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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 16:03:15 GMT -5
Shane was instantly interested. He looked to her with wider eyes and the frown disappearing into a more intrigued kind of style. "You remembered something? And that's what shook you up so badly?" he asked then moved to get off the couch the way he was, but instead he ended up falling off in his attempt and doing a somersault on the floor before sitting up correctly. Simply brushing that silliness off, he scooted closer so he came to sit beside her, looking down at her with interest. "You should tell me what you remember. If it freaked you out so badly then it's a good idea to get it off your chest," he told her, hoping that sounded right. It was like some type of therapy, and he definitely had to know what she remembered.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 22, 2017 22:48:31 GMT -5
Phallon watched him as he tumbled off the couch, ducking her head a bit to keep from being hit by his legs. Shane was being uncharacteristically silly at the moment. Why that was, she didn't know. To lighten the mood of what they went through? Probably. No matter the reason, it helped keep her from falling into the nauseating horror as she explained her memory.
"It was from when I was younger, maybe twelve," she started slowly. The words felt thick and heavy, as if they didn't want to be spoken. But she spoke them anyway. "I was with my family in either a motel or cheap apartment. The space was small. I-I don't know what we had been doing before, but there was a gun shot. My mother screamed..." Her arms tightened around herself. "The next thing I know, I'm kneeling beside my father who was staring at the ceiling with a hole in his head. T-there was so much blood..."
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 23:06:00 GMT -5
Shane listened intently as she regaled him with the memory. As she spoke, it was easily noticed how hard the words were actually flowing from her mouth. He knew why, too. No one really wanted to speak of the death of a loved one, especially a parent. But he was glad she did, because it really confirmed the suspicion he'd had from the first few days of knowing her; her memories were coming back, all of them. In his mind, it was only a matter of time before she remembered her life of crime and then being taken in by the Organization in a not-so-friendly manner.
But for now, he blocked all those kinds of thoughts and instead finally offered his arm for comfort again by placing it around her shoulders. He pulled her close to him so she was against his body and spoke with a sincere tone. "I'm so sorry that happened." He'd feel bad for just about anyone who had gone through such a situation at a young age like that. But he honestly cared about Phallon - more than he'd admit - and he did want to offer comfort and show her support. "Is there any more you think needs to be mentioned? I'm here for you. His tone stayed soft and sincere.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 23:25:56 GMT -5
"That's understandable. Don't try to force yourself to remember anything, okay?" The man turned his head slightly to look at her while she had her head on his shoulder. Despite the dark subject and the fact that he was really conflicted inside on whether or not to turn this information in, Shane couldn't help but feel a warmth inside when she laid her head on his shoulder and was so close to him. He wanted so badly to hug her right now and just hold her close, to fight off all those bad feelings in her mind like the men who tried to hurt her. He wanted to not only be her comfort, but that person she could go to for any and all problems. And yet, all he could do was be about 10% of that, just a shoulder to lean on for now. He couldn't break away from the rules of his work, and he had to push his feelings aside no matter how much it hurt him. His job came with many prices, and being alone all the time was simply one of them. With no family and no friends he could actually see on a regular basis, not even pets or plants, he had to be strong and deal with it. He had to resist being there for Phallon like he wanted to be. So, he simply kept his arm around her and let her lie her head on his shoulder but spoke no other words nor made any other movements to offer further comfort, no matter how much he wanted to. The guardian simply couldn't.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 22, 2017 23:50:52 GMT -5
Shane was visibly put off by the question, just not expecting that to be asked at this time. He looked down at her again and blinked once, his mind for once not coming up with an excuse in an instant. Was it maybe because of their positioning together right now and that warm feeling in his chest?
He had to take a moment to actually think up an answer, then he simply said, "Because I wanted to make sure you're okay." So it wasn't the best thing his mind could have come up with, but it was pretty mcuh true, at least. He did want to make sure she's sokay, he just left out the part that it was his actual job. But, unlike other answers he could given, this one was a lot less explanatory and/or professional.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 23, 2017 0:07:38 GMT -5
"No..." Shane had to look away now. He couldn't lie to her about this, but he couldn't exactly tell her that he may or may not have feelings for her. Well, he thought he might, but even if he did he couldn't act on them at all and had deny their existence. But if he liked her as only a friend then it would be fine, right? He looked back to her and shrugged with his other shoulder. "I care about you, and you're the only friend I've got really. But do you want me to leave or something?" He could leave, although he'd have to resort to stalking her instead of just being a roommate and friend in that scenario, to keep performing his actual job.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 24, 2017 0:22:59 GMT -5
Shane shook his head in response then at her thanks. "No, there's no need to thank me. It's my job," he said then instantly realized he'd actually slipped up. Hoping she thought nothing of it, he added quickly, "I couldn't stay with you without protecting you from creeps." That's should be good enough that she didn't ask any questions. But he did feel bad that she was so shaken and now even a bit doubtful perhaps. The man gazed her for a moment before an impulse that momentarily broke free of his conscious control made him lean forward and plant a small kiss on her cheek. It just felt so right to do it, and it wasn't until after the action had been completed that he realized what had happened. He blinked and then sat up and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I did that." He did NOT want the same awkward situation to come about as when she kissed him. Hopefully, she handled being kissed a lot better than he did.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 24, 2017 10:02:24 GMT -5
His job? Phallon tilted her head slightly at the odd response, but his next statement cleared away any suspicion. He meant his job as a man, protecting her and what not. It made sense to her. Opening her mouth, she was preparing to justify the reason for her gratitude, but the words vanished the moment he had kissed her cheek. The woman's freckled face turned pink, her heart freaking out. Had this not been what she had been waiting for? Some sign that showed Shane cared more than he was letting on? "It's fine," she murmured. And to prove that she meant her words, she placed her head back onto his shoulder. They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the day, so she saw no point in making an awkward escape. What would she do then? Hide in the bedroom? Sit at the kitchen table doing nothing? No, just for a moment longer, Phallon didn't want to move.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 0:53:38 GMT -5
Poor Shane was now torn. He was relieved that she didn't find this too awkward and wasn't upset by his kiss, bu at the the same time he was mentally scolding himself for doing such a thing. You can't like her! She's part of a job and nothing else! Even if you do like her, there's no chance. Your job won't allow it, and you can't just quit. Get a grip, man! He frowned now slightly but didn't bring up any of his struggles. "Do you want some tea or something to help you relax?" he offered, trying to get his own mind off things. "I can make you some."
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 13:23:31 GMT -5
Shane gladly got up and went to the kitchen to go and make that tea. "Yeah, we should have one or two left," he answered. Reaching to one of the cabinets, he he opened it up and then pulled out some cookies from it on a plate with plastic wrap covering it. "Yeah, we got two left." He set the plate down and then started making the tea, putting water from the sink into a coffee mug and then sticking it in the microwave for a couple minutes to warm it up. As it warmed up, the man grabbed a tea bag from a small box they had and then just waited.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 14:42:09 GMT -5
"Then we will grab some ingredients tomorrow after work. Thankfully, we have the employee discount too," Shane responded as he took the mug of hot water out of the microwave. he then put the tea bag in it. A couple minutes later, he began to stir it and then took the bag out before throwing it out. Next, sugar was added to the brew and stirred once more. Once it was ready, he brought the steaming cup and small plate of covered cookies over to the couch. "Okay, tea and cookies, and cartoons on TV." SpongeBob was still playing in the background. The man took his seat and handed her the mug then set the plate in his own lap, taking the plastic wrap off and then picking up a cookie. "Can I have one, or did you want them both?"
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 15:39:53 GMT -5
Shane rolled his eyes in a playful way at her then took a bite of his cookie. "Thanks, you're so kind," he teased slightly after swallowing his first bite. His gaze went to the TV and the cartoon that was currently playing. "Is the tea good? If it needs more sugar then I can put some more in it for you." He furthered his offer by sliding more towards the edge of the couch, ready to get up if need be.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 17:02:44 GMT -5
"Alright. You're welcome," Shane said and scooted back into the couch to sit comfortably while he finished his cookie. (I've got no idea what else to put, so you wanna skip to night time?)
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 17:19:19 GMT -5
Eh, go straight to the awesomeness that shall be her nightmare XD)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 25, 2017 18:35:54 GMT -5
(Alright then. I'll apologize now if it's lamer than what you expected. XD)
The rest of the day had been fairly good. It was safe to say that the two companions wasted away the day by watching cartoons and playing Would You Rather (a much safer choice than Truth or Dare in Phallon's mind) with a light side of playful banter. While boredom was pressing in on them on all sides, somehow they managed to get through the day without irritating each other. Or maybe it was just the fact that no one really wanted to leave the other alone to find something more interesting to do. After dinner, Phallon went to bed. There was no reason to try and argue about who got the bed. She didn't feel like staying in the living room where anyone could see her through the window. This once, she would be selfish about sleeping arrangements.
She hadn't expected that she would have pleasant dreams, not after the kind of day she had had. As soon as she was able to sleep off into slumber, the woman began to dream. At first, it started off like any normal dream. A weird tangle of memories from both past and present, familiar streets of the horrible city they were in blurred into streets of what had to be the town she was from. Voices and faces of those she had meet competed with faces of the past. If anyone would have asked her to give an account for the first portion of her dreams, she would have been unable to do so. It was always the second part of her dreams she remembered, the parts that formed vivid reenactments of herself in different scenarios. On good nights, everything would be completely made up (and possibly of Shane. She would never admit for fear of the teasing that would ensue). On bad nights, she would know that it was a memory she was reliving. Tonight was a bad night.
There was always something that was made up by her mind. That was a given. It was a dream, after all, and there was nothing she could do about it. That didn't mean it didn't have the same impact. Phallon dreamed she was walking down the streets, the buildings she had become familiar with every night. She was jogging, weaving her way among the crowds in search of Shane. She had lost sight of the man as they took their morning run. Why had he gone on before her? Her eyes scanned the people around her, but there was no sign of the man. She was just about to call out to him when there was a sharp pain on the back of her shoulder. She let out a startled yelp and tried to reach for whatever had hit her. Even before she could see it, she knew what it was: A dart. Everything immediately started to distort, as dreams did whenever you were in any kind of urgent situation. She tried to run, but she felt as if she was trudging through quicksand. Her eyes felt extremely heavy, and it was everything she could do to keep them open. The people were gone, no one was there to help her. She opened her mouth to yell, yet her words abandoned her. There was someone chasing her. That much she knew. How far away that person was, she didn't know. Just run. That's what you always do. Just out run danger and you'll be fine. The next thing she knew, someone had her by the arms. Forcing her eyes opened, she was face to face with a man she had never seen before, yet the fear she felt was too real to have been imagined. Phallon struggled to get free, tried to kick and punch. Nothing worked. The man just laughed and dragged her over to a van parked inside an alley. "Don't take this personally. It's just business," the man spoke. She heard her name being shouted. Shane. Her attempts to free herself renewed as she was thrown none too gently into the van, now somehow with wrists tied. She was tired, her eyes nearly refusing to open. With the last of her strength, she forced herself to cry out to Shane. As soon as she did, a gun shot rang through the alley. Her eyes suddenly regained their ability to stay open, and she was meet with the bloody scene of the alley. Yet it was not the criminal lying dead. Nor was it her father's green eyes that stared back at her with their lifelessness. It was Shane's blue eyes that she found, incredibly bright among the pool of red. She screamed his name...
And kept screaming until she work from sleep. Bolting upright, heart racing 90 miles a minute, Phallon stared in terror around her. She was in her bedroom. The lights were out, the TV off. Everything was silent, making her doubt if she had even screamed to begin with. It should have brought her comfort, but it only made her more scared. Shane. Quickly, she kicked off the blankets around her and scrambled to the door. It was strange to try and run when you were trembling. But she stumbled through the dark. She had to make sure he was alive. That was the only thing she could do to make sure she wasn't still dreaming.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 19:27:26 GMT -5
Holy wall of text! I gotta give you props right now for typing all that out, and I also have to apologize because mine won't be nearly as long)
Tired form the day of excitement and then sudden laziness, it wasn't hard for Shane to fall asleep, even on the couch and in his odd position, though it still was way better than other ways he'd slept in other places. Like Phallon, and most people, he dreamt as well. Although, his dreams were usually a lot more whimsical or just odd, all fabricated from his imagination. This night, the man was dreaming of the world of SpongeBob, probably because that's all they had really watched all day as it had marathoned. He was simply in the underwater world and walking about. nothing special had been going on when he suddenly heard screaming. But it wasn't just any screaming, it was Phallon's cries he heard in the real world.
With a start, the man was jolted from his dreams and plunged into darkness. He heard her scream again before it abruptly stopped. On instinct, he thought she was in danger, so the first thing he did was pulled the knife out from between the couch cushions where he'd stashed it, a butterfly knife actually. With a skillful hand, he opened it so the blade revealed itself and shone in the very low light of the room. Quickly and with his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, he jumped up in only sweatpants and headed for Phallon's door. He wasn't sure what danger there would be, but he was ready for anything. If another person had made their way into the room then he would attack them with little to no mercy. He was ready for anything as the shaded outline of the door grew closer and steadily clearer. but before he could open the door, knife tightly clutched in his hand, it swung open. And there was Phallon, looking terrified in the dark but unharmed, from what he could tell.
The first thing he did upon seeing her was grab her by the waist, his arm wrapped around her and pull her close just like he'd done in the alley. With the thought of an intruder on his mind and no other danger such as fire, since there was no light or smell of smoke, he held her protectively against him with the knife in his other hand. "What's wrong? Someone in here?" he demanded as his eyes scanned the dark room, the messy covers to indicate her fast exit of the bed catching his gaze. He was so ready to find somebody else in the bedroom and make them regret it.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 25, 2017 20:01:36 GMT -5
(Haha, as I was writing it, it didn't feel like I was writing a lot. And don't worry about it. I wrote a lot because I of the dream. My next few replies aren't going to be near as long.)
Phallon stopped short when she opened the door, a silhouette standing in the dark. Still stunned from her dreams, it took her a moment to realize that it was Shane and not an intruder. "Tá tú sábháilte," she muttered as he pulled her to him. Her arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly. You're safe. It was the first thought her brain created. Everything was fine. Shane was fine. Then why was she still shaking?
When she finally registered his tense posture and his questions, she shook her head. "N-no, no one is in there," she replied. Now, amidst the fear that was slowly fading, was embarrassment. For the second time that day, the woman had broken down in front of Shane. The first time had a perfectly good reason. But this time? All she had was a nightmare. A horrible, gut twisting nightmare, but was that enough to be screaming in the middle of the night? She closed her eyes, hiding her face in his chest in her efforts to fight off the tears. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't be that pathetic.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 20:21:20 GMT -5
I get that, but dang that is impressive, lol)
Suddenly, all the hostility and tension was eased at the answer Phallon gave. With his eyes now well adjusted tot he darkness, he looked down at her, her face in his chest. Now, both confusion and concern gripped his mind. Why had she screamed if no one was in the room? If there was no threat, then why scream like there was? He knew there had to be something wrong. No one screamed like that for no reason. It had had real fear in it. fear of what, he did not know, but he wanted to find out.
Not yet putting away his knife in case of there still being a threat, the man held her with his other arm. He noticed now just how tightly Phallon had been holding him, too. Much more gently than his demanding tone before, he inquired, "What's wrong then? Why did you scream?" Clearly, she was shaken up by something. A nightmare just never really crossed his mind.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 25, 2017 20:35:00 GMT -5
(Thank you. *bows* XD)
Phallon took in a deep breath, hoping to stop any cracking in her voice before she spoke. "You're going to laugh at me," she muttered. Her tone indicating that she fully expected him to, or at least tease her about it. "It was just a nightmare." Shane was no stranger to her dreams. The really weird ones would be mentioned to him in the morning, while others she kept to herself. Most of the time, bad dreams were hardly ever mentioned unless they involved some tidbit of memories she found interesting. None of them compared to this one. "We were jogging, and I couldn't find you. Someone shot me with a dart and tossed me into a van. When you finally showed up, you..." Her arms tightened around him a bit more. Even to herself, she sounded like a child. She could only imagine how he must be seeing her as. There was no way to fully convey what had happened in her mind to him. If she could, there was still no guarantee that it would justify her reaction to it. Yet she didn't step away from him, almost as if afraid she wake up to him lying in a pool of blood.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Jun 25, 2017 21:28:39 GMT -5
Lol. Sorry I'm quite poofy, too. I'm also listening to the newest Nickelback album and playing Minecraft XD)
Shane listened quietly, furrowing his brows slightly as she went on about her nightmare. There was no doubt it was a bit of memory form when the Organization took her against her will. Yes, it was to give her a better life and start it all over, but at the same time it was bad. She shouldn't be remembering these things. They were obviously traumatic, too, which made it even worse. But what about him? He hadn't been there when they took her. even if he had been, he clearly wasn't the bad guy in her mind still by the way she was clinging to him. It was almost as if she was afraid to let go, like she might lose him or something.
Relaxing more, the man closed the knife with one hand and shoved it in his sweatpants pocket then looked down to Phallon again. He couldn't help but feel bad for her, having a nightmare so bad it reduced her to this and having to relive the horrors of when she was apprehended. It would take a toll on anyone's mind. He knew that better than most. With his hand now free of the knife, he brought it down to rest on her back and join the other arm as he hugged her now. "Do you want me to stay in here with you for the rest of the night?" he asked quietly, thinking that he only wanted her to relax and feel comfortable.
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