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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 4:05 pm
This room belongs to:
Nanako & Ciarán & Aruela
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:47 am
"Yup."
The smile dancing on thin lips didn't even try to hide itself. Amusing how she could find round about ways of explaining things to people. Quick, quiet, footsteps sounded in the room as she scampered towards the bathroom, hoping that Freya would be okay by herself for a few minutes or so. After throwing nearly everything out of one of the bathroom cabinets, bandages and tape finally appeared. And that was all she was interested in. Her body was already used to the pain so the bleeding was her only problem. Without much care for anything, Lucretia padded back through the dorm, stripping off her clothing as she went. No, actually, she wasn't modest at all, contrary to popular belief.
Finding her way to the closet that she had long ago designated as hers, the bloody clothes were tossed carelessly into the corner, as far away from her clothing as possible. That closet was about the only thing in the room that had to do with the girl. It was rare that she slept there. Downstairs, somewhere near the monsters, was more comfortable and homey. Regardless, she needed to change her clothes as well as Freya's. Though it took a bit of hopping, somehow she managed to get her bandages on tight enough to feel safe, as well as change her underclothes without hitting the wound. Poking her head out of her closet, gray eyes flicked around until the successfully located her child.
"Freya," she called sweetly. "You like the color blue, right?" Sighing, she shook her head and returned to searching through clothing. It wasn't likely that she had been understood. Yes, that blue would suit her nicely... After successfully wrangling herself into a simple, black sundress, she found her way back to Freya. A dress that much resembled her own in a different color was folded in her arms. They'd go out shopping to buy Freya some clothing, as well as underclothes, of her own later. It wasn't like the pale girl was anywhere short on money.
"Can you get dressed on your own?" It was a simple question. Whether she would be understood or not was a mystery, still. Taking one of the blind girl's hands, she placed the dress in it. Hopefully, she'd recognize the command. If not, Lucretia wasn't above dressing someone else. God knew she got enough experience out of it while working at that hospital...
[[It's fine that it was short~
:]]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:02 am
Humming a tune harboring eerie joy for the chaos he likely caused, Juvenile quietly opened the door. The room designated to belong to both himself and Lucretia, a fellow Alliance member, was dim and quiet with the growing death of another day coming closer as the sunlight drowned in the sky. There was faint sound coming from another room in the dorm, presumably the bathroom. It faded, however, to the closet and to the main room. Coming closer, actually.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
Juvenile called, leaving his key on the table and poking his head around the corner where he saw his roommate and the little girl, Freya. Or Dot, god knows why. A brief smile crossed his face, but, quickly faded. Of course Juvenile had a soft spot for the young girl. Though powerful, she was also blind and helpless. Not to mention the target of torture for the Demon of room six. Quietly, he padded over to where Lucretia and Freya were, crouching on the ground behind them. Of all the Alliance members, they really were the only two he could possibly withstand.
"Hey Lucretia, Freya."
Juvenile had a rare, gentle side to him. The kind without insults that knew how to use his inside voice.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 12:49 pm
The poor girl nearly had a heart attack when someone spoke. Which was, in fact, rather painful due to the current circumstances. Visibly she shuddering, she jerked around to face the intruder. She hadn't heard anyone come in. Some observant person she was. That was a negative six on the good Alliance member scale. She was about to shoot off some rather select words, but the sight stopped her dead. Okay, so, yelling wasn't necessary. Well, maybe a little for startling her, but raising her voice didn't seem like such a hot idea around Freya. "Evening," she said lightly, offering a smile that few people ever received from her. Naturally, Juvenile was one of those people that wasn't on her hit list. Actually he was on her 'if-i-knew-him-better-he'd-probably-be-one-of-my-friends', list.
"Oh, wait, it's Lulu. Call me Lulu." That probably seemed odd. It wasn't unusual that she threw a tantrum when that nickname was mentioned. There was a reason for the demand, though. Poor Freya had just learned that name and Lucretia responding to anything else besides that name could prove confusing. Confusion that was completely avoidable. She turned back to study Freya, seriously debating if it would be a good idea to drag her along with her to see the Head Mistress. It probably wasn't, but it wasn't exactly the best idea to leave her child alone.
"I didn't see you when I was working with the monsters this morning," she called over her shoulder, vaguely remembering that she still needed to clean the blood from her skin and hair. "Out terrorizing students?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:19 pm
A smile. It was rare anyone greeted him with the such. Well, rather, it was rare anyone greeted him at all. Juvenile took a seat on the couch, propping his elbows on his knees, watching. Lulu, huh? Why the choice in nickname all the sudden? Of course, then it hit him as he remembered that Freya didn't know how to talk. Putting two and two together, he supposed Lucretia taught her 'Lulu' or something along those lines. That would cause some confusion among the girl's English learning skills indeed if he managed to mix it up. He nodded, a small smile on his face.
"Right you are, Lulu. I was terrorizing my younger brother, as a matter of fact."
He gave a small, sadistic laugh. It was proven not to be as satisfying as it was earlier, sadly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:26 am
Freya stood confused in the room, unsure of what the girl expected her to do. She had handed her something, which she now clung onto tightly, thinking it must be the clothes that the girl was speaking of. So she wished her to put it on? Perhaps what she was wearing was not suitable for where they were, which meant nothing to her considering she was oblivious as to her current attire. Sure she could feel it, but what it looked like she knew nothing of. Putting these new 'clothes' on she could of course do, where was what she knew nothing of. With a frown on her face, Freya held out the dress towards Lulu, hoping that the girl would instruct her further. Changing there was an option, until another person seemed to walk in.
A boy obviously, considering his low voice, a familiar voice at that. He seemed to address her by her name, few people knew it so the boy was one she felt no need to fear. Though who he was she was unsure. With no name to recognize his as all she had was a voice.
"Clothes?" Freya repeated once more, still holding out the dress, ignoring the boy for the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:13 pm
Lucretia gave Juvenile some sort of an amused look over her shoulder. There was something new. That brother hadn't been mentioned before. Well, it wasn't like she asked about people's personal lives. "Sounds like something you'd do," she replied fondly. "I'm glad you found something to keep yourself amused." And didn't end up being tortured for several hours like I did. Her attention immediately snapped to Freya when she spoke. The girl almost laughed at herself. Of course. It wasn't like the girl could see what she had been given.
"I'll help you then." Taking the dress from her makeshift child her hand latched onto one of Freya's hands once again. At this rate, Lucretia seriously would start calling the girl her daughter. Now, wouldn't that be strange? "I'll be back in a minute," she called, tugging Freya along to the bathroom. Though she knew that it was probably nothing that Juvenile hadn't seen before, she figured Freya wouldn't be to comfortable changing with him the vicinity. The girl was blind, not deaf. After pulling the girl into the bathroom with her, she lightly kicked the door closed in silence.
"It's a dress," Lucretia instructed patiently, beginning to tug at the cloak the girl wore. It was strikingly harder to remove than she had initially thought it would be. "Dress." It seemed there would be a lot of repetition going on until Freya got the hang of things. Annoying? Not really. Slightly tedious? Maybe. Eventually, that stubborn cloak fell to the floor and the pale girl found herself scowling. There were way too many scars on that flesh. How cruel. Shaking her thoughts, she pulled the dress over the girl's head. "Clothes." The statement was simply to see if Freya could put on the clothing once she knew where it went. Surely she did. Sleeves weren't too complicated. Certainly she had had a life before Fear got her. No... Come to think of it, she couldn't remember how long ago Freya had appeared, nor how old she had been at the time. Had it ever even been mentioned.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:02 pm
Easily the girl slipped into the article of clothing. She had done it enough times that not even blindness could prevent her. It had been so long though, since she had found herself wearing something beyond that cloak that covered her body. Before this world she had always worn lavish clothing that provoked envy from others. Girls wished they were her, guys swooned for her. Life had been perfect, but not anymore.
If only she could see, things would be so much better. To once again look into a mirror and see the damage that had been done to her. If she knew of her scars she would remove them, but her appearance mattered nothing to her anymore. In fact, at times she forgot what her face even looked like. All she could recall was how people had always told her she looked like an angel. But now the angel stayed hidden behind a cloak. If only her people could see her now.
"Dress." Freya said simply, allowing herself to shift her eyeline towards where she knew Lucretia to be standing. Even if she looked towards her with a blind gaze she felt it would be rude to not look at her at all.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:41 pm
Lucretia smiled, proud. "Cute," she said softly. Lean fingertips traced the girl's dress in places, fixing wrinkles that looked odd to her or straightening a hem line. When everything looked as perfect as it was going to get, she crouched down and gathered the cloak into her arms. Returning to her usual height, gray hues studied the girl skeptically. She almost told Freya that she didn't have to necessarily look her way if she didn't want to. Goodness knew that Lucretia could care less if she had someone's attention or not. As long as they heard what she said, it didn't matter. But, it would be heard by deaf ears. Not literally, of course.
After a bit of thought, she came to the decision that Freya probably knew how a hair brush worked. If not, it could be explained pretty easily. Retrieving her brush, she placed it one of the girl's hands. "Hair brush." Returning her hands to her hips, she glanced in the mirror. Ugh. She hated that thing. Someone could be watching her at anytime. That was a bit unnerving. Numerous times had she thought about taking it down and breaking it. Her better logic usually came in when she was about to do it and tell her that it could possibly anger a certain someone if she did. And, thus, she lived with yet another thing that she hated.
Lucretia ran her fingers through her short hair. It doesn't even matter. I'm going to have to go see her anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:28 am
Hair brush. Ha, how amusing. The girl was actually taking measures to get her to look decent. Odd. It had been so long since she had cared about her appearance. Usually one stopped caring when they stopped seeing themselves, or the world for that matter. She still knew how to use it though. It truly wans't a difficult task. All she had to do was run the thistles through her long hair. Seemed simple enough, until she realized how many tangles and knots were in her hair. She couldn't remember the last time she had pulled a brush through her hair. Sure she had showered when Fear had allowed her, but she still lacked the necessities to make herself "beautiful".
Though after many yanks and pulls the girl revealed her straight, untangled hair that she only wished she could see. Why had the girl taken such measures anyways. It wasn't as if Freya was looking to impress anyone. The idea that Lulu was simply trying to help didn't register in the mind of Freya at all. She was one of them wasn't she?
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:53 am
Better. Freya was really very pretty. Poor girl probably didn't think that of herself, though. Lucretia couldn't only imagine how it would be to only think about how you looked, and not be able to see it. How annoying. Well, that would be all she forced the girl into doing for the day. It was getting late, anyway. "You're really pretty, you know?" she asked offhandedly, opening the bathroom door and taking the girl's hand. From the looks of it, it was a bit late to head out anywhere. Dinner was definitely in order, then they'd just have to think of something to do after that. The Headmistress could wait until morning. It wasn't like the woman was going anywhere. With a shrug, she began tugging Freya toward the bedroom. It was late, after all.
"Bed," she said calmly, lightly pushing the girl toward the bed that Lucretia had long ago designated as her own. Yes, it looked very Victorian and very unused. But that had tendency to happen when someone slept downstairs most of the time...
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:16 am
A nose bleed from the guilty-geared boy, he awoke with such. Blood staining the couch and pillow, he rushed to the bathroom, clutching his nose and trying to avoid getting more blood on his clothes. Juvenile nearly knocked down the door in trying to get there, and when he did, it only got worse as the urge to vomit came along again. Two weeks sober and it only seemed to get worse. Holding the sink and the food in his stomach, he let the blood flow freely from his nose, eyes clenched shut. Shaking. Thankfully, no one was awake to see him stumble. He turned on the sink, verge of crying strong, and watched the water turn from deep red to a tinted rose to clear, indicating the user spell was done. He was getting better. Usually the nosebleeds lasted fifteen minutes and he spent at least five of those minutes throwing up. No one knew this about him, this struggle of his. No one needed to know the weakest part of him.
Straightening himself up, vowing to clean up the blood later, Juvenile shed his dirty clothes and turned on the water, letting it steam before he stepped in. All he could think about was the slight irony of the situations. All this time spent making people's nightmares seemingly real, and, this happens to him after a few days. Such a terrible shame, a cruel joke. After turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist, he made his way into the bedroom, where his bed lay. Made and unused, whereas the one beside it was occupied. He tiptoed quietly to the closet and picked out a white, sleeveless shirt with the neck cut low and a symbolic explosion of purple, black and pink 'birds'. After pulling that on, as well as black pants with three belts and two chains, he left the room to acquire a sponge and bucket via the pad to clean the blood from the couch. Normal people would order a new couch.
But, who said Juvenile was normal? There he was. On his knees, scrubbing the couch to make it look clean.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:13 pm
A rather loud banging half-stirred Lucretia from her sleep. Blearily, gray hues opened slowly to flick about the room. It was empty. Stupid kids and they're god forsaken banging... With a slight huff, she rolled over and pulled the blankets over her head. The presence of Freya was somewhere to her right, but the girl was effectively ignored. It had been sooo long since she had actually slept in a bed. Floors usually ended up being slept on, which were fairly cold and uncomfortable. Oh, how she loved that mattress. Nights would definitely start being spent in bed. A few minutes later she stirred again, a part of her swearing that someone else was in the room. Another look around informed her that she was hearing things.
However, after being woken up twice, there was no going back to sleep. With one fatal dive she managed to leap over Freya's sleeping form and roll onto the floor, without making too loud of a sound. Staggering to her feet, she rubbed sleep from one of her eyes. Juvenile was apparently awake, or he had never went to bed. The girl couldn't recall him ever entering the room, come to think of it. Feeling much to lazy to change out of the black silk gown she had put on the night before, she started for the living room. Truth be, if Juvenile was up he had probably already headed off to the training grounds. Probably had the dorm to herself...If she didn't count Freya.
An empty room wasn't what she found. Rather, there was the confusing sight of Juvenile on his knees cleaning. Another rub of her eyes was in order to make sure she wasn't seeing things... Then another for good measure.
"Juvenile," she yawned, wrapping her arms around her own waist. "Why...Are you cleaning the couch?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 7:16 pm
Bed. That was another word that Freya had learned the night before. Apparently a bed was the equivalent of a comfy piece of heaven that one slept upon. She remembered them from before, but it had been so long since she had been able to indulge herself in one. For such a long time she had been sleeping up the cold table in in dorm six. No luxuries were graciously given to her. Sure most wouldn't consider a bed a luxury, but to the girl it truly was. Most would have been uncomfortable anyways, considering that Freya was still clad in the dress she had been wearing the night before, but she didn't mind. It would've been too much of a hassle to change anyways.
Only problem now was: getting out bed. She never really had gotten off of her table so getting out of bed wasn't something she quite remembered. An easy task to her was an impossible feat due to the lack of eyes. Though she did manage to roll over, however, she managed to roll over a bit too far. Blindly, the girl fell down onto the floor, a loud THUD proclaiming what had just happened. A moan of pain escaped the girls lips as she moved herself up to a sitting position.
So, the bed wasn't as nice as she had thought...
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 11:04 am
He jumped, dropping the dirty, rust colored sponge onto the carpet with a 'splat'. Composing himself, he turned to Lucretia, a plain look on his face. "I found it to be rather filthy. Is that a problem?" Such a lie. If one got close enough, they could smell the blood. Hell, he hadn't even gotten to the carpet, yet! Knees swaying, left to right, he sat down on the dry part of the couch, picking up the bloodied sponge and squeezing it out over the cheap plastic bucket. Watching the suds swirl and mingle, turning pure into filth. He looked over at Lucretia, looking around her, anyway. "Where's Fre-" His question was cut short with an answer from a loud thud. Blinking, Juvenile figured the girl must have fallen out of bed. Leaving the sponge and bucket behind, he made his way over to the bedroom, where he heard Freya moan in pain. Upon entrance, he saw the girl sitting up. Hell, he couldn't help but stifle a giggle and smile. Poor blind girl. Crouching down to her level, voice gentle, he cooed, "You alright?" Hopefully, some part of her would understand and give up a reply of sorts. After all, English was lost to the girl.
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