edge of going through with it. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 11, 2011 22:10:25 GMT -5
Ace was walking up the cliffs to see the view and just think. He hadn't had a good sitting against the winds of the cliffs and think to oneself moment in a while. He sighed glancing down at his shoes as they shuffled along the path. He would need some new shoes. These used to be white, but now they were a dark greyish and with specks of green from grass, and a little brown from mud stains. Maybe he could wash them, he didn't want to spend some more money on shoes. They got expensive, the ones he wanted. He shuffled his bag so that it was more comfortable against his shoulder.
His old blue messenger bag he loved the thing to death. He carried everything he needed in it. A roll of bandage, for cushioning for his knuckles, a few water bottles in case he needed to use his power or he got thirsty. His phone was in one of the pockets when he didn't want it in his pants pocket. He had notebooks, a few pencils and pens in there too. He might have had a first aid kit in there too, but that might have been taken out for room. He had this bag since his first year here, and it's been through hell and back. Their were a few scorches from thunder and fire kids when he had this on during a war. The material was worn down, but it was still rather strong. It was rather dirty from being thrown on the ground so he could get ready for a fight quickly. The Velcro that kept the flap closed had come off, but he used one of those buckle things to keep it closed after that.
Ace had been walking for a while and was finally reaching the top of the cliff. When he did he saw a girl, not wanting to intrude he started to turn, but then he saw a glint. It was metal in her hand, and she was doing something with it. It took him a second to realize what she was doing, but when she aimed the the metal at her leg he sprinted, "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" He shouted as he got closer. He was there in a few seconds, and not a second too late. He took a tight hold on the wrist that had the object, the knife pointed at her leg. Then he wrapped an arm across her middle and pulled her from the edge of the cliff.
He pried her hand open and took the knife, no it was half a scissor, out of her hand and jammed it into the ground. "Hey are you alright?" He said moving in front of her. He took her other hand and looked as the blood wound down. It wasn't too big that it needed stitches, but it was still pretty bad. Ace opened his messenger bag and uncapped a bottle of water, he used his power to gently wash away the dirt and blood from the wound, cleaning it rather well. It might have stung though, it did when he had to do this to himself. Then taking the roll of bandages he had for boxing he unraveled it and wrapped a good length around her would making it rather tight. He tied it up against the back part of her hand in a strong thick knot.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 12, 2011 11:06:18 GMT -5
| [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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The driving need to stop hearing her father's voice was starting to win out. She knew she shouldn't cause herself so much harm. Her uncle had told her many times that if people found out she was like this then they would take her away. They'd put her in a protective home, something he called an asylum. He'd told her that if she started scarring herself like she wanted to, she'd never see him again. And she didn't want that. She knew that he was the best person in the world, the only good person. He was good.
But her father was evil. And not only that, but he made her feel like him, like she was slimy and broken and disgusting. Her grip on the knife tightened even further, her smile grew just a little wider as she willed that voice away, the words that he would say to her. A choked sob escaped, her, and she was sorry. The messed up girl mentally apologized to her uncle, and started to move her hand down in the thrust.
But then someone shouted, snapping her out of it. Mingled fear and surprise stopped the downward movement, her eyes snapping up and around to look at the person who had called her from the edge. He was charging her. He'd noticed what she was going to do. For a split second, she was so sure he was going to take her away and put her in that awful place her uncle talked about. ”No!” She shouted, scrambling and struggling to get at the knife he'd taken away from her and trying desperately to resist his pull. But she couldn't. He got her away from the edge, and she felt hot tears burning their way down her face.
He asked her a question, and she screamed at him, ”Give it back! It's mine, I found it!” Almost immediately her rebellious demeanor changed and she hugged herself, tucking her head so that her dark hair fell over her face again, ”I need it, the blood. Blood is good, blood is good.” It was said almost in a frenzied whispered, and now that it had escaped from her mouth she felt herself start to shake. The voices started up again, and the poor girl was just about to huddle In the fetal position when the boy reached down and grabbed her injured hand.
It hurt, which was good. She was just about to pull away from him, wanting him to grab harder in an effort to keep her there, when he started pouring the water. It stung worse, and a light, desperately relieved laugh escaped her. The voices were going away. He was helping, even though he didn't want to. The relief was enough to keep her quiet while he bound the bandage, her dull eyes watching his work without qualm nor feeling. But then the pressure started to make the pain go numb, and her eyes went wide with fear.
”No, no, no....” She chanted, ripping her hand away from him and starting to tear at it with her nails. Deirdra backed rapidly away from him, knowing he would try to stop her, like he had just a second ago. Then she stooped, snatched up the 'knife' and drew it quickly and recklessly over her hand. It worked. The bandage broke and she felt the pain again. The blood started flowing again, and she smiled again. Holding it up for him to see, she said, ”Crimson colors of the blood.”
Oh no, no, no, no. Help me, help me please. What's wrong with me...? |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 12, 2011 22:45:31 GMT -5
"What?!" He asked "Just hold on a minute!" He said when she screamed at him. What the hell was going on? He was a little shocked and confused but he was able to get focused. "Yes blood is good, when it's still inside you!" He said to the girl's whispers. What the hell was going on? Was this girl crazy or something? Most likely, but he couldn't just leave her there to kill herself. What kind of person would he be then? A coward, that's what, and Ace despised cowards. People who idly stood by when someone got in a fight, or people ignored someone calling for help from the alley where they were getting mugged. Those people sickened him. He could never just stand by when someone was getting hurt. It was well just how he ticked.
Ace had finally finished the knot and let out a sigh of relief. Well that moment of panic was done and over with. He was about to ask what her name was when she started with the no's ripping away at the bandage. "Wh-what are you doing!" He said trying to get her to stop, it didn't work she got away from him to quickly. She grabbed the half pair of scissors and ripped away at the bandage. "Wait don't do that!" He shouted trying to grab it from her. Holy crap this chick was freaking him out, if he were any other person he would have ran away, but he was Ace, and he freaked out, but he didn't run away.
It was a struggle but somehow he finally managed to grab it. He tossed the knife over the edge of the cliff. Nell would have scolded him for that, but at the moment he wasn't that worried. Then she showed him her hand and he was really freaked out. He grabbed her wrist tightly and slapped her across the face. What the hell was he doing!? He was freaking out, he never slapped anyone, oh god he was under so much stress. "Snap out of it!" He yelled at the girl. Crap he should handle this differently, not slap and yell at the girl. Man he was handling this horribly. He tightened his grip on her wrist so she couldn't pull it away as he repeated the process he had done before.
This time he held her other hand as he finished the bandage. He looked at her a gentle look in his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked gently staring at her eyes. She had nice eyes, nice green eyes, but it was as if she wasn't looking at him but something else, seeing past him. Her hair was a dark brown but it was messy and wild. Her figure was hidden by baggy clothes. He seemed to have recalled this girl from somewhere, but he didn't really remember her. Was she someone in his class? He knew that he knew her from somewhere. Maybe from one of his classes, she didn't really seem to stand out much, so maybe she was from one of his classes.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 16, 2011 12:26:51 GMT -5
| [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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweet, sweet relief. Deirdra actually closed her eyes for a second, savoring the release of the blood and the pain again. She felt the voices growing quieter, and her manically relieved expression came on even stronger than before. Anything to make her father mute. He needed to lose his power over her, and this was the only way she knew to attain that goal. Unfortunately, that moment of vulnerability and stillness was all it took. Ace swooped in, stole the sharp and beloved object, and threw it over the cliff.
Her eyes opened immediately when she felt the thing wrenched from her grasp, and her happy expression changed to a frown and a glower. Then, when she saw it disappear over the side, she actually shouted, ”No!” Then she started pursuing it. She was fast, so it was a good thing the boy had grabbed her wrist already. Deirdra was just started to pull and rip at his hand with her nails when his hand connected with her face. Then, all of her movement stopped.
Her entire demeanor changed. Green eyes went wide, completely stunned at they met the eyes of the boy holding her to the spot. Her body couldn't decide whether she was being pulled back into memories of her father or whether this was something completely different. And so she stayed completely still. The girl was a statue as the boy rebandaged her hand, holding her even tighter so that it almost hurt. But the pain wasn't giving her the relief it used to. There was nothing to relieve.
He asked if she was alright, but she didn't respond. He was looking at her in the same way her uncle did. Sort of. Her uncle handled her episodes a little better. But that look was the exact same, and it made her feel a little better. Her thoughts filled with the one person she trusted and loved, and she slowly felt the episode receding into nothingness. Or rather, into the after effects. Before she knew it she was shaking violently and feeling her knees starting to give out from underneath her. She took a deep breath, then bowed her head and allowed herself to sink to the ground. Her head started pounding, but that wasn't too bad. She got headaches all the time.
After another few seconds, Deirdra raised her head a bit and said, ”I'm never alright.” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 16, 2011 14:47:23 GMT -5
God he hoped that no one was swimming in the lake, he didn't want anyone to get killed because of a stray scissor. He heard it clang against the rocks before it was too far to hear. What the hell was happening inside of this girls head? Was she trying to kill herself or something? Or like hurt herself? Sure people did it, but he wouldn't allow it when he was with them. He didn't want people hurting themselves, or killing themselves, he hated it when people would do that, but he was a hypocrite.
Oh thank god he had a good grip on her. He winced as she scratched his hand with her nails, but he didn't let go. She stopped completely when he slapped her. He was a little relieved and ashamed that he did that. He didn't like to hurt people who didn't deserve to be hit. People who deserved to be hit were people who challenged him to a fight, fought him, or hurt his friends. Those people were qualified to be hit by his fists. But this girl, he didn't even know her. She was innocent, sort of. But either way he was ashamed of hurting her.
The girl was completely still as he bandaged her hand. Like he was bandaging a stone statue, a statue with bright staring green eyes. He lessened his grip on her wrist now that the freaking out had subsided for a while. "Sorry bout that." He muttered to her making sure the bandage was tight enough. He took the other hand and checked for any cuts she may have made to it before he could get to it. Then he went back to her other hand and inspected it, gently moving her fingers to make sure that there wasn't any other injuries.
Ace was still holding onto her hand when she started to fall. Quickly he wrapped his arms around her and the two both sank slowly to the ground. He had wrapped his arms around her so that she didn't just fall over. He also held her so that the shaking would stop, hopefully they would. Ace let go of her his hand still over her bandaged one in a way to make sure if she busted out another knife he would be able to grab her hand quickly enough. Then she spoke to him. Ace blinked then looked at her, "Well are you feeling better than before?" he asked gently, not wanting to scare her with the tough questions like, what the hell were you doing, or are you crazy. Yea asking those questions wouldn't help.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 17, 2011 18:36:25 GMT -5
| [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 was completely oblivious to Ace's checking her for more injuries. For a few seconds she was in a sort of limbo, unable to focus on anything, and not really sure what part of her senses were from reality and what were not. It seemed to last forever from her perspective, but in reality it was only a few seconds. A few seconds of staring dumbly at the boy without seeing him. And then real life flooded back into her, and she fell.
It was hard for her to stay still when he unexpectedly embraced her. Though some vague part of her mind understood that he was trying to keep her from falling and hurting herself, she still had to fight of a strong, desperate urge to kick and scream and force him away from her. Lucky for him, he'd already placated her, and the memory of the slap kept her from moving. She just allowed him to guide her, feeling the tremors which were wracking her body growing steadily stronger. Her breath was shaky, but she was ok. No hyperventilating. That was not a good feeling.
As soon as he let go of her, she scooted a few inches away. She was actually frowning, ducking her head in an almost submissive way as she said, ”You shouldn't touch so much....” It was the best way she could manage to tell him she didn't like it. Being so unexpectedly and suddenly close to a guy was not a good way to calm her down. Some girls felt safe in the arms of a strong man. But that was not Deirdra. The hand he was not holding moved up to her opposite shoulder, rubbing it up and down in an absent, nervous motion.
The earth girl turned her face away from him, ”I was feeling better before. Pain helps.” She would have stopped there, but she was so sure he would yell at her again, and she didn't want that. It would be easier if she just said a little bit more, ”Pain makes me forget other things. Don't try to understand, you won't.” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 18, 2011 12:21:25 GMT -5
Danm the girl was all freaky at first, but now she was as still as a freaking statue.Hell her eyes were looking past him! Her eyes looked, dull, if that was possible. Like she wasn't seeing him, like she was staring off into space.Ace was a little freaked out by that, but at least this was better, at least she wasn't trying to cut herself or try and get that scissor he had thrown over the edge.
Ace didn't know why he had held her, it was just reaction. I mean he saw a bunch of movies where they did that, and he thought it was a good way to keep someone from falling hard. She was still stock still when he held her, it was like hugging a board, stiff and unresponsive. Geeze she was shaking like a leaf in a gale, and her breath was pretty unstable. What was wrong, he wanted to help her with whatever it was.
She scooted away when Ace let go of her. But Ace was still ready in case she pulled out the other half of those scissors again. He was coiled ready to tackle her and wrench the thing from her hand. but then she spoke to him, and not in the way she had before. Not when she shoved her hand in his face chanting, 'crimson blood'. God that freaked him out a lot. Hell it was the catalyst that made him slap her. Slap her, he was still ashamed for that. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said a little softly shocked that she changed rather quickly. "Sorry for um, slapping you." He said bashfully looking down at the ground when he said it.
Ace blinked at her statement, He was rather shocked, he didn't quite get how pain helped someone feel better, unless they were one of those people. He couldn't remember the word for it, but it started with an M he knew that. "Oh, I guess I sorta get that." He said to her next statement. Whenever he was a kid and he had to get a shot he would pinch himself in the leg trying to distract himself from the shot. It worked, most of the time that he did it. "My name's Ace, what's yours?" He asked innocently, trying to change the topic on what had just happened.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 19, 2011 9:51:51 GMT -5
| [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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No one had ever tried slapping her to get her out of an episode before. People had talked her down, her uncle had spent many times holding her very still with his large frame, but not causing any pain or injury in the process. But no one had ever slapped her before. Well, yes, she'd been slapped a lot. But not with that intention, and it scared the shit out of her. Not knowing what to do, Deirdra was hard-pressed not to act like a defensive animal when Ace let go of her on the ground. Still, an even stronger conditioning within her won out, and she ended up sitting in front of him, hugging herself and refusing to look up into his face.
He apologized. Deirdra still didn't look at him, but she gained a decidedly uncomfortable and confused expression as she tried to figure out how she was supposed to react to that. Oh, sorry about touching her? She opened her mouth slowly, and said in slow response, ”Just please don't. Not so much.” Sorry about slapping her? She opened her mouth again, but nothing came out. Saying she forgave him would be too foreign for her to mean just yet. She'd never said that before. Saying anything else would be like standing up for herself in the presence of her father—she'd been taught long ago to expect worse if she ever fought back.
So she just shook her head a bit, not saying anything. The boy sitting in front of her didn't seem to be threatening, but she was still uncomfortable now that she wasn't in the throes of an episode. And then there was the fact that she felt like screaming because she'd had another one. They were getting more frequent recently, maybe from the stress of the recent war, she wasn't sure. But one of her biggest fears was becoming like her father, and it seemed like she was closer to being swallowed up in him every day.
He said he understood, but she didn't believe him. Deirdra raised her face a bit to peek at him, and though he seemed to be honest, she still didn't trust him. She opened her mouth to tell him he was wrong, that he wouldn't understand, but then she stopped. It wasn't worth it. She was still shaking like a leaf and she still felt weak. It wasn't worth effort to be right. So she closed her mouth and looked away, past him to the edge of the cliff. ”Deirdra.” She said. And then, since it seemed he wouldn't go away without thinking she was doing better, she asked, ”What element are you?” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 19, 2011 12:01:07 GMT -5
The girl sat there hugging herself, maybe he shouldn't of slapped her. Maybe that's why she was sitting there not looking up at him. Crap, he regretted slapping her even more. Maybe he should've held her restrained so she wouldn't try and hurt herself. But slapping her had worked, he hoped, and he was a little freaked out by what had happened. So maybe slapping her was one of the choices, just not the right one.
Ace nodded slowly,"Y-yea I'll try not too." Man this girl was so closed off to him. Like she was really really shy or something. She looked uncomfortable, was it him? Yea it probably was, but he wasn't gonna leave her alone for a bit. He didn't want her to go and jump off the cliff or do something that would threaten her own life again. He wanted to get the girl a little less uncomfortable and so he asked her a question. "So uh, what grade are you in?" He asked innocently enough.
Ace gave a small tiny sigh, how'd he get into this mess? Oh right he had come running to save her. But why was he even here? On the cliffs that is. He didn't even remember why he had come here. What was the reason for it. Whatever it was it was forgotten when he had seen the girl with the scissors. Well half of a scissor anyways.
Ace nodded, "Well Deirdra, nice to make you acquaintance." He said smiling. Then he offered her a bottle of water, not the one he used to clean her wound with but a different one, a new one. He carried around a lot of water with him, since it took a lot of energy to create water from nothing. He opened the cap to it and held it out to her. She must be thirsty shouldn't she? He thought to himself. He didn't even know why he thought that. Ace looked at her as she asked her question. "Oh I'm uh Water." He said maybe she didn't remember how he cleaned her wound. "What about you?"
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Post by xmarci on Aug 20, 2011 12:29:55 GMT -5
| [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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He had no idea what to do. Deirdra's dull eyes slowly moved back to him, no longer trying to hide the fact that she was making eye contact. As he seemed so lopst and confused it was almost impossible for him to be threatening, even moments after he had been in such close contact with the girl. He asked her another question, and she took a couple seconds to answer him. ”...Twelfth.” Her tone would have sounded bored if she hadn't been trying to keep it steady through the continued shakes and tremors in her body. Her eyes with no emotion continued to watch him.
He said it was nice to meet her, and she just nodded. She flinched a bit when he moved, her body coiling, ready to retreat. But it turned out to be an overreaction. Soon there was a bottle of water being offered to her, and she was raising a shaking, pale hand to accept it, not really sure she wanted it. But it seemed as though taking it would be less work than rejecting it, so she opened it, her hands mechanically working to get the cap to unscrew. But she couldn't. She was shaking too much, she couldn't get a good enough grip on the small cap.
”Water.” She said under her breath, merely repeating what he said as her eyes moved down to frown at the object in her hand. As she continued to try and open it, it didn't even occur to her that she could ask him for help. Deirdra had never really asked for help before. She didn't know how to do it, if that made sense. It made sense to her. When she tried, the words wouldn't come. So she'd stopped trying long ago. She wasn't sure she believed people would want to help her anyway.
Eventually, she gave up and rested her hands in her lap, her fingers loosely holding the bottle between them. The young woman looked up, tired eyes sweeping over Ace for a second before she looked back out over the cliff. ”I'm an earth.” She said, still sounding extremely uninterested, ”We're allies, then. I think. Am I your ally?” Though subtle, there was a difference between this question and one she would ask if she wasn't sure waters and earths were allies. She knew that just fine. But Deirdra didn't feel a part of anything, and didn't believe herself to be a part of any alliances. What she was asking was if he, Ace, saw her, Deirdra as a friend or not. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 20, 2011 15:43:01 GMT -5
Ace blinked at her quiet answer. "Oh so your in my grade then?" He said trying to keep air clear of awkwardness. It wasn't working out that well. God He was so confused. What was he supposed to do to stop shaking. She seemed like a frightened animal, not moving trying to see if he was a danger or not. Her eyes were like the eyes of statues, just staring at him, no look of curiosity or joy in them. They just stared. He wanted to ask another question but he couldn't come up with one. Well one that didn't delve to deep into her secrets. He didn't want to try and force his way in and understand why she did what she did, rather he wanted to gently ease his way in to know why.
Ace saw the flinch out of the corner of his eye as he pulled out the water bottles. She reached out a shaking hand to the bottle. Ace thought that water should help the shaking. It did when he was a kid, and had one of his panic attacks. Well that and his sister there hugging him, telling him how it was alright and how she was there for him. He had a close bond with his sister after that. He would end up just sitting around with his sister playing video games or watching some shows. He loved his older sister, and he'd do anything for her. She was there for him and now he's there for her. No matter what.
Ace watched her as she fiddled with the bottle trying to open the cap so she could drink it or do whatever with it. Ace watched her struggle waiting for a help me. But none ever came. Instead she just stopped trying. "Here let me help." Ace said gently as he took a gentle hold on the bottle just tight enough that he could open it but loose enough that if she yanked it away from him he wouldn't put up much resistance. His hand brushed hers as he held onto the bottle, but Ace didn't notice. He twisted the cap with the other hand and pulled it off. "There ya go." He said with a grin.
Ace nodded as she said what element she was in. And she asked if she was his ally. "Yea we're allies. But we could be friends too." He asked innocently enough, not really getting what she was asking about being allies. "I mean, if you want to." He asked with a shrug.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 20, 2011 16:35:39 GMT -5
| [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 looked at Ace for a very long time. Her expression was inscrutable, her body language still closed-off and her tongue held still. But there was a sort of light in her eyes this time, a brief, soft emotion that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. It took a very long time for her muddled mind to decide whether or not she wanted to speak, but finally, her mouth opened. ”I don't know.” She answered his question. After blinking once or twice, she continued, ”I don't know what grade you're in.”
It would easily be assumed that he was twelfth, since he said that. But Deirdra didn't get the idea of rhetorical questions—if something was asked, she figured it was meant to be answered. Ace didn't seem to notice her bad reaction to his movement, for which she was glad. Some people were provoked by a show of fear, she knew. Bullies and bad people like her father. Her keen, dull gaze kept on Ace like a hawk now, watching him just in case he decided to do something. Though it may seem from the outside that this was worse, the fact that she seemed willing to put up a fight at all was a step forward. Small, but it was something.
Seemingly, Deirdra wasn't very interested in the water in her lap. But no matter what she looked like on the outside, she felt a bit of muted relief when Ace leaned over to open the bottle for her. Her eyes followed the gentle movements of his hands, then snapped back up to his face when he touched her. But he didn't seem to have noticed the contact, so she suppressed the instinct to move and waited for him to finish. When he did, she wasted no time in grabbing the bottle with both hands and bringing the water to her mouth. If she hadn't been sure she was thirsty before, she was after she took the first sip.
Such was the enthusiasm of her next few gulps, that the water bottle slipped from her shaking hands and spilled water all over....all of her. It was like in one of those movies, the unexpected thing happens and the person just freezes. Deirdra's hands actually stayed in the air for several seconds before she lowered them slowly and looked down at herself. At least she was wearing a black shirt. In another few seconds, she looked back up at Ace as though she was confused as to what had just happened. Whoops.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 20, 2011 17:54:13 GMT -5
Ace blinked at her as she answered his question. The question was rhetorical, but she answered it. It was meant to say he was a senior also, but he guessed the question flew over her head. "Oh, I'm In twelfth too." He said informing her. But when she said her answer he noticed something in her eyes. It had some form of emotion behind them. No longer the cold glazed over eyes he had seen only moments before.
Ace wanted to reassure her that it was alright that she could trust him. But saying anything wrong might make the girl bolt. He didn't want that, he wanted to keep an eye on her for a little longer, make sure she didn't do anything that would harm herself or anyone else around her. He didn't want to make any sudden movement's but then he realized that you did that with wild animals who might attack you. This girl was no wild animal she was just a girl who tried to hurt herself, no biggie. At least it wasn't a bear or a rabid dog that he was facing.
When Ace let go of the bottle she took a small sip from it. then she just started gulping it down. Ace wanted to tell her to slow down she might get a cramp, but when he went to tell her she spilled the water all over herself. Oh geeze that's just great. Ace turned his face away so he didn't see her, wet form. Ace glanced out of the corner of his eye. Okay she was wearing a black shirt, that was good. He went to enough parties to know that getting soaked in a white shirt was a, well was a way to embarrass yourself in front of everyone.
"I um can help get that water out." He said facing the girl again. Then he placed his hand very very close to the shirt, nearly touching. It made it easier on him to try and get the water out. He took a breath and concentrated sort of calling the water out of the shirt and into his hand. He started at the bottom near the hem, and slowly made his way up the girl's shirt. Then a bit embarrassed he crossed over the top of, her chest area place. Ace was a bit embarrassed about that part. But he made it through alive. He eventually got most of the water out, the shirt would still be a little bit damp but it would easily go away quickly.
Ace tossed the water out off the side of the cliffs. Then he uncapped his water bottle and handed it too her. He only took a sip from it, so there was still a lot left. "Here you can have mine." He said handing it out to her. He was ready to catch any water in case it spilled all over her again.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 20, 2011 18:22:38 GMT -5
| [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 seem all that bothered by the water that was seeping through her clothes. It was uncomfortable, but in reality it was a nice and warm day, and she'd definitely had to go through worse feelings. Worse and longer-lasting feelings. Her eyes moved to look quizzically at Ace as he turned away from her, her mind working very hard to try and figure out why he'd done that. He was trying not to see her? So.... He thought it would be bad if he saw her body? For him, or for her? She didn't voice any of her questions, though, simply watching him quietly, not really planning on doing anything to rectify the situation.
However, Ace turned back and told her he could help. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded slightly and prepared herself for whatever he'd have to do. She almost shrunk back when he held his hands out toward her, her breath catching in her throat. But he stopped about an inch away, making no move to come closer. Once she was sure he wouldn't, she let herself breath again. Then watched the progress of his hands as they traveled up and pulled the moisture away from her clothing. She had to admit, it felt good to be dry.
When he held out the bottle to her, she hesitated. ”It's yours.” It wasn't exactly a protest, but it seemed not to compute that she could have something that was his. Still, after a few seconds she held her hand out, accepting the second bottle and holding it much more carefully than the last. Deirdra brought it to her lips and took a long, slow drink. Then she set it carefully on the ground beside her and frowned a bit. She was still thirsty, yes, but something was bugging her.
Tilting her head the slightest bit, the earth girl raised her eyes to Ace curiously. ”What's...?” Well huh. She didn't exactly know how to ask. She looked down, tried to gather her thoughts and stop clenching her jaw long enough to make sense. Then she glanced at him again, this time looking a little wary. ”Friends? How do you become...friends?” |
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