Torn
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Post by Torn on Dec 19, 2007 15:39:55 GMT -5
Ryoku... Hakkyou... Keeping her level gaze locked on the other's eyes, she stares in surprise. How did she know...? She has a name... do I? Breaking the eye contact, she stares down at her lap in confusion. Why can't I speak?, but even as she thinks this, a dull pain thrums in her heart. Wincing, she closes her eyes. I don't want to know... Fear hits her and she flinches at it's intensity. Why? Why am I so afraid? What am I afraid of? Who am I? Gritting her teeth at the questions whirling around her head like a broken record, she forces herself to calm down. Anger and panic only leads to pain. Even her logic comes from an unknown source, locked inside her mind until it chooses to reveal itself.
Frowning, she stills herself, her hands resting over the Inn keepers hands. She searches her mind for anything, an image, a word, a clue. But nothing, all she draws up is a blank. Sighing, she opens her eyes and scans the room, trying to find something familiar. Absently, she raises her left hand up and touches her throat.
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Post by Ryoku on Jan 9, 2008 0:35:35 GMT -5
All the thought's and questions that flooded her, made her squint a bit, closeing her eye's quickly, in a natural defence mechanism to all the words, errupting in her mind, like a tape that had been rerecorded over to many times, they streamed. Then the words exploded in a hightened level of sound, just before ceasing completly, makeing her eye's snap open, and briefly flash a deep wine red, before quickly going back to there normal sky blue. She breathed, deeply, as her eye's finally focused, on the girl in front of her, who had stopped touching Ryoku's face, and was now stareing blankly with a look of worry on her face. "Don't be afraid.. you'r safe." She said flatly, watching the girl intensely as she spoke, her own gaze drfting to where the girl's hand was.. her neck.
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Post by Torn on Jan 9, 2008 23:38:18 GMT -5
Her heart still beats at a faster clip than normal from the bout of fear that had coursed through her. The affects of her fright lingers in the back of her mind, but it's not nearly as intense. Turning at Ryoku's comment, she lifts her sad eyes up to the Inn keeper's own intense ones. Safe... from what? Her confusion and frustration glimmers in her slate orbs. Afraid... yes, but what am I scared of?
Sighing, she runs her fingers lightly over her neck, her gaze distant as these slow thoughts drift through her mind. Most of the bruises on it has completely disappeared. Only the ghost of the large thumb prints on either side of her jugular shows that someone tried to strangle her. But, she doesn't know that those marks are there, her movements are completely unconcious.
Dropping her hand, she looks the pale woman right in her ice blue eyes. Nodding her head, she gives a small smile. Tiny as it is, it still warms her eyes and brightens her face. Thank you..., she thinks, again wishing that she could speak, ...For helping me... whoever I am.
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Post by Ryoku on Jan 13, 2008 20:41:02 GMT -5
Ryoku was intranced, the connection she appeared to have also severed as she stared listlessly at the girl's neck, and the dull beating pulse, that started to get louder drowning out the silence in her head. She didn't even respond when Noa emerged to rub on her legs wich drapped over the side of the bed. The girl's uncontious motions just held Ryoku's stare, who was now also silent as could be.
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Post by Torn on Jan 13, 2008 23:52:57 GMT -5
Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, the silver haired girl glances down to Nao. Watching the black cat slide itself across the Inn keeper's legs, she frowns when their's no response from the other woman.
Looking back at the other, she gazes into her face, concern flickering across her features as Ryoku remains silent. Leaning in closer, she peers up at her companion, her head tilted slightly to the side. Her left sleeve slips down and forward a bit, revealing the top of her shoulder and the slight hollow of her neck.
What's wrong? Just as the question flits through her mind, her stomach gives forth a low, drawn out rumble. Turning her surprised slates toward her belly, she stares as a slow, gnawing discomfort takes hold of her. Hungry...
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Post by Ryoku on Jan 14, 2008 15:22:53 GMT -5
Ryoku stayed still as a statue. Even when the girl leaned close and gave a questioning look. But at the very moment the girl's thought of hunger hit, Ryoku simaltaneously muttered. "Hungry." Just before snapping out of it. Ryoku looked up quickly at the girl, well knowing she looked pritty strange just sitting there, like she had been shot, she honestly couldn't remember why she was stareing so intently and brushed it aside as she poundered the hungry comment.
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Post by Torn on Jan 16, 2008 2:59:11 GMT -5
Glancing up from her brief inspection of her irate stomach, the silver haired girl instantly notices that Ryoku isn't staring at her with that odd expression anymore. Nodding at the other's muttered, "Hungry", she places a hand over her stomach.
It was strange, really. She remembers food, hunger, and what food does, but when she tries to remember a specific dish of food, she draws up a blank. The images, taste, smell, it's all... gone. An empty void in her mind. What would have happened if I'd woken up alone?, she thinks in distress. Glancing down at Nao, who still stands at the Inn keepers feet, she tries to hide her feelings. How can someone forget something so... basic as specific foods?
She can remember a few things. Oatmeal, she knows what that is. Fish, eggs, ah... sitting on the bed, she frowns, her hands gripping the covers, striving to recall as many foods as she can.
Another long grumble rumbles out of her stomach and she grimaces.
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Post by Ryoku on Jan 19, 2008 15:53:22 GMT -5
Ryoku stood up gracefully, putting her hands in her dress pant pockets, she took on the particular backwards lean she usually kept when she stood, giving her a slightly awkward stance but non the less makeing her a little less imposeing, Ryoku gave the girl a lopsided glance and gave a reassureing smile. "I'll go get some food for us to eat from the restaurant...." The obvious rumbeling of the girl's stomach made her come to the conclusion that she must be hungry, paying little attention to her own gnawing hunger but it was the one she got periodically, that never seemed to vanish even after eating. Ryoku headed towards the door, Nao tagging along, she stopped long enough to mention one last thing as Nao jumped and suprisengly made it to her shoulder and up to Ryoku's head just before flattening into a rag like shape, passed out cold. "Just rest while I'm gone.. I promise I will be back in a few minutes." Ryoku stepped out and shut the door with s light click and headed off towards the restaurant intent on finding many things for the new gir.
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Post by Torn on Jan 20, 2008 2:05:24 GMT -5
When Ryoku stands, the silver haired girl feels the beginning stirrings of unease. The pale woman's words and smile bring a small amount of relief, but still it persists to nag at her in the back of her mind.
Peering up at Ryoku, who looms over her now that she's standing, her eyes shine with worry. Nodding her head at the other's parting words, she keeps staring at the door, despite the finalizing click!
Her fear mounting, her eyes dart about the room. No fear, for there's no reason for it. I'm safe... safe... Taking slow, deep breathes, she's able to calm herself, despite the intensity of her unexpected emotion. She'll be back in a few minutes, said so herself.
Deciding to do as the lady said, she leans back against the head of the bed. Shifting about, she gets into a comfortable position and draws the covers up to her stomach. Rest... that's all I need... rest and food. Closing her eyes, she lays her head to the headboard.
Sighing, she releases all thought and anxiety. Her fatigue getting to her, she begins to drift. She'll be back..., this time, her thought is filled with conviction, for she has no doubt that it is true.
Comforted by that thought, the silver haired mystery once again falls asleep.
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Post by Ryoku on Jul 15, 2008 4:56:29 GMT -5
Ryoku pushes the door open with a deft shoulder making sure not to connect any piece of the girl’s body on the hard wall or door, she had felt her fully lose consciousness just as they left, and the bumpy ride up the stairs was likely not felt by her. The sun had not died, and shone through the large floor length windows onto both Ryoku and Shinkan, catching the drops on her wet hair, she went to her white linen bed (the color matched with her white walls, furniture, and even white orchid she had on the glass coffee table near the small seating arrangement which was only a few steps away from her bed) she never worried about the girl sleeping in it, as she rarely used it herself, no thanks to her odd insomnia; as she assumed it was. She gently laid the girl down on it, removeing her arm from under her head slowly as to allow it to transition easily to the pillow, she leaned away after getting her settled and gingerly yet gently moved some strands of silver hair from the girls pale face and sighed heavily. “Back where we started…” she says as she watches the girl sleep, she strained herself, and even through all that Ryoku never found much out at all.. other than her name, which still surprised about. “Shinkan is your name….. pretty.” She whispered as she stood heading towards her closet to look for another shirt she could slip the girl into and get rid of the wet towel before she caught cold.
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Post by Torn on Jul 16, 2008 0:12:49 GMT -5
The whole way back to the Inn Keepers room, the silver haired girl doesn't even twitch; she's completely out of it. Even as she's lowered onto the softness of the bed, she remains so; completely unaware of what's going on around her. Her right arm rests limply over her stomach, rising and falling with each even breathe she takes. Yet, even as she's placed on the bed, the restful air around her shifts, becoming almost aware of nearby events.
She stirs slightly when light fingers brush against her face, but instead of waking up, a soft sigh escapes her and her head rolls to the side, away from the light shining through the windows. It seems that her sleep is not as deep as when she'd first arrived at the Inn, for she reacts to her surroundings. Apparently, even when so fatigued, she's a light sleeper.
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Post by Ryoku on Jul 31, 2008 14:58:58 GMT -5
Ryoku sifted through the racks of clothes in her closet, trying to find something for Shinkan, when upon moving aside a few shirts she spotted a small white bag, hidden from view at the back of the closet, small ornate writing on the front, a little bow holding it closed. She knew at that moment what it was, the day she had gone down to get the girl food, the night after she found her, she had ordered it from a catalogue the receptionist had (the girl always had fashion catalogues from the city, she would regularly have to tell the girl to store some away due to the overwhelming heaps that collected like towers around her.) the village had not much in terms of clothes, many old fashioned geta, yukata, kimono’s and haori. But Ryoku couldn’t stand the traditional wear’s of Japan, they were restraining and screamed oppression to her, she was regularly made to wear kimono’s as a child, and was more than relieved when the cultural revolution reached her little village in the form of tourists and city dwelling folk. The package had arrived two days ago, she had opened the bag and laid out the item she got, it was a small dress, a sun one, good for the hot days here at Hakkyou, she had gazed at it to the point that Nao had to swat her leg, which resulted in the flustered Ryoku to swiftly fold the dress into the bag and hide it away, unsure if she’d even ever need it. But here she was, almost the same situation in her midst, so she pulled it out from its package after neatly undoing the bow and laid it out beside the girl, she hoped she would like it… not because the cost, but because Ryoku was definitely not a fashion designer, and choose it because she assumed the girl would look nice in it. She stood straight after laying it out and turned to walk to her window, taking to watching the birds , and the large forest sprawling out before her, and up the large mountains of the valley. ((for a visual as too what the dress looks like img141.imageshack.us/img141/7356/fashiondressmo1.jpg ))
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Post by Torn on Jul 31, 2008 23:41:08 GMT -5
Breathing lightly, the silver haired girl frowns. Soft noises were coming from somewhere, and despite the fact that it wasn't overly loud, it was enough to disturb her sleep. Shifting about, a small shiver runs through her and she curls slightly on her side. The towel still wrapped around her form is wet and cold, making goosebumps race up and down her arms and causing discomfort to eat away at her.
Again, those soft sounds reaches her ears, drawing her back into the world of waking. Slowly, consciousness rises to the surface, she's now in that state where one is neither fully awake, nor fully asleep. Someone moves to her side and there's the sound of fluttering clothe. Now said person moves away and goes still. Cracking her eyes open, she stares blankly at the ceiling. Where am I? She remembers being at the outdoor bath, with Ryoku, and then suddenly feeling very weak. After that, nothing.
Slowly, she sits up and bows her head, her right hand rising to rub at her temple. The covers of the bed and the towel wrinkles at her movement, but she doesn't notice. This sees familiar... Looking up, she finds herself staring at the couch she'd seen the first time she'd awoken in this bed. Ah... that's why... Wondering where Ryoku could be, she peers to her left and spots the tall Inn Keeper staring out of one of the large windows that makes up a wall of the room. Ah, there she is. The other's back is facing towards her, the pale woman seems deep in thought. Such broad shoulders... Her own seem so narrow in comparison.
Gaze dropping to her lap, her eyes light upon an unusual fabric. It's not of the same material as the bed and is in fact more colorful than most things in the room. Tracing a finger across one of the light blue frills, she stares in puzzlement. What's this? Pulling it onto her lap, she begins to run her hands across it, taking in it's texture and design. A... dress...? Suddenly, a chill worms it's way down her spine. Shuddering, her nose twitches and she sneezes!
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Post by Ryoku on Aug 1, 2008 1:13:24 GMT -5
So painfully cute. How, the sound had made her grin slightly, she knew it meant the girl was awake, which was a good thing, but her rare expression had completely faded by the time she turned to face the girl, whom was now upright in the bed and eyeing up the dress. "Like it..?" she said cautiously, leaning back against the large window, legs crossed over eachother and her hands in her pant pockets, ignoreing the landscape behind her or paranoid possibility the window may shatter underneath the weight. She had assumed the girl would look good with a little bit of blue accents, as the grey strands of hair made her figure, at least in her minds eye, not to mention, she hated frills and dresses, but that was on her.
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Post by Torn on Aug 3, 2008 23:30:20 GMT -5
"Like it..?"
Glancing up in surprise from her inspection of the dress, the silver haired girl stares at Ryoku, who's now facing her. Looking back down at the garment sitting in her lap, she takes in the odd pattern. What is that... it looks like... snow? For some reason, she gets the feeling that the Inn keeper is unsure about something. Running her hands over the material, she gives a soft sigh. I do..., she thinks quietly, when rather suddenly, the meaning behind the other's question sinks in.
"Like it..?" Those words echo in her mind.
Blinking in shock, her head snaps up, her bright slates slightly wider than usual. Expression reflecting her emotion, she gestures first to the dress, than to Ryoku, than to herself. Are you giving this to me?, she wishes to ask. Face turning questioning, she waits to see what Ryoku says, her hands unconsciously tightening around the dress.
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