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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dom’s Room/The Courtyard >> Cera's Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [color=9b6eb3]Cera:[/color] Dom, Desh, Her Mother on the phone and Marc. [color=2b942b]Marc:[/color] Murphy [@Lady Amalthea], Areum [@Salrynn] and Cera.
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Early Evening/August 1st, 2016
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Cera smiled happily when Dom agreed and gave her a hug, asking her to keep safe. It was nice that she felt like she was making some more friends here. Sometimes she felt like she just bugged people and that they wanted her out of the way, so this was a really comforting change of pace for her. Waving and saying goodbye to Dom as she left his room, Cera put her hands on her hips and debated what she was going to do. 

Her room was still in quite a riotous mess so perhaps that was the best thing to do right now. Cera wandered into her room and began clearing up the mess, her door on its hinges from Marc’s kick earlier. Kneeling on the floor, picking up all the splinters and crumbs, Cera looked positively tiny. A knock on her broken door caught her attention and she looked up in surprise only to see Desh standing there with two handymen.

Desh ushered the two handymen forward, one dragging a brand new door with him. The pair of men got underway with their work and Cera knelt there, on the floor, gawking at Desh as he spoke. [color=f26522]“My dear resident, Cera! I am hoping that you will forgive this humble hotel owner for taking his time to answer to your call for aide! I had a mission to save the fair damsel in distress but I knew that I must gather those that could handle the problem quickly! It is just bad fortune that my quest to find the correct people for this very important job caused you such a delay in comfort at my illustrious hotel!”[/color] Desh bowed so low that it looked like his nose was going to brush the carpet of her room before he disappeared away and left her alone with the handymen.

Cera rose an eyebrow as she realised that this sounded like the introduction to a bad porno. Her eyes widened and she quickly jumped over to her window and made sure that she could hear the others in the courtyard. That way, if anything funny happened, they’d hear her. As she sat, letting the sun soak into her skin, Cera’s phone began to ring. Not her work phone, her emergency phone. 

Her heart dropped and she couldn’t breathe. This… This could only be her family. She hoped that the worst that could happen wasn’t happening but she wouldn’t know until she answered the call. Hesitantly, Cera grabbed her phone and held it to her ear before hitting the answer button. [color=9B6EB3]“Hello? Mum? … No…”[/color] Cera’s eyes began to brim with tears as she listened to her mother. These were not happy tears falling down her cheeks and dripping onto her thighs. A gagging hiccup left Cera then as she tried to speak through the pain that was tearing through her chest. The voice on the phone called out to her but she couldn’t respond, her hand went limp and her phone dropped out of her hand and out of the window as she curled into a ball on the ledge, crying into her knees. The handymen continued with their work, oblivious to what was happening with Cera.

Marc had been listening to Murphy and Areum, getting ready to organise tonight when he heard a weird noise coming from Cera’s room window. He noticed it was opened and then he spotted her silhouette through the sheer curtains that were billowing out with the warm breeze. [color=2B942B]“Glad to hear Murph, sorry guys, I’ll just be a second…”[/color] His voice trailed off and he wandered over to Cera’s window and ducked down under her open window only to be hit by a falling phone. Grunting Marc rubbed his head and Cera didn’t even notice or hear him.

[color=2b942b]“Cera?”[/color] He shuffled forward and held her phone in his right hand while he carefully pressed his left hand against her arm. Cera jumped, startled by the touch on her arm from the window and she looked up with red, puffy eyes with tears streaming down her face. [color=9b6eb3]“What?! What do ye want?!”[/color] Her voice was shrill and scratchy as she yelled a Marc. Flinching, Marc swallowed the worry in his throat and kept his hand on her arm, squeezing it lightly. [color=2b942b]“What’s happened? Are you okay?”[/color]

Cera crumpled into her ball again, the sobs causing her shoulders to bounce up and down with each breath she struggled to take. Marc knew something seriously bad had happened and he looked at the phone in his hand. Looking through the recent calls list, he spotted ‘Home’ at the top of the list with a call from not long ago. Moving closer, Marc enveloped Cera in a tight hug. The ledge may be digging into his crotch right now, but it didn’t matter because his friend needed him.

With a loud sniff, Cera wiped her nose on the bottom of her shirt before looking up to Marc with nothing but despair on her face. [color=9b6eb3]“Marc… My brother he…”[/color] She crumpled into Marc’s shirt then, gripping onto the fabric as she clung onto him as if her life depended on it. Marc was startled, his arms still around her. He rose his left hand and stroked her hair down, trying to calm her as best as he could as she sobbed into his chest.

Her voice was muffled as she continued to speak. [color=9b6eb3]“H-he’s si-si-sick, has b-been m-most o’ h-his days but… but it came ba-back. H-he had leukaemia, as a kid. He’s dyin’ Marc…”[/color] Her words were all broken and each one was a challenge to come out, Marc just stood there holding her as tightly as he could as he listened to her news. He closed his eyes and chewed on his tongue, thinking about what he could do to help.

[color=9b6eb3]“I n-need to get home, Marc. B-b-but I’ve n—no money for a ticket…”[/color] She burst into a fit of tears now, unable to go on. Marc continued what he could to comfort her and then eventually it dawned on him. He could buy her ticket! [color=2b942b]“Cera. Look, I know we haven’t known each other very long but what about if I pay for you to go home? I have the money to spare so you don’t need to worry about that.”[/color] Gulping down air like it was going out of fashion Cera looked up to Marc, her hands rising up to wipe her tear streaked face. [color=9b6eb3]“A-are you serious? M-Marc that… You’re wonderful!”[/color] She slung her arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug she has given anyone in her life.

Marc smiled, hugging her back before leaning away from her. [color=2b942b]“C’mon, let’s get you packed up, shall we? I’ll get on the computer and book a ticket for you.”[/color] Cera slipped off the ledge, letting Marc climb into her room before she began darting around gathering all her stuff together. She’d only brought a couple suitcases worth of stuff, sure that she’d buy a lot more stuff when she was here but she never did. As she was packing, a thought crossed her mind and she walked over to Marc who was hunched over her computer at her desk. [color=9b6eb3]“Marc, do ye think tha’, maybe, ye could come with me? It’d be nice t’have a friend by m’side.”[/color]

She looked positively sheepish as she asked him to go with her. Marc rose an eyebrow and then considered how close he had been getting with Cera over his few weeks living here. He gave a small but reassuring smile before nodding. [color=2b942b]“Absolutely. I’ll go with you and help you through this. That’s what friends are for.”[/color] Cera could feel the relief washing over her as he agreed to come with her. Ducking down and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, Cera continued to pack her life in Jaipur up for her travels back home. If only it had been for a happier reason… Her stomach felt hollow but with Marc by her side, she’d be able to handle whatever pain came her way.
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