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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:17 pm
He did as she asked, but the concerned look remained on his face as he locked his mismatched eyes with her's.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:30 pm
Amrita was quick to pull her arm back once it was released, hugging it to herself. For a moment she glared down at her own appendage for betraying her.
"It's just a scratch." She insisted in a murmur, definitely not looking at him. It may have been just a scratch, but it was clearly enough of a scratch for her to be wearing a hoodie that was too big for her and done up to the neck, complete with long sleeves. The only thing that was normal about today's attire was that she was at least wearing a skirt under it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:36 pm
His motions were slow and careful as he signed, "let-me-look-at-it?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:45 pm
Amrita bit her bottom lip, glancing up when she saw his hands moving. She thought about saying no and changing the subject, but she knew that this was something he wouldn't let go.
"Don't get mad..." She murmured, using her left hand to undo the zipper on her borrowed hoody, freeing her right arm with a grimace. While she was wearing a tank top under the hoody, under that stretched a large series of bandages that wrapped across her torso to her right shoulder, and then all the way down, stopping just above her wrist. The bandages, while stained, still seemed fairly new and well taken care of, but that was all she could do to show him without help.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:48 pm
It looked as though she had seen the right people for care, at least... besides poking his nose in out of morbid fascination, there was no good or help he could offer her beyond the same troubled expression. "Not-mad," He signed gently without touching the wounds. "Concerned." His stitched lips pursed. "How?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:59 pm
"I was...dancing." Amrita explained lamely, shifting uncomfortably. The tag was still in place, and she was still terrified of people listening in; but it never did cross her mind that they could have also been listening to her as she attacked the Hunters. "And my partner accidentally opened my shoulder...and broke my forearm." The accident with the broken forearm was her own doing though...the other one was just the result of not getting out of the way fast enough. She left her bandaged arm out, mostly because it was too much of an effort to change that.
"...My stomach too." She added quietly, using her left hand to peel up the bottom hem of her tank top, just enough to glimpse a similar set of bandages.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 9:32 pm
The location and size of the wounds indicated a fight to him- against what, he couldn't tell with the bandages blocking his view. His eyes widened at the sudden explanation, straightening up as tall as his hunch would allow as all three hands balled into fists and his left shoulder bristled with extending spines.
Finally, he bottled his rage enough to form shaking words with trembling, stiff and curled fingers, "Who?" A dance partner? Who would she be dancing with and how had they landed such injuries? That's right, his sometimes sluggish brain reminded him, she was in the hospital. That was what the books were for. So someone she was dancing with had hurt her enough to hospitalize her... He'd rip them apart, and sew them back together so he could punch their mutilated face to a greasy pulp...
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 8:50 pm
For a single moment, Amrita shrunk back. The rage that rolled off of him was clear as day to her, and it was terrifying. He didn't seem to get what she meant by dance, and for a moment she panicked, fidgeting as she tried to figure out how to correct this misunderstanding without giving too much away.
"I was...dancing, with someone in a white coat." She was speaking a little odd, being careful to annunciate properly as if it would help get her meaning across. "I think I really...got under their skin...?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:41 pm
He hesitated at the mention of a white coat. His brows furrowed and his hands unclenched slightly, eyes darting over her face to gauge her expression.
Under their skin?
His lips twisted as he signed carefully back, "What-have-you-done?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:45 pm
"What I had to." She responded simply, her voice quiet. Her expression remained impassive, as though the only issue she had with what she did was that she had gotten hurt in the process.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:57 pm
He inhaled and exhaled loudly watching her for several more moments as he thought carefully. "Alone?" He finally signed, hands held close to his chest as though whispering. His brows were still furrowed with concern.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 10:23 pm
She only stared at him blankly, wondering how she should answer that. The truth would no doubt cause him to panic, but lying was still not something she wanted to do if she could avoid it. In the end she heaved a sigh, looking pointedly at the ground.
"Yes."
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 10:32 pm
He gave a long exhale, brows knitting as his hands moved to take her's, face unreadable for a moment as he looked down at the bandages. Finally, he let go to sign, "Rescued-you-from-them-once. Always-there-if-needed. No-shame-in-backup. Dangerous." His fingers were trembling as he formed the words, carefully trying to keep his composure.
Whatever she was up to... he didn't like it. But he hadn't told her not to. They couldn't ignore the Hunter Threat, but they also couldn't let the Hunters rob them of living their lives. They were older now, more powerful, yes, but that didn't mean they weren't still young.
"Could-have-been-worse-than-hospital. Should-have-known. Should-have-followed." But he couldn't stalk her. That would have been rude. And she had said she wanted her space.
Space to go on suicidal missions of vengeance. Missions that would make her even more of a target. A bright blip on their radar even stronger than the tag on her core.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 10:45 pm
She flinched as he took her hands, and only because it moved her injuries just enough to spike through her. As he signed to her, she felt the guilt rise, burning through her very being. Yes, he did rescue her and yes, he as always there if she needed him. Yet, despite all this...she insisted on doing it alone. Always alone.
"I didn't go with the intention of dancing, though..." This time had been self defense. "I've been careful, I promise." Well, careful as to her identity; it was pretty clear she was not careful with her injuries.
"And they deserved every second of what they got." The wrath in her voice was deep and dripping, her eyes narrowing; even now, healing from her wounds, she was aching for revenge.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 10:57 pm
"You-don't-trust-me," He didn't look up as he signed the quick, hurt words.
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