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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 8, 2006 21:46:14 GMT -5
Eric pushed the door open, the familiar shivery sensation filling the air. He glanced back over his shoulder and smiled, bright green eyes blank as ever.
"This is it, the one empty room on this floor. I don't think anyone's used it for months," he said. "Unless you'd like to room with someone else?"
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Post by Kitty on Feb 8, 2006 22:39:04 GMT -5
Another grin swept across English’s face, as she pushed open the door of the empty room. She walked in, her eyes scanning over the room gleefully, and she picked the bed closest to the window, and dropped her back on it, rather thankfully. She then, proceeded to throw the curtains of the window back, and tied it tight so that it would not accidentally fall back shut. The window was meant to stay open. She was happy to see that the bed was already made, although she had no clue why, and so she started to unpack, throwing shirts and pants into almost neat stacks, and placing them in a small set of drawers she found. There was very little to put away, really, because English was not that well-endowed clothing wise, but she had a few things, and it would be enough, she figured, as long as there was somewhere to wash her clothes. She had had trouble with Laundromats in the past, just because it was kind of awkward for her to spend much time places. People did seem to notice green skin. She figured she could ask about such things, but she would do so later. Right now she was just happy to have somewhere to stay. She rather liked that feeling. It was a nice one, and it made her feel safe. ”You can come in.” She said, for she thought that it might be awkward for the other, because she knew if she was in the situation, she might not know if she could enter, or if she could not, so she clarified to Eric. That was the right thing to do. "And I don't care about where I stay, really, I just don't want to be a burden. I'll do whatever is easiest for everyone else." She added, with a small shrug.
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 9, 2006 20:57:39 GMT -5
"Stoppit."
He walked in, coming to stand right behind English's right shoulder. "You're starting to sound like my roommate," he said softly. "Kitsuku's a great guy and all, but he never seems to believe we actually want him around. I don't need that kind of attitude from you, too. Unless you're told otherwise, try to assume that you aren't being a burden."
Eric started back to the door. "Anything else you need, English?" he asked tone suddenly light.
OOC: Gosh, Eric, you creep...
Eric: I'm not a creep! *sulks*
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Post by Kitty on Feb 9, 2006 21:56:48 GMT -5
English turned, so that she was facing him, a small, but bright smile plastered on her face. “I did just show up at the door, demand a room, and impose myself upon your household. There is a perfectly good reason for me to worry about burdening this house. Besides, I have a rather selective set of needs. “ She said, but her tone was a bit more assured and generally more settled. She did feel better about this whole business, but the small speckling of doubt was still running though her head. “I haven’t met your roommate yet. There are so many people to meet.” She said, sounding slightly more disheartened. She really did not like meeting too many people at once, and that made sense. Perfect sense, because English did not read people very well, and she was very insecure with her interactions with people. That was who she was, and it was a persona morphed and formed by years of difficult social interactions and years of schools. “But I don’t think I need anything, right now.” She added, with a small shrug. She really didn’t want him to leave, because, as much as English disliked new people, she hated being alone more. Loneness was much, much too horribly empty, but she really needed to unpack, and it would be strange for her to follow him downstairs.
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 10, 2006 19:33:28 GMT -5
"None of us are entirely self sufficient," Eric pointed out. "Just look at me - I really can't see anything. I trip over things if people re-arrange the furnature." He shrugged. "And I'm not entirely sure I've met everyone here. There's a lot of us. People show up, all the time. Sometimes they stay, sometimes they don't. As long as you don't go out of your way to cause trouble, I doubt anyone will really give you're presense a second thought."
He paused, one hand on the doorframe, looking* back over his shoulder. "Just be yourself, English. That's all we ask. That and that you don't set up neon signs pointing to the House or anything."
* As usual, the word look is used loosely. "Turning his head while tuning into her unique psychic resonance to be sure that he was actually facing her" would be more accurate, but it would take to long to type. Therefore, with my own insane brand of logic, I'm using the shorter version and writing a long and invovled footnote instead.
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Post by Kitty on Feb 11, 2006 20:11:47 GMT -5
“Oh, darn, I was totally hoping that I could inform the media. I mean I had an interview with the local News channel scheduled already. ”She said with a small wink, one that showed that the gesture was most certainly not a serious one. English had tried being herself, and it never worked. ”But it is nice to know that I don’t have to like—met everyone today. That would really suck, you know?” Yeah. That would suck, because English was already worried that she would not be able to recall the names of just everyone she had met today. She was sure she would forget someone. Oh, well, that would be fine. No one expected her to meet a huge amount of people in a short amount of time and actually remember all the names. That would be pretty incredible. English was bad with names. She would learn, eventually. “I have no idea how I am goin’ to remember all the names. I am bad with names, you know. “ She said, out loud, with a small shrug and a tilt of her head.
((Nice footnote.
Buuut, I am sorry this post is so short. ))
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 11, 2006 20:55:46 GMT -5
Eric laughed. He'd not really seen the wink, but the sarcasm came through loud and clear.
"Don't worry. I don't know everyone's names. To tell the truth, a lot of the time I have to skim them off the top of Joan's mind, if she's around," he said. "And I've been here for months already, too."
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Post by Kitty on Feb 11, 2006 22:12:37 GMT -5
“Joan?” She questioned, in a way that was obvious to the point that she did not know who that was, but that only lasted a second, until her mind flittered to the morning, and her arrival. ”Oh, you mean Zepher?” She asked, with triumphant tones intruding on her normal ones. She was very happy she had remembered that, because it was just the kind of thing she would forget. ”She wouldn’t be the one that I would want to—you know, do that to. I mean, out of all the people in here, wouldn’t she be the one that would notice, I mean because she has similar powers?” She asked, with a small shrug. Not that it mattered much to English, but she was curious by nature, and the powers of others she found interesting, and she did not really know why. She guessed it was because they were interesting, and if the idea was not as horrible and frightening, she would think that the whole thing was fascinating. The idea that scientist could make a person photosynthesize was amazing. It all really was. Perhaps that was why she was curious, because that was natural human interest. She liked that idea, because she liked reminding herself that she was still human, even if it was in small ways.
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 11, 2006 22:26:42 GMT -5
"Yeah. She's the easiest to do it with, because she's got similar powers. And she doesn't mind," Eric replied. "We were at the same lab, you know. I guess it must confuse people, when I call her Joan," he added thoughtfully, as if it had just occured to him. It probably had. "That's her real name... she started asking people to call her Zepher about a month after they brought us all to the lab."
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Post by Kitty on Feb 12, 2006 18:43:50 GMT -5
"You can call her whatever you like, and people will pick up on it eventually. As long as Zepher doesn't mind that is." She said, referring, of course, to the use of Zepher's real name. "And besides, you are probably special, I mean, because you have known her for so long." English said with a small shrug. She wondered what if would be like to suddenly find someone from her Lab here, because she was not sure that would be good, but then she was never close to her lab-mates either, so it was probably different than Eric and Zepher's situation. "And you knew her though so much, if you know what I mean." She said, with a small shrug. Truth be told, English knew little about what she was talking about, but it sounded just about right, and that was enough.
((Short, lame post.))
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 12, 2006 19:03:12 GMT -5
Eric shrugged. "Well, I knew her /before/ anyone here did. I'm not sure if I've known her /longer/," he said. "She escaped... six years? before I did, and we'd only been there for about eight months when she got out. I've only been here since November." He paused, thinking about it. Yes, some of the others - Adrian, certainly, and Kat, maybe others - had definately known Zepher for longer, continuously, than he had. And while he didn't think he'd changed much, there was no denying that Zepher had matured a lot since he first knew her.
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Post by Kitty on Feb 12, 2006 21:08:54 GMT -5
"But you probably knew her when she was most venerable, emotionally, you know. You get closer to people who you see when they are weakest. You know?"She said, with another shrug of her shoulders. After she had said it, she thought that it had not sounded like something she would say at all. She never would know exactly how people worked, but she felt pretty sure she knew that, but even so, it did not sound like something she would have said ever, and yet she had said it. “So you were in a lab for six years? That must have been rough.” She said, and realized that she probably should not have. It fascinated her, the idea of spending so much time under such horrible conditions. English herself had spent only two years in a lab, and the idea of more was horrible to her. She was pretty sure she was simply not strong-willed enough to have lasted much longer than she had, just simply for the fact she had been lonely. English was stuck between wanting to be with humans, and wanting to avoid them. That is how she had always been though. She had not changed in the past couple of years, and that shocked her.
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 12, 2006 21:22:13 GMT -5
"Closer to seven. We'd already been there for nearly a year when Joan and Craig escaped," he said. "And... I don't think it was really bad, as labs go. I mean, judging from what I've heard from other people around here." He paused for a moment, then went on. "I'm still worried about the lab-mates I had to leave behind, though. There were two more of our group still alive when I managed to get out."
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Post by Kitty on Feb 12, 2006 22:00:30 GMT -5
“There is no such thing as a pleasant experience when someone is tampering with your body without your permission. No lab experience is pleasant, and I don’t think mine was worse than anyone else’s, but I still am glad it was short. English said, her tone dropping to a solemn one. For some reason her rather uplifted tone just did not seem right for this topic of conversation. She had left a large group of people, and she had left them without a second thought. Of course, she had not spent as much time with the other people, nor had she forged any friendships, but she still had to wonder if that made her worse of a person. She figured it did, but she did not care. She had not known those people well, and so she would not worry about them. Not now that she was free. “You could always go back, like go rescue them.” When she said this, English felt silly. That, of course, would be suicide, going back. The idea was unrealistic, almost like the plot to a cheap action film. A team of genetically altered teenagers return to the lab that created them to rescue their much loved friends in this intense move jam-packed with suspense and action. Oh, yes, that was a bad idea, no, an unrealistic one. ”Or maybe not.” She said, with a small, sheepish smile, and the slight creeping of a blush into her green skin. It looked, of course, brown against her skin.
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 13, 2006 2:42:56 GMT -5
"I could, if I thought there would be anything left to rescue," Eric said. "But, like I said, there were only two left..."
Two. Rico. Curled in a fetal position, not speaking, not even letting anyone sense his thoughts. If there were any thoughts left to feel. Eric had been starting to doubt there were any.
Tavy. Brown eyes huge in a face that had lost far too much flesh, despite the fact that they'd always gotten more than enough to eat. Looking ready to attack Eric when he even thought of suggesting that Rico was too far gone, that the two of them should get out while they could. Watching him go without a word, sitting with one hand on Rico's quivering shoulder.
Eric blinked hard, trying to clear his mind of those memories. "You're right. It probably wouldn't even be worth the risk."
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Post by Kitty on Feb 13, 2006 16:05:23 GMT -5
English paused for a second, as she thought, her eyes glazing over in thought. This was noticeable, because she was no longer looking quite at Eric, but rather past him, like he was not there at all. “No, it’s not that it isn’t worth the risk.” She started, her words drawn out, like she had not quite thought of what she was saying, and so the words were being formed slowly. They had the consistency of syrup as they dripped from her lips. ”It would be worth the risk, valiant, courageous, if we were talking in variables where only risk took part.” English was speaking, and she was almost positive what was flowing from her mouth was just her working out this problem in her head, out loud, using the same methods she would use while solving a question on a test or such. ”I mean, we are saying all of this like it is actually a possibility to save anyone. Some of use may have useful powers, strength, psychic abilities, heightened senses, true, but that would not matter if we wanted to get into one of the labs, which are made to hold people with similar abilities and strength, so it is not even a possibility that we would have a chance at getting into a lab, let alone back out.” She had actually thought about the chances of getting out of the lab when she had been there, and she had settled on almost this same, twisted logic, that it was impossible. She had spent days telling herself that, and it was more than likely a truth of some sort. Nothing was impossible, just, highly, highly, highly, highly unlikely. “We would need an army to do such a think I think.” She finally concluded with a small shrug. ”A really big army. “
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Post by Lunar Music on Feb 13, 2006 16:11:13 GMT -5
"An army?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "No, a small, capable team would probably have better luck." He shook his head. "Of course, knowing the lab far better than we do would also come in handy - I mean, I didn't exactly wait around and map the place out when I was trying to escape, you know?"
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