Fallenreaper

Apocalyptica

Abbie

Abbie felt a heavy weight release her when fresh air entered her lungs, her hand let the back porch door slip from her fingers and clank shut. Her eyes glanced back for a moment at the ripped, repeatedly repaired screen. Heavy scents of grass and dew chased away memories and the painful fact their home no longer felt safe. That sense of security was gone. Period. And there was no way to get it back as she started walking off the cracked porch.

Abbie couldn't rid herself of the bitterness her sense of safety would never return. It wasn't fair. That thought had been so strong, the need to leave threatened to eat her alive unless she escaped the cause. It was the driving force behind her hasty retreat to the small backyard.

Her hands tightened the jacket about her form and held it close. In her back pocket, the knife was only a slight comfort, a minor pressure, while she continued on the crooked sideway leading to the garage. She was careful to avoid the jutting cracks, torn apart by the weather and time, as she drew closer to followed the gates' at the yard's rear. They had years of rust which presented themselves more dominate in key spots and had been mended just as often.

Abbie was just about to exit the gate when her eyes caught movement in the edge of her vision. She stopped abruptly. Inwardly, she fought the urge to jump and instead delayed her reaction. Ba-bump...ba-bump... Her heart raced within her ears, her body turned on heel to face the figure stalking just outside her sight. Her expression flickered in surprise then relaxed. She recognized the owner, familiarity brought a slight comfort to her causing her face to soften. Abbie casted away her discomfort by gently patting her jeans, dusting off both the nasty sensation and dust.

She forced her voice to keep even and normal, something she found it more difficult then she first thought. "Hey Mr. Reese. I didn't see you there until now. A...are you here to check up on everyone?"

Mr. Reese reminded her of Kurtis, a lot. In his late fifties or early sixties, he was hunched over and pure white hair thinning at the top. His bright, blue eyes stared at her for a few moments before he spoke. "Yes. After the commotion this morning, I thought there was something I could do to help."

Abbie's hand reached and rubbed her neck slowly. "No, we've already got the mess cleaned up and everything's al-"

"Abbie..." Mr. Reese interrupted with a gentle yet firm tone, his eyes softened in worry. "You're not. If you're human, then nothing's alright after what just happened. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, to be honest I don't." Abbie sigh in defeat when Mr. Reese's intensely staring eyes saw past her defenses. A bit too easily to her. She had been trying to cast away the sickness which swept inside her, her middle still twisted itself into knots over and over. She didn't have any luck in winning against it. A moment passed before Abbie just gave up, unable to shake away the feeling, then started to talk. "

Without warning, Mr. Reese pushed forward and brought himself closer to the gate's edge. His path stopped only by the waist height fence between them. In a soothing gesture, an aged hand reached out to rest on her shoulder causing her head to face his eyes not fooled by her mask. "You're not alright."

A simple phrase. One not far from the truth and that fact disgusted her, unable to peel away the sensation. She inhaled deeply letting the breath smooth over rattled nerves. Maybe it was because the man was a stranger or the fact she knew he wouldn't leave, any number of reasons raced through her head to why but even they didn't make sense. Only one did. The need to release her emotional storm was too strong and battered down her defense until she found herself spilling words out. Pure. Honest thoughts within her mind.

"Mr. Reese," Abbie slightly struggled to keep her voice even, "it was just a brick. Nothing compared to the trips I take outside Chico every week. It wasn't some undead pounding at our door, desperate to get in and devour us. Just some jerks-people- just stirring up trouble."

Mr. Reese seemed to study her face a moment. Her eyes were unable to face him for a moment while his lips frowned enough to make the wrinkles deep more noticeably around his mouth. "You think because the world ended that there aren't pieces left behind? People are always able to do terrible and scary things, even in a grim life like this. Sometimes... It's the living you need to fear more then the undead, Abbie."

His hand release his grip, his arm fell to his side once more. He waited. She noticed his hesitation, considerate and worried, the same sad eyes given to a victim capable of self maiming until Abbie presented a soft smile. Her words seemed to determine his choice, sealing it finally.

"Thanks Mr. Reese."

He nodded then hobbled from the back gate around to the front door. The tip tapping of his cane made an odd sound to each step when he shambled past. His reply back was a soothing one. "If you need anything, then you know where I'll be. Now, I think I'll check on the others and see how they fare as well."

She waited until his steps faded completely, leaving her in silence. Shaking away the creeping dread, Abbie unlatched the gate and pushed off towards Chuck's work. Too bad she wasn't twenty-one. She could've used a drink right now.

The Library

Who's up for CTHD? I'm slightly waiting on Kestrel, cause I never mentioned if the attack hit or how effective it was, namely cause I'm waiting on his reply. :P

Stargate - Alliances

.... It's only been 2-3 days guys, but feel free to move the scene along then. I did warn you all I was going to have a hard time with this and it would be slow going for a while, namely until things changed.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Noel Howle

After playing a balancing act with the tray, a meal for the guard who had woken up, Noel had been instructed to watch one of the patients. A familiar, white haired student who seemed fixed in a slight, restful slumber. Much to her surprise, she easily recognized the student as the very girl she had admired in the Dinning Hall. This made the task slightly easier, even if she wasn't already eager to help, her hands then pulled up a chair to take a side at the cot.

Her hands settled in her lap while her eyes just watched Cynn's relaxed posture, looking blissfully calm compared to some of the other patients brought in last night. Instinctively Noel's mind recalled how impressed she was by the aptitude the College healers displayed, matched only by their determination to care for their own. It was rather heartwarming, possibly the key factor for her volunteering now that she reflected back on it. It also helped she had a little knowledge about herbs and experience in healing during her time in Eania.

Her fingers twisted her borrowed nurse's dress, about only a few inches above her ankle and form fitting, as her legs softly kicked beneath her seat. For a while she sat there. Her brown eyes continued to stare down when movement caught her attention, her face rose slightly. The patient's eyes were open, causing Noel to jerk in surprise and hand clamped over her lips in order to stifle the small yelp. Stunned and numbed to her next move, Noel could only watch as the hallucination play out, the acknowledgement of the patient's whereabouts slow to return to the white haired girl's face, the head moved to her fingers skirting along the sheets. It had be scribbling word Los but too stunned by the display, Noel didn't spare time to determine them, merely fixed in place as a spectator.

After several minutes, Cynn seemed to take in her condition. Her face twisted up in shock, likely from being in a strange place, before she spoke with expected surprise. Finally acknowledgement reached her eyes as well as her mind, barely easing Noel's clawing discomfort. Cynn's words stammered drive what remained away. bith the young student's introduction and confirmed Noel's suspicions she didn't know where she was.

Fully aware how frightened the patient was, Noel removed her hand from her mouth and tried to sooth her. "It's alright, you were brought by a student and are currently in the infirmary. The healers have been treating everyone injured during last night's catastrophe."

Noel bit back the sickness in her stomach when images, memories of the wounded and dying, came into her head. She couldn't help the shudder which raced up and down her spine. The notion worsened when she thought back to Cynn's earlier display. Her eyes broke contact, partly to hide the discomfort she felt and then turned toward a Esyire situated farther away from the pair. Noel had caught the whispers of who he was.

Straightening her dress she once more faced Cynn, this time with a small smile. "Even the Headmaster was hurt and brought here for treatment. Which brings up a few important questions: how do you feel? Is there something you need?"

Stargate - Alliances

Forsythe said
Fallen if you've got trouble with my last shoot me a PM and i'll do something about it

Seems alright with me, though I only skimmed it. I'll have a reply up sometime next week, likely Monday or Tuesday if not sooner. Ride isn't completely reliable when it comes to scheduling.

Stargate - Alliances

Forsythe said
Fallen if you've got trouble with my last shoot me a PM and i'll do something about it

Just got on, will check it in a moment and be with you in a moment. Also, Echo, I'm on the pad for a bit!

The Library

Kestrel said
Oh you have no idea how amusing this is going to be for me... :D

Always happy to make things amusing for you, Kestrel. Nothing like an aggressive bite between friends after all.

The Library

Alphakoka said
I'll post tomorrow.

Believe me, you have plenty of time. And yes, Nathair will bite anyone who touches him unless the trance prevents him from doing anything other then zombie like behavior. :p Mainly I thought this might be a bit of drama for Hedya or Mime, even if he can't draw blood on them, as Nathair hasn't gotten rid of all his wild child tendencies.

Apocalyptica

I'll try to get Abbie back into the fold in a day or so. However, I'm currently waiting with Remmy I think or at least some one else to post.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

EliteCommander said
I think I'm going to put Ssarak in the infirmary to check on the status of people. Who is in there at the moment? I remember Alaira, Khan, and Mar.

If you want to approach Mar or Khan, that's alright with me if you don't mind waiting for a reply in 2-4 days time span at least. I'm praying this problem will be fixed when August comes around and I won't have to deal with this anymore, namely since Lyn and Mar plays deeply in Blood's Plotline. I'm just not forcing interaction with people, mainly cause I hate to tie people up for too long.