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Post by cuddlecookie on Jul 17, 2010 18:56:43 GMT -8
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"don't tell me, I'm afraid of waking up alone; but it's waking up to find you've gone. Now you make it clear, I had my chances. Only one way left to go, so I'll follow it down. She goes straight, straight for the deep end. Doesn't hesitate to dive right in. Be careful now, be careful now."
Hope twirled about the ruined streets of this new random city she had stumbled into. She seemed to be doing that a lot now a days. Moving about city to city to city and not having any luck in her awfully long quest to find her sister, Natasha. To pass the time, she decided to sing and dance about the streets so she at least felt somewhat happy during her search. This had always been a talent of hers back in Romania-- a sort of passion if you will. Every now and then she could jump up onto broken ledges so she could take her search onto higher grounds. It would be easier after all... why search low and see nothing when you could be high and see EVERYTHING?
"She can't hold her own. Who would have known she is misery's company? Shes got no place to go, no place to call home. She got misery's company! She goes straight, straight for the deep end. Doesn't hesitate to dive right in. Be careful now, be careful now, be careful! Be careful now...."
It was hot out, a bit way to hot for a normal summer air-- humid. Hope somewhat felt thankful that she was able to steal some ripped dark blue shorts and an orange tank top from this house she raided in the last city. She was pretty lucky that the clothes actually fit her. After all, Hope was pretty tiny; she wasn't exactly tall either. Hope stood at a less than impressive 5 feet and 5 inches and was so thin she could pass for anorexic. She wasn't of course, she ate normally just like every other people in the world, her genetics just kept her ultra skinny and fragile looking. In a way she was like a child when you think about it. Hope was considered the innocent type back in Romania-- in the US too. People used to envy the odd color of hazel eyes that seemed to resemble an orange and green sunburst around the pupil. Orange seemed to be a color that just worked for Hope, even her hair-- dark brown naturally-- had a soft orange glow in the sunlight...
"He only come to me in my dreams. So sleep becomes routine Its not healthy, its what makes you right. Its not healthy, its what makes you. He only come to me in my dreams. So sleep becomes addicting. Its not healthy, its what makes you right. Its not healthy, its what makes you... Hold his strings to haunt my dreams... Its not healthy, its what makes you right...Its not healthy, its what makes you..."
She climbed her way up the side of a stone building that was at a slant and walked up it's side until she reached the roof. It was pretty windy at the top, the air blowing her waist long curly locks to her left. She looked down on the city, her sunny eyes wide with wonder and searching. Would her sister possibly be in this town of rubble? "Tasha!!!?" Hope called out, she listened her her bell-like voice echo out through the ghost town and frowned. There was nothing, "NATASHA BELSKI!!?" again... there was nothing.
What the heck!? Hope frowned and tried again, "Tasha!!? It's Hope! Where are yo--AHH!!!" the stone roof she was standing on gave out and crumbled right where her right foot was standing, causing Hope so fall down with it. Her heart spiked with fear just as she was able to grab the edge before completely falling to her death. Hope's breathing was heavy, panicked by her current situation. She held on tightly to the edge of the roof, hanging there for dear life, and like an idiot she looked down. It was a LOOOONG way down. Hope bit her lip, making her body swing slightly and stretching her leg out so she could possibly land on the next edge. Though after a couple of times of trying this, the edge her foot would of landed on on THAT ledge crumbled to nothing. Hope closed her eyes, her face turning red. She could feel her hands getting weaker, unable to hold her up much longer.
What could she do!? Her sister was waiting for her somewhere! Hope squeezed her eyes shut and used her lungs to scream long and loud enough, "HELP!!! SOMEONE!!!??"
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Post by TARRAN SEREN EDWARDS on Jul 18, 2010 13:48:16 GMT -8
 It wasn’t difficult finding work in a place like this, no not in the least bit. Then again it wasn’t really difficult to find a spot to pick up garbage or scraps anywhere. In these ruined cities there was a lot that could be offered to him. There were old junked up vehicles that could be taken apart and delivered elsewhere so that people could buy it off of him and turn it into something much more useful. There was scrapped wood all over the place from collapsed buildings and even some building materials that, with a bit of effort, could be removed and taken elsewhere to benefit something better. Yeah, even though it was a picture of chaos there was still some pieces of new opportunity buried in the ruin. Where there was something bad there was also something that could be used for good. That was the way life was, he found. You could always find a light in the dark even when it was hard to do because humans always seemed to have hope. Not all of them, but just enough.
Was it dangerous operating a moving vehicle when you couldn’t hear anything? Yeah, it was and he would not deny that to himself or anyone who happened to ask him about it. But he had to get around somehow and this was the best way to do it. And what was that not so safe way of getting around? It was buzzing along on an old motorbike. It was nothing special either. The paint on it was an eyesore (a rusted red) and it really looked like it shouldn’t be ridden on. It worked pretty well though and he had never suffered any accidents from it by its fault. It was always just his own fault whenever he had to skid to a stop and he just happened to slip off the seat. Sometimes things popped out of nowhere and he couldn’t exactly hear them coming.
Today he wasn’t out looking for anything very big either. Nah, he was just looking for bolts and bits like that to offer to the people in the resistance or other outsiders like him so that they could build a better society.
As he made his way into one of the ruined cities he slowed down the bike considerably so that he could weave around anything that was blocking his way. Whenever he had to slow down too much he had to punch it as soon as he could, causing a bit of a jerk every now and then. But it was nothing that he wasn’t used to. How many years had he been doing this now? Perhaps it was almost two by now. He wasn’t really completely sure. He wasn’t even completely sure of how old that he actually was except that he must have been kind of young. Not beyond his early twenties, at least. Was it sad that he couldn’t even figure out what his own age was? He supposed that was what happened when you just woke up one day without any knowledge of anything. Suddenly you were just there. Just something, not somebody. A somebody had a past and people around them and memories to talk about. A something was just… him. Well he supposed that he had turned himself into a somebody now. But nobody of grand importance or impressiveness. He was no war hero fighting along with the resistance. He was just Tarran. That’s all that he knew. And was that even his real name? It was the name that the people who had saved him had given him. He was Tarran Seren Edwards. Whoever the old him was… they were gone.
When the young cyborg finally found a good place to stop, he leaned the bike up against some debris (yeah, it had no kickstand). He then put a bag over his shoulder and some gloves from the pockets of his dirty blue trousers. The tan and orange pair of gloves were filled with holes and spotted with different things from all his adventures. Despite how they looked, they did help sometimes. The shirt he had on was light blue and also filled with its own rips and stains but nothing too bad. Good working clothes, you know? The last part of his outfit was added just before he started up the falling buildings and that was a white mask to cover up his mouth. He stretched the bands behind his ears to keep it on and then started his walk. He didn’t want to choke on some random chemical now did he? Sure it wouldn’t protect him completely but it was better than nothing.
Tarran began his search in something that looked like an old apartment building. The floors above him creaked ominously as he walked through and everything felt like it was swaying. But Tarran ignored the swaying and couldn’t hear the creaks to begin with; he was used to that kind of risk. He was afraid of fighting but buildings that were better left alone were nothing for him. He did it to make his living.
His hands ran over some boards as his eyes watched carefully for any kind of parts he may have wanted to take out. That was when his eyes caught something flicker in the reflection of some broken glass. His heart sped and he turned his head in a flash, but he was happy to find that nobody had snuck up behind him. Instead he could see a large cloud of dust floating upward into the sky, showing that a building had collapsed in that area. Usually he would have ignored it and continued on (especially after thinking someone was following him). But the building was not far off and Tarran found himself scrambling over in its direction to get a better view. As he pulled himself higher and higher up he was surprised to find something dangling around in the heart of the newly collapsed building. He couldn’t see it well but it almost looked like a body. His instincts told him to stay away from it but… what if they were alive? So again he found himself hurrying in the direction of unstable grounding and awkward climbing.
When he finally reached the ledge of the building Tarran carefully approached it. He adjusted his mask, pinching it close to his nose so that it would not open up. Then he looked over. His hazel stare widened up a good deal when he saw that it was a girl trying to pull herself up. Instantly he placed his hands in front of him and held up a single finger, indicating to wait a moment… if she could.
The boy hurried in the opposite direction literally falling and stumbling as he ran back down to find his motorbike. He opened up a small back compartment and pulled out a rope. Not really anything long, just something he used when he didn’t want something to collapse over his head, you know? Once he had it he hurried back up and tied one end around a beam of an old building. It seemed sturdy enough. Then he tied the other end around his waist while he hurried back up.
Once he was back at the top he dropped down to his stomach and crawled carefully toward the edge. He reached a hand out toward her trying to snag her wrist in his hand. When he finally got it he hastily placed both hands on it and nodded toward his arm, hoping that she’d get the idea and grab one.
TAGS!? hope - nims
WORDS!? 1272
NOTES!? phew that was longer than expected xD
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Post by cuddlecookie on Jul 18, 2010 14:34:36 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Nu!" Hope was gasping to herself, not nearly as loud as she had been screaming for someone to help her. Her English had changed to her native Romanian because of the sudden desperation starting to flood her little body. She was scared out of her mind. What about Tasha? Her mind was literally set on nothing but how close she was to her death. This couldn't be happening! She was cursing herself, wondering why she hadn't been more careful when she knew she was so high up.
She looked up to her hands, feeling the sweat start to form on her palms. Hope held her breath, her eyes starting to water out of fear. She pulled on the ledge, trying to pull herself up again but her body was weak. She hadn't eaten in days, she hadn't slept in that same length of time. Hope pulled and pulled, looking up to her hands again. Her knuckles were turning white, in fact her whole hand seemed white with the pressure she was putting on them. "Nu... Nu, vã rugãm sã zeii!" she was gasping to the Gods, begging for them to send something-- ANYTHING-- to help her.
Then something caught her attention, she could hear something scuffling against the side of the building. It sounded like someone was walking. Her eyes widened at this realization and started to scream hoping to the gods that this person would hear her. That's when a body came close to the edge, his eyes wide with surprise. Hope stared back at him desperately and held onto the edge tighter than she had before, her hands were starting to slip. She couldn't figure out the look on the boys face, was he scared for her? Was he going to help her? Hope's breathing came out heavier, trying to tell him to help her but he put his finger up. Hope's hazel gold eyes widened-- he wanted her to wait? Hope opened her mouth to speak but the boy had already run off. Hope started screaming.
"NU!!! vă rog! vă rog!!!" Hope was screaming, the tears flooding her eyes finally starting to fall down her red cheeks. The sweat on her palms was starting to build up, making her hands slip slightly. Hope's breathing came in little pants, making her scream more desperately. "Oh Zeii!" Hope was crying again, screaming more and more. Her heart was racing and she couldn't help but keep looking down at the fall waiting for her. She closed her eyes both praying mentally and calling for the sister she knew wouldn't hear her cries. She started kicking her feet, her legs and knees scraping against the side of the building. Knowing that she was going to fall any moment now made her ignore the pain of her burning legs.
The rock of the building was crumbling again, right under where her right hand was. Her hand fell to her side and Hope literally started screaming her lungs out. It was a scream so high pitched it made the birds in the burned trees flock away. Hope's crying only got more desperate, her right hand trying to grab the ledge of the building again. Where was that boy!? He sure as hell was taking longer than a minute. Or at least that's what it felt like. Before she knew it her left hand was slipping to the point her fingertips were on the edge. She was going to fall in a second... Now!
Hope's left hand forcefully let go of the edge, the dropping feeling making Hope close her eyes. She screamed even louder, much worse than the earlier one. At this rate she was going to loose her voice for a few days. Then suddenly something grasped her wrist. Hope's eyes flashed open-- looking up to probably the most beautiful thing she could think of right this moment. The boy had come back for her! She stared at him completely baffled, amazed that he had come back just as she had fallen. Though of course she wished he had made it sooner. The sunlight behind him was like a Holy light, literally glowing around him like he was an angel.
He held onto Hope's left arm with both of his hands, tilting his head slightly. At first Hope was confused but then realized he was indicating for her to grab onto his arm as well. She nodded and grabbed his arm tightly, her nails starting to claw into his skin out of desperation. She stretched her legs at the side of the building. After a couple of times of her feet slipping, her foot finally stayed on the wall. It was then that the boy pulled her up, she helped him by pressing her feet against the wall and scaling herself up.
Once she was back on the roof, Hope looked around like she couldn't believe that she was alright. She smiled a very cute and innocent smile and threw herself at the boy, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him against her, "Oh! Thank you! Thank you!" she was gasping in English, though her accent was coated heavily on the words. She pulled back slightly and pressed her lips to his cheek, kissing him on both sides before kissing his forehead. She couldn't thank him enough!
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Post by TARRAN SEREN EDWARDS on Jul 18, 2010 15:30:03 GMT -8
It took her hardly a second’s time to get what he motioning at her to do. Before he knew it she had her fingers buried into his arm and he felt a light tinge of pain as her nails grasped onto him desperately. He managed to ignore the pain in his arm easily because of the adrenaline that was pumping through his own veins now. It was forgotten as he felt his own fear and stared down at the desperate and horrified looking girl. Her eyes looked like she had been sobbing for quite some time but he could tell that her heart was pumping even faster than his and her body was going to do anything it was capable of to save her life. It was a miracle that she could understand what he wanted her to do.
Once they both had a good grip on each other, Tarran used as much upper arm and chest strength as he could to start pulling her upward. She wasn’t all that heavy but it wasn’t easy pulling a body up over the ledge either. Once he had gotten her up a good deal he hopped onto his heels and pulled upward, this time with much more ease since he could put more power behind it. And before he knew it the delicate looking girl was back up on the building rather than dangling right at death’s door. Without the opposite weight he was pulling on Tarran stumble back a little ways but managed to keep his balance. It was thrown off again when he felt the girl suddenly throw herself at him.
Again Tarran felt his eyes widened from the surprise. This time though it wasn’t anything dangerous that he had to worry about. It was just a grateful girl showing him some gratitude with a simple squeeze and… some kisses on the cheek and forehead. A light shade of red colored his face as she did this but his head was also elsewhere so he wasn’t completely aware of the way his face was reacting to the sudden amount of attention that he was getting. No, he was ready to hurry down the side of this building and get down on some solid ground. So without so much as a second thought, Tarran placed his arm back around her wrist and gave her a little tug, pointing down toward the beam that the other end of his rope was tied at. Then he started back down, not wanting to pull her along since not only could that cause some serious falling and tripping but it could also stir some panic like he was going to kidnap her or something.
Once he had gotten to the bottom he waved her toward him and then started to untie the rope that was fastened around his waist. The knot was done in a horribly sloppy kind of manner. So it took a moment before his fingers managed to undo the mess that he had made out of it. Then he turned to the other end and carefully undid the rope from around the beam. Once he had everything undone he started to swiftly roll the rope back up.
He hooked the rope around a belt at his waist and then pulled off his left glove to run his bare hand over the little red spots on his arm from where she had been clinging to him so desperately earlier on. But it was nothing serious or bad. It was simply little spots of blood that had already pretty much started to clot. He slipped the glove back on and looked back up toward the girl, wondering if she was okay. Then he remembered that he had the mask on his face and he put his hand up quickly to pull it down away from the bottom half of his face. Now it stuck awkwardly at the bottom his chin but he hardly took the time to care about how odd he might have looked.
Now he offered the girl a grin and a friendly wave. Then his brows raised and he held up a finger for her again. Again he found himself going over to his motorbike but this time not in such a rushed manner. He pulled open the compartment under the seat again and then waved her over as he pulled out a small silver canteen. Along with that he pulled out a simple brown jacket a dirty looking brown box (thanks to Kallista who assured him that he would one day need a first aid kit) and rested them on the handlebars of the bike. He picked the canteen back up and then walked back over to her holding it toward her, giving her a nod to assure her that she could take it from him. Then he went back to the bike and patted on the seat, hoping that she would get the message and come sit over on it. Her legs didn’t exactly look great, you know.
TAGS!? hope - nims
WORDS!? 839
NOTES!? never played a deaf boy so let's see how this goes X;
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Post by cuddlecookie on Jul 18, 2010 17:19:07 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her heart was still beating pretty heavily but for the moment she was good to go. Actually she was better than good she felt great. It was like she discovered a new life within herself-- like her eyes were seeing a new light and that light was this boy. How long had it been since she felt somewhat loved? Forever maybe. The only people who ever loved her were Mama and Daddy, and her sister of course. Now Hope was starting to question the world-- the fact that this boy saved her was starting to weigh down on her shoulders in an odd way. Wasn't everyone fending for themselves right now? At least that's what she thought. This boy could of easily ignored her handing off the side of a building and just go about his own. The fact that he saved her made her feel like she owed him everything now.
She didn't really notice the blush on his covered face though she did notice him tugging on her arm. Hope blinked in confusion and looked around him to see where he was pointing to. What she saw surprised her a bit, had he been attached to this rope the whole time he saved her? Was this was he left her for forever to get? She couldn't place the meaning of the rope really but the fact that he was pointing to the beam it was tied around interested her. He then turned away from her and started following the rope to the beam, turning back to motion for her to follow before he started untying the rope from both himself and the beam. Hope quickly made her way to him, watching as he struggled with the sloppy knot. This made her giggle a bit, finding it pretty cute and amusing that he couldn't untie it. She reached out to offer her help but he got the knots untied and wrapped the rope up-- hooking it to his belt.
Hope smiled at him though within a second that smile faded and her child-like face changed into a bit of a worried expression. The boy had pulled his glove off and was rubbing his bare hand over little red crescent marks going up his wrist. Hope blinked, realizing that she was the one to do that. She hadn't noticed how hard she must of been grabbing him. She felt bad and seeing the little beads of blood exiting the little marks didn't make her feel much better. He saved her life and she hurt him? What sense did that make? Hope was about to tell him she was sorry when he pulled his glove back on and ignored the marks. His eyes met her's in a way that she couldn't really place the expression of...
That's when he pulled down his mask, revealing his face to her. She didn't even notice how funny he looked with his mask just sort of hanging at his chin-- she was too focused on him. His eyes were what drawled her in the most. They were beautiful and hazel just like her's. The only difference was his didn't resemble the sun with green and gold rays bursting out around the pupil like her eyes did. Her eyes were one of a kind-- so said her father at least. The boy had full dark red lips and skin with a slight sun-kissed tan to it. He was beautiful, but he was normal and she loved that about him. The boys portrayed on TV were so overrated. When there was a real beautiful boy with regular human flaws standing before her, her heart just seemed to melt all the more. And now that she could see his face, she could better understand the weird expression in his eyes. He looked a bit worried-- she assumed he was wondering if she was alright.
"I'm... well..." she muttered shyly, her english wasn't exactly great.
The boy smiled at her, making Hope's face light up like she just got a sunburn on her face. He waved to her and she was a bit confused as to why he wouldn't speak to her but figured there was a logical explanation to his muteness. She flashed him a sweet smile back and shyly wrapped her arms around her tiny waist, watching as flashed her another "one minute" sign. Hope tilted her head to the side and followed him with her eyes curiously. He walked to a rusty red motorbike she hadn't noticed before she started pulling things out from under the seat. He looked back to her, waving her to join him so she met him at the bike. Now that she was close enough she could see he was holding a silver container. Water? Hope tilted her head slightly and looked at the boy shyly just as he offered it to her. She took it with a smile and started sipping from the container trying to be lady-like though it had been FOREVER since she had water. While she did this she died the other items he was pulling out-- it looked like a jacket and a strange box she didn't know what was.
His eyes met her's again and he motioned for her to sit on the bike. Hope blushed again and looked down, doing exactly what he asked her to do. Her eyes stared down at her legs-- they looked awful. The pale skin was coated with some dirt from her traveling and there was blood in a fashion like she had rug burn. She bit her lip and crossed her legs slightly, trying to hide the injuries from him.
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Post by TARRAN SEREN EDWARDS on Jul 18, 2010 19:21:16 GMT -8
His eyes watched her as she gladly took the canteen and started to sip away. A grin grew onto his full lips as he dropped his eyes away from her so she wouldn’t freak out over him staring at her. Some people took his watching the wrong way considering they didn’t know that it was only because all he could do was watch. If he looked away then he wouldn’t be able to tell if you had spoken to him or not and then things only got worse with people thinking that he was rude for just blowing them off. But he was pretty sure that this girl was alright with just the canteen of water for the moment. Besides, he needed to work on getting that box opened up. He’d never really opened it and the sides had always been kind of crushed in toward one another. Yeah, great first aid wasn’t it? If you could get to it. But that was mostly his fault since he had nothing else and decided that he probably wouldn’t need it much. Until just now, of course. Oh but it wouldn’t be that much of a task. Tarran could pry just about anything open. These last few years of being something of a scavenger helped out with that.
As he made his way back over to the box the girl did what he asked her to and sat up on the bike, now she was looking down at her legs too. He leaned up against the front end of the motorbike so that it wouldn’t slip but she was probably light enough to where it wouldn’t be going anywhere. So most of his concentration was still on prying open that damn box. He placed the tips of his fingers in the edges of it and started to pull. A few times his nails slipped over the edge but eventually it popped open, causing a small vibration to run through his hands as it did so. He assumed those vibrations meant there was some kind of sound… in any case…
Now that he had the box open he balanced it against the handlebars again and used his hip. He started to look through the contents, furrowing his brow curiously as he did so. Finally he found some wipes already equipped with rubbing alcohol. All he had to do was open up the packages. He set the box on the ground, placing the lid carefully on top. Then he pulled apart one of the small packages, removed his gloves, and carefully unfolded a wipe with the tips of his fingers. He wasn’t interested in getting any of it on him after all. He was already all dirty.
Tarran then knelt down before the girl and pointed toward her legs while he stared up at her. Then he held the wipe up to show her what it was. He wasn’t sure if she would get that it hurt though. So he went ahead and carefully formed some words, hoping that they came out correctly. “This…” he said while holding the wipe up again. “Hurt.” He furrowed his brow apologetically and then held up his fingers, showing a tiny space between them. “Only little bit.”
With that said Tarran carefully pressed the wipe up against her leg, moving it up and down carefully. He watched as it removed some of the grime and cleaned up some of the cuts. Now he wasn’t looking at a bunch of caked dirt or anything like that. Instead he could see fresh pink skin where she had scrapped and cut up her legs. He frowned a bit but continued what he was doing so that he could get them cleaned off as quickly as possible. He didn’t really want her to… be complaining or something. Because he wouldn’t hear it.
Once he finished with the wipe he shoved it back into the open package and placed it in the box. Then he produced some white wrapping. He knew that her legs weren’t horribly damaged but in a place like this they could get infected, right? All he knew was that he wasn’t supposed to take any kinds of risks with this stuff so he wouldn’t. He started by unraveling the wrap, his fingers working diligently as he pressed it against her skin. He wasn’t a professional but he had watched the expert healer do it often and she’d taught him a trick or two. Once both were wrapped around each leg he tucked each end in and then gave her legs a soft pat while looking up at her with a grin and a nod.
He backed up from her and took up the box closing it back up after placing his gloves in his pockets. He then looked back at her, giving her a thumbs up with a concerned look on his face, asking for some kind of approval.
TAGS!? hope - nims
WORDS!? 820
NOTES!? lalala
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Post by cuddlecookie on Jul 19, 2010 14:10:00 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As she sat and sipped away she could sort of feel the boys eyes watching her. She looked up to meet his eyes, her own holding a gentle and calming expression despite the burning pain on her legs. The look the boy was giving her was something she couldn't exactly place though. He seemed completely focused on her for some reason. A soft red blush started to spread across her face out of a little embarrassment but he didn't seem to notice-- his attention had fallen now on the mysterious little box. Hope looked away shyly with a confused look on her face.
This boy was starting to seem stranger and stranger to her. First he wouldn't say a word to her. Then he insisted on doing little things as if he COULDN'T speak for some reason. Was he like her uncle? Hope blinked and stole a glance at the boy again, her gold eyes focused on his neck. The skin there was smooth and unmarked. This made Hope frown as she looked away. Her uncle had this long pink line across the front of his throat. A long time ago when Hope was 6 she had asked him why he had to talk to her using paper. He told her a story about when he was in the army. He was captured by some other country and they cut his throat at the voice box so he couldn't speak anymore. Though looking at this boy he didn't have the same pink mark on his neck. There had to be some other explanation...
Suddenly the boy was knelt by her battered legs looking up at her with his finger pointed to her legs. The blush returned to her cheeks as she looked down to her legs. Hope's hair moved forward, her bangs shifting so that they sat on her long eyelashes. "They're fine... really." she told him, but he didn't seem to react to what she was telling him. Hope tilted her head to the side and moved her legs away from his shyly, feeling self cautious about how they must look.
"This," Hope looked up to see the boy holding a small cloth, "Hurt, Only little bit."
She watched as the boy made a small space between his fingers and looked a bit worried. She frowned slightly, trying to figure out why he sounded like that. Was English his second language? This made her smile, at least they had something in common... though their communication skills were going to be a bit awkward if they planned on staying together much longer.
Then something cold touched her leg, Hope looked down again and flinched just as the stinging starting to burn her leg more. "N--nu!" she gasped trying to move her leg away from the stinging, "Vă rugăm asta doare! (Please, that hurts!)" she was practically screaming at him. It wasn't an angry gesture though... Hope didn't get angry, she was simply in pain. Her eyes stared at him completely baffled as to WHY he wasn't reacting to her screaming. "Vă rog! Opreşte-te? (Please, stop?)" she begged shyly but he didn't seem to hear her. Her lips pursed in a way that formed a little pout. Was he ignoring her or could he not hear her? Hope tilted her head to the side she decided to test something.
"Om de nimic opriți ignorarea mine! (You JERK! Stop ignoring me!)" She felt bad for saying that to him but she felt like something was weird about him. So when the boy continued on to wrapping up her legs and not saying a word to her she was starting to figure it was because he couldn't hear her. Hope tilted her head-- was he deaf? Hope watched him shyly as he wrapped up her legs. A smile graced her lips as she examined his patch job. Her legs didn't just nearly as much anymore. Her eyes met his and her smile widened. The boy only got up and flashed her an awkward thumbs up and a look of concern. Hope tilted her head to the side, not exactly understanding.
If he couldn't hear her screaming at him then he must not be able to hear her at all, right? She got off of his bike and closed the distance between them. Her eyes stared into his eyes for a moment, looking a bit worried herself and reached for his right hand. Her hands were surprisingly soft despite her full year of traveling. She smiled shyly and twisted his hand slightly so his palm was facing up. Hope held up her finger and pointed to his palm, indicating for him to pay attention to it. She then took a deep breath and started writing: C....A....N
She was spelling something.
Can... you.... hear... me?
Hope then looked at him and repeated what she just wrote but by speaking it instead.
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Post by TARRAN SEREN EDWARDS on Jul 23, 2010 17:01:18 GMT -8
His lips curved downward in a frown when the girl looked like she did not understand what it was he was hinting at to her. He wanted to know how he had done on her legs and if she was feeling any better about the situation now. Tarran supposed that something as simple as a questionable thumbs up wouldn’t be of any help to that, huh? Well then he guessed he would just have to find another way to ask her how she was doing because he was sure that he sounded completely ridiculous when he actually spoke. And, to be honest, Tarran didn’t want to sound any stupider than he probably had already with his spoken words. Sometimes it was just better for him to do something like squat down and scribble words into the dirt beneath their feet. They may find that kind of strange but at least he would know that they could read what he was putting. The only way he would ever know if they understood his speaking was if they wrote him back or gave him a positive sign like a nod. He hadn’t taken the time to see if she had nodded at him or anything.
She never did give him any kind of positive sign about his hand work on her legs though. Instead she had gotten up and made her way over toward him, taking his right hand as she stared up at him. Tarran watched her eyes silently, trying to see if he could somehow read them and find the words that he would so desperately rather hear her say. But if this was all he could do then he would do it. It was the next best thing.
The young man turned his eyes downward when she pointed at his now upright palm. He furrowed his brow and glanced back up at her for a moment but then quickly turned his eyes back down when he felt her hand start to trace something in his. Immediately he was reminding of so many other times when people tried to communicate with him. His concentration zeroed in on the letters that she was tracing now, his eyes even closing so that his mind would not dare to wander anywhere else. It wasn’t easy but he was pretty good with blocking out the rest of the world.
Can… you… hear… me? Can you hear me?
Tarran slowly opened his eyes as he thought the words over and over in his head, wondering if that was what she was trying to say to him. He slowly returned his gaze up at her, catching her lips movement right as he did so. But they meant little to him since he guessed she was only repeating what she had spelled out on the palm of his hand.
For a moment Tarran merely stared at the girl, his lips parted slightly as though he were trying to piece together words to say right back to her. But, really, he wasn’t going to do that. He had already decided against speaking anymore than he already had too. Maybe right now called for it but he felt uncomfortable with it. But finally he did give her some kind of answer to her question by shaking his head lightly to show that it was a negative. He couldn’t hear a single word that she was saying to him. He was a bit surprised that she had just figured it out but he guessed that people with defects like not being able to hear didn’t exactly go around with a light up, neon signs on them that warned people that they couldn’t hear. It was a handicap that he could keep secret and apparently he had to this girl until this moment. He smiled at her awkwardly.
It was a pity that he didn’t know any kind of sign language. But where was he supposed to learn it and even if he did who would understand it? He didn’t know any other deaf people or people who knew sign language. So he made do with this… awkward pointing and shrugs and grins. It was all he had. Well he could have mechanical ears, he supposed. But he wasn’t made of money and he didn’t trust many people around here to put something in his head. They might take something off of him.
Tarran brushed away the awkwardness and suddenly put on a bigger grin. He pointed back toward his bike, taking a step back from her. “Ride?” He meant this in the sense that he could take her where she needed to be… well maybe. He could take her to some place safer than this. Or to a proper medical… person. “Can get… help.”
TAGS!? hope - nims
WORDS!? 794
NOTES!? bahaha. awkwardness <3
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Post by cuddlecookie on Jul 23, 2010 19:22:58 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the boy shook his head a frown appeared on Hope's pale lips. She tilted her head slightly at him, it was a sign of hers that she took a habit of doing to show that she was confused. So he really hadn't heard a word that she said? She looked down in thought. She felt happy that he wasn't just ignoring her this whole time. However the fact that he couldn't hear was a huge disadvantage in this kind of world. People were crazy... and Hope was suddenly feeling like now that she knew he was deaf she wanted to at least stay with him. Sure that would probably offend him to know she thinks he needs help. Hell, Hope was in that situation once.. people thinking she was mental and that she needed help. But this boy wasn't mental... he was deaf-- Gods why did this have to seem so hard?
"Ride...?"
Hope looked up to see that the boy was pointing to his bike. The smile on his face reminded Hope of this boy who tried to ask her out in 7th grade. He seemed shy and awkward, which made Hope smile. Her jade eyes glanced at the bike as she considered what he was saying. He said it with a question so she figured he was offering her a ride. The smile on Hope's face faded slightly as she walked over to him. She gave him a no by shacking her head and grabbed his hand again, placing it palm up and writing-- slower this time.
Nowhere to go... looking for my sister...
Her eyes focused back on his, there was a glimmer of wetness in them as if she was about to cry. Sure the mention of her sister was a tough topic for her but maybe he would understand that she couldn't be moving fast if she was trying to look. What if she missed Tasha? She had to find her, it was awful for them to be separated for so long. Her head was actually starting to hurt now. But the reason wasn't because of thinking about her sister. In fact her head would hurt like this when she wakes up from having vision dreams. Hope blinked confused and suddenly heard the sound of cracking.
Hope's eyes widened as she turned around, the glass building she had fallen off of earlier was what was cracking. A thick line of cracks were going up the side of the building-- it was tilting over more. Hope pressed her back against the boy in a protective manner. She wasn't sure if he was noticing what she was considering he was deaf. Hope's eyes looked up to the cracking building that was so close to them. It was already tilting when Hope was hanging from it. Even from looking down from where she used to be-- she knew the building still had quite a ways to fall. This wouldn't of bothered her until she realized the building's tilting was continuing... at a faster pace.
If it fell all the way from where it was at then the glass would go everywhere-- they weren't safe. Hope bit her lip and looked around desperately. She wasn't going to wait for something she knew was already going to happen. Her eyes fell on the boy's bike-- could they ride out of here before the building fell? No... they wouldn't make it. Hope held onto the boy's hand and continued to look around. The only thing they could attempt to make right now is taking cover in the only stone building that was quite a ways away. Hope glanced at the falling glass building and frowned-- it was falling faster... they might not make it.
She tugged on his hand and pulled him with her as she ran for the stone building. The more she looked at it the further away it seemed to be. Hope's heart started to beat faster as she looked over her shoulder-- probably being the worse thing she could do in this situation-- and started running faster. The building was falling completely now, they weren't going to make it to the building. Hope pulled the boy over to a truck and threw him to the ground. Just as she did so the building collapsed onto the ground-- causing the ground to shake. Hope fell over, almost on top of the boy and quickly moved over him so that his face would be protected and so would her's. Glass shards started to fall everywhere, some of them nicking Hope's bare skin on her back, legs, and arms-- some of them getting on the boy as well.
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Post by TARRAN SEREN EDWARDS on Jul 29, 2010 0:13:04 GMT -8
The welcoming grin stayed spread out on his lips as he watched the girl considering his offer for a ride. But the small hope for some kind of company (even if he couldn’t hear her) managed to fade away quickly. She had shaken her head at him and he could see clearly that she was telling him no in the language that he knew. His smile managed to slowly twitch into a bit of a frown but he forced it back up and just gave the girl a swift nod, moving his eyes back up to meet her own. At this point she was making her way back over to his hand to help him further understand what her reasoning behind her answer was. He let her take his hand once again and put all of his concentration back on the feeling on his palm.
He could feel each line and curve that she made and his brain worked quickly and carefully to put it all together as words. When she had finished he had to still stand there looking down at his palm in silence for a few moments. It wasn’t always really that easy putting things together that were being written out on your hand. It was invisible to the eye after all.
Finally the young man lifted his eyes back up towards hers, thinking that he finally managed to piece together her words. He offered her another soft smile. Now it was his turn to try and communicate with her and he again had to find himself hoping that he had understood what she had told him. He already knew the answer that he was going to give her if he had understood her right. He was still going to ask her to come with him. Why? Because she had nowhere to go and she was searching, so why not get a free ride to another place to look around right? And he couldn’t just leave her out here in the middle of nowhere. She had already managed to be in a bad situation while he was around and he wasn’t going to risk leaving her to it again. The least he could do was give her a ride out of here.
The opportunity to give her an answer though was tossed out the window. She had turned away from him, a feeling of surprise fluttered in his gut as he followed the direction she was looking in. When his eyes looked up toward the building he did not really notice anything at first but then he saw the dark cracks starting to split through it, some bits spitting out as the pressure collapsed against them. That was when Tarran really started to feel his stomach turn nervously and when he felt her press her back up against him.
As soon as the tilted structure started to further tilt Tarran instantly begin to think. His eyes watched the glass, staring at reflections in it, looking around to see where it would fall and how it would fall, and if it could damage them at all. He knew they needed cover but it seemed to the girl had found it faster. He didn’t really see what she was headed for at first and only let her tug him along because he was still trying to figure out why she was going that way. When it finally managed to dawn on him he started to pull his fingers away from his grasp to go back for his bike. If he could jump on it then they could probably make it to the other buildings for shelter. But she was still pulling and she had gotten him too far to turn back now. So Tarran finally went in the same direction as she, putting more effort into running that way.
The entire time he could not help but look over his shoulder. When you couldn’t hear anything sight was being used quite a bit. He wanted to know what was happening and if he was doing the right thing. But, perhaps, he should have paid more attention to looking ahead.
Before he knew it he was being thrown to the ground (this wasn’t a hard task when you were running as fast as you could and looking over your shoulder). He managed to catch himself on his elbows but it wasn’t long before another weight hit him and his face was close to being smashed into the ground. Then there was a moment of emptiness. It was quickly followed by a feel of sharp, fading pains against his arms. His eyes instantly shot upward and he lifted himself, rolling to one side so that the girl could slide off of him. When he realized what was going on though he immediately covered his face and backed up toward her, turning to face her and then swiftly gathered her up in what seemed like a giant bear hug. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and face and he closed his eyes a moment, waiting just for a moment, relying on his nerves to tell him when to look back again.
After a moment, Tarran looked back, his motions suddenly very quickly and fluid. His heart was beating rapidly but he tried to hide it behind some calm and collectiveness. When he looked back the ground seemed to be littered in a sea of glittering glass and a cloud of thick dust and debris was rushing by them. He had to squint his eyes against all of it.
Tarran’s hands took hold of the mask that was hanging at his chin and he quickly pulled it away form his own face. Then he turned back toward the girl and snapped it around her ears, placing it over her mouth. The young man then got to his feet and ran back toward the direction of his bike. He wasn’t completely sure how it was and could only see that it was covered in glass. So he simply placed his hands on the handle bars and rolled it back over in her direction. Then he put his hand out toward her.
“Let’s go.”
TAGS!? hope - nims
WORDS!? 1029
NOTES!? sorry for that wait xP
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Post by cuddlecookie on Aug 1, 2010 18:55:55 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HE ONLY COMES TO ME IN MY DREAMS so sleep becomes addicting - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Let's go,"
Hope stared at the boys outstreched hand. Her jade colored eyes focused on his face, only slightly wondering if getting on the back of this bike with him would be safe. Then again, after what just happened here why would she think being with him was dangerous? Hope gave him a shy smile and took his hand, kissing his palm as if giving him her trust. It was also her way of thanking him too-- for saving her life and all, it was something she still kept in mind. So Hope gave him a nod and sat herself on his bike, letting her arms wrap around him tightly. This was mostly because she was scared, this being her first time on a motorbike. On the other hand being so close to him gave her a sense of... trainquility? She wasn't sure what she felt but she knew she felt very safe around him.
The two rode off into the emptiness that was this city, following the road through the hills. Hope had rested her head on the boy's back, watching the scenes that passed her. It was mostly empty, just destroied city after another. Hope wondered if it would be smart for her to back track to these places when she realized... who would reside in an abandoned city? Certianly not her sister. Her sister would want to go somewhere where there were people... lots of people. Hope frowned to herself as she stared at these ruined cities the two passed. She had wasted her time looking at every city she passed so far. Now Natasha could be anywhere, how would she find her now? Hope closed her eyes, her stomach fluttering like she might throw up.
She was alone now...? For how long?
When Hope finally allowed herself to open her eyes the bike had taken a stop in a pretty crowed city. Everything seemed very poor and in poverty just like the city she had met Kaleb in but still there were people and some attempt at rebuilding what was here. Hope pulled away from the boy and smiled a bit, getting off the bike and looking around. First thing was first though. They needed a better way of comunicating than her writing on his hand. She grabbed his hand and kissed it again, trying to get his attention and gave him the "one minute" sign he had flashed her only moments ago. She gave him a smile and rushed off to one of the stands where a woman stod with various items.
"Scuzã-mã?" Hope's bell toned voice rang sweetly, "o notã de carte ºi un creion, vã rugãm sã?" The woman looked at Hope weird as if she didn't understand. Hope bit her lip in thought and frowned slightly, "Umm... Notebook si un... pen?" The woman smiled and nodded, giving Hope what she asked for. Hope gave the woman the remainder of money in her pockets before hurrying back to the boy. She smiled happily to him, showing him the little red palm sized notebook and the pen she bought. Hope opened it and started writing something before she showed it to him.
My name is Hope Belski, I think it's about time I know your name now?
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