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| Holmesian Feline | Aug 3 2007, 12:54 PM Post #126 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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"Good, because I always will," William replied kissing her back as she blushed. "Now a change of subject," he said smiling, "How about we find a certain healer and tell her our good news?" |
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| Giant Panda | Aug 3 2007, 12:56 PM Post #127 |
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If found please return to Kat!
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"your right, in all the hubbub, I forgot to tell kat when I was here yesterday." she smiled. "lead the way my darling." she kissed him, happy he cared, and happy she was marrying him, and he made her safer. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Aug 3 2007, 01:06 PM Post #128 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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"As you wish, love," Will replied before kissing her on the cheek and leading her back into the hospital. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 05:02 AM Post #129 |
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Neva hums to herself softly as she carries Kyra out of the hospital. She walks dreamily for a little while in the afternoon breeze before stopping at an inviting patch of grass. Slowly she sits down cross legged, Kyra resting on her lap as her back rests against Neva's stomach. She begins to sing to her softly as she watches a group of Black birds flutter past. "Black Bird singing in the dead of night. take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise". |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 12:56 PM Post #130 |
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Ginger was on a small break...finally. Spending all that time at the front desk had increased her slight fear of claustrophobia instead of helping her cure it. The young, rather shy, but strong-willed Healer sat on a small bench that was concealed by a large, slighty unkempt bush, a sketchbook in her lap and a charcoal pencil in her hand. Ginger had not had a chance to draw or paint in quite some time, which was a shame since it was her favorite hobby. The engagement to Darion and the time she spent here overwhelmed her life, leaving her little time to focus on the avocations. As usual, a cup od strong coffee sat at her side. Lack of sleep had caused Ginger's coffee cravings to hit an all-time high. Her ears picked up someone walking about the grounds. At first, she thought it was some other Healer taking their break and didn't look up. Part of her also worried that it was Wilson. She did not feel like being disgruntled just now. She was too relaxed. Still, some sixth sense deep within her told her that she should look up. Finall succumbing, her light blue eyed traveled up and she was mildly surprised. Neva was there, with a little girl Ginger guessed to be her daughter. Quickly setting her drawing suppiles aside, she stood up and watched the woman for a moment. Neva now sat on the ground, singing to her child. Smiling, Ginger walked over and asked, "Feeling better, Neva?" |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 01:07 PM Post #131 |
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Neva's attention had been well and truly overtaken by the nature around her. The wind teased her hair gently, making it dance in the breeze as if held by puppet strings. Kyra had become enthralled with watching two purple and sky blue butterflies dance around a Daffodil, making her small hazel eyes light up as she laughs along happily. As she watches her daughter, her index fingers being held firmly in her small fists, Neva barely registers another standing just above her. The skin on the back of her neck prickled, thoughts of Tyler flooding her mind. But she pushes those thoughts to the side. It was absurd to think it was him. Even still, the feeling of foreboding remained ever present. She looks up, smiling to see that it was Ginger. She hopes that she wasn't here to take her back inside. She didn't want to at the moment. Greg was in an interview and she felt incredibly secluded on her ward. The only time she ever liked being at Mungo's was whether visiting Greg or actually working herself. "Nope" she smiles simply to the woman's question, looking back down at her feet. The blades of grass entwined between her toes, her toe ring glinting against the Veridian backdrop. |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 01:26 PM Post #132 |
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Ginger raised an eyebrow, not in the way that people usually did that gesture, but more out of concern. "Nope," she repeated. "Well, if this helps, I'm not here to drag you back inside." Smiling a bit uneasily, she looked at the little girl and her smile grew. "That's your daughter, right?" she asked, just to make sure. She looked a lot like Neva, so maybe the question was a bit stupid. But if Ginger wasn't sure, she thought she had the right to be certain of her facts. Ginger wondered why Neva wasn't alright. She looked almost healed from her injuries, but maybe the pain was more in her soul than on the outside. Yes, that might have been it. But Ginger didn't ask about it. Maybe Neva was in no state to speak of it. Ginger didn't want to anger her. The woman looked so peaceful with her child in her arms. The blonde Healer could only hope for a child of her own when she married in a matter of months. Ginger played with that small ribbon that was tied around the top of her long, turquiose peasant skirt and waited for an answer. Meanwhile, her eyes wandered around the grounds. It was a truly beautiful day. She had always relished the time she spent outside, having missed out on its simple wonders when she was an extremely ill little girl. The sky, the grass, the small, delicate creatures that invaded the small stretch of landscape within the hospital all looked so carefree and beautiful. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 01:34 PM Post #133 |
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Neva couldn't help but smile when Ginger refutes her fear. She was rather taken aback to see that she wasn't maintaining her usual err of professionalism. But she was incredibly grateful. She didn't think that she could handle another battle. She would just rather maintain the peace and tranquility her aura exuded. "Thank you Ginger. There's only so many hours one can take of staring at blank walls before boredom begins to eat itself" she chuckles softly. Her eyes widen merrily with mirth as Kyra attempts to take hold of a passing Bumble Bee, the little girl becoming frustrated that she couldn't quite reach it. "Yes. this is my little Kyra" she beams proudly, giving the little girl an extra big hug. |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 01:46 PM Post #134 |
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"You're welcome," replied Ginger, taking a seat in the grass across from Neva, not caring if she was employed here or not. This was a hospital, not a criminal institution. "Yes, the place is a bit bleak," she sighed regretfully. "White is color of death, or so mythology says. Not very encouraging to our patients," she remarked, feeling sorry for the poor people who were so misfortunate to fall under some plaguing illness or get severely injured. "I think the morale of the patient matters just as much as the medical attention he is given." Ginger was careful not to reveal the fact that she almost died of cancer when she was 9 years old. To this day, she blamed the lifeless appearance of her ward for this. It lowered her hope.Ginger so earnestly hoped that something could have been done. "She's precious," Ginger smiled, watching the little one go after a bumblebee. "How old is she?" Kyra couldn't have been too old, Ginger thought. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 01:52 PM Post #135 |
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Neva nods enthusiasticly at Ginger's words. "I couldn't agree more. I've been itching to paint the place but as of yet I've had no time. I only managed to get the Nursery and Children's ward perfect before my life took over" she laments. Although she did feel that she had gotten the most rewarding out of the way first. She didn't think anything more she could have done would have made her happier than seeing a little boy's face light up because his bed was positioned opposite a a giant Bunny Rabbit. Her smile brightens ever more as though any compliment given to Kyra was one to her too. After all, she helped create the little darling. "She's eleven months, but I'm sure she thinks she's older. She can be such a little Madam on occasion" she smirks, stroking the little girl's stomach absently as she yawns, rubbing her eye with a fist. |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 02:20 PM Post #136 |
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ooc: Sorry, I had to switch computers. Ginger smiled. "Yes, I saw that, you did well. Maybe I could help you do the rest of place." Ginger wasn't about to bring up the fact that she was a talented painter, she was not one to boast. Neva's intentions were very good, in her opinion. People like that deserved recognition in her book. "I dread what they have now. It feels like the place is filled with dementors." Ginger shuddered at the thought. Dementors were, by far, her worst fear. Her life, up until the past few months, was one misfortune after another. Dementors tore her apart. "Children," she said. "They always feel like they should be more mature than appropriate, never valuing how easy they have it as little ones. Not having to worry about working, having a place to live, and food to eat." She chuckled lightly. "When you're all grown up and on your own, that's when the appreciation kicks in." Boy, did that relate to her. More than anyone could imagine. Her parents died when she was 10. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 02:41 PM Post #137 |
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ooc: Not a problem hun *hugs* Neva was thankful for the offer. She wasn't at all looking forward to the daunting task of painting the entire hospital single handedly. The thought had passed her that she get the children to help out. That would certainly brighten up any person's day, seeing the fruit of a child's labour. "I would be grateful for that. I hardly have the time, what with my classes, working here and looking after this little one" she reasons. " But I suppose the last burden shall ease slightly now that I have another pair of hands to help with her. I just hope he rises to the challenge" she muses. She knew that Greg was wonderful with children. Kyra was like a child to him. Neva frowns a little at the mention of parents. Ah. A dicotomy she herself had never fully understood. "I wouldn't know. I practically had to raise myself. I never knew my father. He was murdered before I was born. And my mother...well..she was more interested in petty revenge than me. She was murdered when I was 16" she explains matter of factly. She was never one to sugarcoat her words. She would prefer to shock rather than pussyfoot around Buddha's own truths. |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 02:56 PM Post #138 |
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"Alright, then, it's a deal," said Ginger with a wide grin. "It's about time someone brought a little happiness to the world. A change that is long overdue," she lamented, her eyes showing slight frustration at the very thought. "Oh, yes, it can be overwhelming," she agreed wholeheartedly. "I'm getting married in two months and I am in over my head with preparations. Plus, my fiancee got called away to Egypt for a few days and that adds a good amount of stress." Ginger stopped there. She certainly didn't want to burden the woman with her own problems. "I'm sorry," she said, sounding genuine at the mention of her parents. "Well, we have something in common there," she commented. She was a bit unsure of how to start this, since it had a reference to her illness. "You see, I had cancer when I was much younger and my parents had to sell everything to get me treatment. I lived, but my parents were murdered shortly after I left the hospital because they were unable to pay their debts to the loan shark that gave them the money." Ginger frowned bitterly, making her cheerful face darken. "I would have rather died than have them die," she muttered. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 4 2007, 03:38 PM Post #139 |
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Neva listens intently to the woman as she speaks, hardly daring to interrupt her. She knew how hard it was to be interrupted once one got into their stride about painful memories. It was best to just let the speaker run their cause. When she finishes, she hardly knew what to say. She knew that I'm sorry was out of the window for a start. Nobody wanted to hear that. It was as though the person thought themselves worthy enough to claim responsibility. She busies herself insted by leaning over and giving the little girl in her arms a peck on the cheek. The girl was dozing now, being soothed by Neva as she rubbed her stomach absently. "Well I never plan on leaving this little one. She's going to be stuck with me and Greg forever" she simpers. |
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| Poetica | Aug 4 2007, 03:51 PM Post #140 |
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Ginger nodded silently, feeling a little embarrassed that she had said all that to an almost complete stranger. Neva would probably think Ginger was mental. Ginger was pretty sure she was not, but rather not too settled around people. She was terribly shy from a young age and was never too eloquent and experienced with socializing. Knowing she also might have said something wrong, she still did not speak. She smiled watching the woman play with her child and her dark mood eased slightly. "That's good," she said. "It's always great having someone you love beside you." That kind or reassurance was rare and wonderful. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 5 2007, 10:24 AM Post #141 |
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Neva sighs softly. Ah love. The most complicated of emotions, yet the most rewarding. Her experience with such matters had been both brutal and sweet, making her wonder how much one really could prosper from it. Granted, she would never swap the experience for anything. It was just hard to have one's heart be ripped out repeatedly in the name of it. She herself had been both a fool and victim when it came to it, her heart splitting itself into two to share it's wealth. She couldn't help but think of how different her life could be right now if she hadn't have been so foolish. Maybe, Julian may have shown how much he cared rather than hiding behind his work. But that would have made it so much harder to love another. Would she still have fallen wholly and completely for the man that so many other women chose to place their affections on if she hadn't been neglected? It was a rather tedius thought. But she had to wonder. In all honesty, she couldn't imagine not loving him as much as she did. She only could hope, not having the ability to seek evidence for it, that he felt as much for her. Granted, his words and actions were exceptionally sweet and well meaning. But did the heart hide some deeper feeling of betrayal towards Lisa? She knew he would no doubt feel guilty for his own feelings and she didn't blame him at all. "It is. It's just harder when that love isn't reciprocated.....when it isn't enough..." Neva sighs, breaking from her reverie. |
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| Poetica | Aug 5 2007, 12:10 PM Post #142 |
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Ginger was a bit lost for words as Neva said that. She couldn't realte to that. She had only had two loves in her life. One James, her best friend who had died tragically, and now Darrion who loved her more than he loved himself. Ginger felt so naive and unexperienced in life. "I suppose so," she muttered quietly, while picking a small dandelion and twirling the stem between her long, but thin fingers. She wouldn't trade Darrion's love for anything, anything at all. Not even all the happiness in the world. He was her happiness and joy. He had that effect on her. She didn't say that much out loud. Part of her wondered what Neva meant. Was she relating something that happened to her. For once, Ginger really felt like a dumb blonde. Oh, sure, she studied under some of the finest Healer and read almost every book that advanced her in the art, but she finally realized that she had the life experience of possibly a five year old. "If you don't mind my asking," she said after a few moments. "Who found you....there?" She was referring to the time Neva was missing. But maybe it was not the right time to ask such things. Ginger instantly regretted it. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 5 2007, 12:23 PM Post #143 |
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Neva wasn't thoroughly thrilled by the idea of having to think about her experience yet again. But she didn't wish to shrug the woman off. If she would only allow herself to think about it thoroughly, to run over every minute detail in her mind, it would allow her to move on. It would allow her to help herself out of the deep rut she was in. She sighs, trying to remember the young man's name. She couldn't. Did he actually tell her? If he had, what happened to her after that particular meeting must have blotted it out of her memory. "I don't remember the young man's name. He was a traveller, or so he claimed. He'd called at my house to see if he could perchance pay for food and lodgings. I was locked in my old room at the time. I managed to make enough noise to raise his awareness of my presence, a silencing charm having been placed on me, before he was ushered away. He managed to work around the house and speak to me before he was attacked and I was dragged away" she muses. The rest was history really. " He somehow managed to get a message here and then Wilson, Greg and a good friend of mine named Loudon managed to find me and bring me home". |
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| Poetica | Aug 5 2007, 12:43 PM Post #144 |
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Seeing her contemplate for a moment, Ginger felt even more guilt. She wanted to apologize for saying something, but the woman spoke again. The man was certainly clever for having found out. "That is lucky," she remarked. "I hope he was alright and I'm glad you are," she said. "We actually had a patient that came in from some faraway country with some injuries. He left a few days ago." Ginger could hardly even imagine that that might have been the right person. After all, there were numerous drifters in this world. But how did Wilson and Loudon know then? The man must have had to come here. She didn't ask anything more, feeling that Neva's experience had been terrible enough to endure without having to recall it. "Lovely weather," she remarked rather randomly. She was out of things to say. "Sunny days are the ones that tell you that something remarkable might happen today," she said, quoting her mother's favorite saying. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 5 2007, 01:26 PM Post #145 |
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Neva was grateful beyond words that Ginger let the topic drop. She didn't feel that she had the energy to go over any more without the memories triggering a storm of emotion. She didn't want to show how much she was hurting. Since it had happened, she had felt a misterious change in her, as though her insides had hardened dramatically. No more would she allow herself to be the weeping willow. She would show the world a hard, tough Neva. That's what they wanted to see. "I've always been a fan of the rain. I see it as cleansing. It's as though it washes the world free of its sins, leaving it clean and fresh to start a new day, just like the trees and flowers it gives life to" she muses. There was nothing more she enjoyed than dancing in the rain, letting the cloud's tears wash over her skin. |
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| Poetica | Aug 5 2007, 01:37 PM Post #146 |
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"I've heard many theories about the rain," said Ginger, her voice absentminded. "The heavens are crying when it rains. I like the rain, but my caretaker at my orphanage always used to say it rains because calamity befell in the area where it happens to rain. Load of rubbish," she muttered. Mrs. Jakowski was a sweet old woman, but a little too fond of a good glass of mead. She was philosophical, though and Ginger learned quite a bit from her. Part of her wondered whether the woman still lived. "To me, rain is a sign of hope. Better times come ahead and the bad ones are completely erased," she mused, a far away look in her eyes. Being out her, in the calm of nature really made Ginger think over things a little more. From the time she was sixteen, all was a great big blur and Ginger never rightlfully paused to smell the roses and take in what life gave her. "When do you expect you'll be out of the hospital?" she asked curiously. She hoped she didn't seem too nosy with her questions. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 5 2007, 01:44 PM Post #147 |
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Neva shrugs, not really knowing herself. "I'm sure if Greg had his way I'd stay here under his watchful eye indefinitely" she smirks. It wouldn't be as though she was leaving, even if she did discharge herself. She would still come here to work, and take the occasional nap in the employee lounge during quiet moments. She supposed that she would have to as teaching at Hogwarts didn't allow for much time to dwell in dream land. |
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| Poetica | Aug 5 2007, 06:31 PM Post #148 |
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Ginger chuckled lightly. "Greg is quite the character," she said. It was true, she had a rather unique boss. "I'm sure he's just worried about your well-being," she told her, not really knowing, but hoping her assumption was correct. Ginger didn't mention this to Neva, but she herself would have gone mental just spending one night in the hospital. A whole year during her childhood was quite plenty. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 6 2007, 04:42 AM Post #149 |
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Neva sighs. She had been wondering the same thing. Was he really? She knew he had been, but now she wasn't so sure. "I guess so. But sometimes I can't help but feel that now I'm his, maybe he doesn't want me anymore. Perhaps the thrill of the chase was he really enjoyed" she muses, more to herself than anything. She only hoped against everything dear to her that was just being paranoid, and that she was indeed loved for loves sake. |
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| Poetica | Aug 6 2007, 11:19 AM Post #150 |
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Ginger knew what state of mind Neva was in about the situation with Greg. She sometimes worried that Darrion didn't love her anymore. Of course, this was ridiculous, but it was something that Ginger couldn't avoid thinking at times. Especially when he was travelling. "I understand what you're saying," she told her. "I sometimes have the same concerns about my fiancee." It was a remarkable story how they got together and broke apart, and got together again. Twists of fate like that probabaly happened once in a million years. "But I just....let go....let go of it all and pray for the best," she finished, looking up at the sky and contemplating what she just said. "It's dangerous, putting yourself out there that way, but you never know until you try," she reasoned. |
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