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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 27, 2011 19:28:22 GMT -5
When he touched her she jumped away from him and he realized what he did. He didn't know that the face was the worst place to touch her. He just knew that touching was bad. And he still can't get it through his thick skull that touching was bad. Her tears came down faster, and she walked away from him. "Wait Dee, I'm sorr-" By then she was already in the woods. He gave an annoyed sigh at himself and covered his face with his hands. "I'm such a god damn idiot, I always forget," He mumbled at himself. Ace never cursed, he only cursed when he was angry or frustrated. Right now he was frustrated with himself because he couldn't get that one simple rule into his head. Touching Dee doesn't end well. He ran a hand through his hair and then shoved it into a pocket, clearly frustrated with his mistake.
While Ace had been venting out his frustration on himself Zac had managed to walk beside him without his knowing. When he spoke Ace gave a little jump himself. About to say that he had been a little scared, Zac begun to speak. His words were not filled with any type of feeling. They withered as they came out of his mouth, void of feeling, filled with death. And then the news hit him. And he was just as angry at himself as he was at that bastard of a father. "Excuse me for a moment." He said breathlessly. He walked away from Dee and Zac heading into the trees. When he was sure that he was a good while away he picked up a fallen branch and swung it at a sturdy tree. Venting out anger, he didn't want Dee to see him like that, so he attacked the tree with all he could, hoping no body was watching him. It was an empty day at the park, not many people would be this deep in the path. So he swung and swung until the stick broke in his hand. Glad he vented a little he walked out back towards Zac, his hands shoved in his pocket, toying with the PEZ dispencer.
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Post by xmarci on Sept 28, 2011 18:12:57 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 my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra scurried off into the woods, not even bothering messing with the plants. Once Zac was looking down, she darted noiselessly off into the woods, not knowing whether she just wanted alone time or whether she really felt like she was running from something. It was not often that she felt this lucid and open, and though most of the time it was nice, to relax her guard around her uncle, she also knew by now that it meant her hurts came even worse. She kept running until she missed something and tripped, falling face first into a tree.
Then the tears sprang forward in earnest, and she twisted herself so that her back was against the tree, her arms around her legs. She knew, she knew her father was still out there. And she also knew that neither Ace nor Zac had the strength to fight him off. When Timothy found her, she would go right back to where she'd been before. It was during times like these that she felt that not living would be better. But the main thing, the thing that was more ingrained within her psyche than the fact that she sky was blue, was that if anyone was touching her face, they were going to hurt her. They were going to carve words in her. Words like beautiful, mute, mother.
Stop talking! She could hear him say in her mind, Stop talking, stop until you can change your voice. Change it!
”Shit.” In the meantime, Zac was at a bit of an impasse. He didn't want to lose track of where Deirdra had got to, but Ace seemed a little...well, for lack of a better word, ready to killing something. Or someone. After a minute or so of hesitation, Zac eventually decided to go after the boy, mostly because he trusted Dee enough not to hurt herself so bad in the next few minutes. So he jogged in the direction Ace had taken, soon able to hear several very loud thuds.
By the time Ace came back to Zac, he had pretty much surmised what was going through the boy's head. And instead of being his normal, patient, quiet self, he brought a hand up to roughly tap Ace's shoulder and hissed at him. ”Calm down, Ace! I know how it feels, I really do, but she doesn't need this! You can't fly off the handle every time she triggers, it won't help you and it sure at shit won't help her!” Wow, this was coming out more vehement than he meant it to. But still, it needed to be said. Zac paused, took a breath, and placed a hand on the taller man's shoulder. ”She needs us to be calm. Strong when she can't be. Don't make me regret telling you her secrets.”
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 30, 2011 16:09:33 GMT -5
Ace looked at Zac, the man was shorter than he, but he seemed like he was so tall. Ace didn't want to admit it, but he was intimidated by the man. There was still some anger left in him, and he didn't like to feel intimidated either, a weakness of his. So he hissed back "I didn't fly off the handle because she triggered!" He made sure he was having a whispered conversation, making sure he didn't alert Dee of the two arguing, "I flew off the handle because of her damn father and the shit he did to her!" He let out a angry rush of air, "Couldn't you have alerted like the Child protection problem, or the damn Police when you found out? Her father," He put an emphasis on father, no, in Ace's eyes that was no father, that was an evil man. Someone who didn't deserve to be a father of anything. Water was usually the happy kids, sure they were more bubbly and pranky than the Earth students, but there were times when a calm pool of water could turn into the thrashing rapids. Right now Ace was in the rapids. "I try!" Ace said exasperated. Fuck it, he needed to walk, and he didn't know where, so he turned and took a few deep breaths, before heading off towards the direction he saw Dee run to. By the time he found her he was calm, more collected, but there was still a little rumbling anger under the pool of water.
Ace found Dee. And she was crying, he didn't touch her, he didn't say anything. He just quietly sat down beside her, against the tree. Then he started to whistle. At first it was just random whistling that hit random notes in a random order. But eventually he found a tune. The tune was a lullaby, more specifically it was the tune to Brahms Lullaby. He didn't know why that came to mind, it just did. Maybe because it was the lullaby that his mom sang to him when he was a baby( he saw some family movies that proved that). But it always calmed him down when he was a kid, even now the tune would make him just more calm and peaceful. He couldn't whistle to that song, it was too difficult for him, but he could hum it, and it sounded just as good as if he had whistled it.
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Post by xmarci on Oct 3, 2011 21:36:41 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 my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zac understood, he really did. It was a lot to take in at once, and this wasn't some earth man who'd lived a life of serenity. This was a water boy, someone capable of great rage, from what Zac could tell. He wasn't sure whether he liked that type of a person for Deirdra to rely on or not, but it didn't seem like he had much of a say in the matter. Deirdra would trust who she would trust, and so far, that was only one person. And if nothing else, Ace had at least shown that he cared about Dee.
Zac contemplated just letting Ace walk it off, but he noticed that the boy headed off in the direction Deirdra had run. So he followed, albeit at a slower pace. He had to take some time for himself, to breathe deep and forget that he was angry for a time. Zac didn't like being angry, even when it came to this. He prefered to be level-headed and able to make a difference. So he meandered on, hoping he was doing the right thing by trusting Dee on her own.
Deirdra wasn't so far into the panic attack that she couldn't tell who was approaching. In fact, a part of her felt sorry that she had run away like that. She knew it hurt Zac when she showed fear of him, so why wouldn't it have hurt Ace? But she was too far into the panic attack to be able to say this, or show it in any way. It was all she could do to stay seated against the tree when Ace sat next to her. He was bigger than her, taller than her, and though everything about his demeanor was gentle and kind, she still found it intimidating.
Even in the midst of an episode, Deirdra would have stopped in her tracks at the sound issuing from Ace's lips. Her crying slowed, then stopped long enough for her to angle her face in order to look up at him. There she stayed, watching him as he looked at anything but her. It was oddly comforting that she didn't have to meet his eyes, her green gaze instead falling on his lips, a bit of a frown appearing between her eyebrows as she wondered what tune that was. She'd never heard it before. After awhile, however, she stopped caring. Tear continued to flow, albeit silently now. And slowly, slowly, she calmed down. She relaxed, loosening her grip on her legs.
Then, Dee let herself slide to the side until her head was on Ace's shoulder. Her head moved back and forth, in a motion that was almost nuzzling—it also wiped most of the tears away—then simply leaned against him. Staring at the ground in front of them, Deirdra couldn't help but ask, ”I'm a freak, aren't I? Too broken to be human.”
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