Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
Posts: 44
(5/29/04 8:12 am)
Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
There had been a young nurse watching Angela, well.. 'watching', painting her nails.. running screaming as a large spider that just so happened to be Fear was crawling over the desk towards her, it wasn’t important to Angela. Since Fear had shifted his wraith-like gaseous form into a larger then normal spider, the young nurse who was petrified of the creatures darted off in a panic to get someone to help her. She was in Beasts office at his desk so she thought she had safely locked it into his room and it wasn't a threat to Angela who was the only one in the med lab.
All the empath knew was that she was in a strange place, and she didn't know the nurse, she didn't like hospitals, and more then anything, she hated being somewhere she wasn't even sure where, or what, it was. It hurt almost unbearably to move, her bandaged arm was in a sling so that she wasn't moving it about too much and gave time for her shoulder and the side of her chest to heal from the gunshot. It wasn't best for her to be moving about, she ought to be resting and sleeping off the drugs she had been given recently in order to subdue the pain. Fear reverted back to his usual ghost-like form and drifted after Angela who was slowly making her way down the hall. The floor felt as if it was moving beneath her, she was so tired and weak, as if all the sleep had done little to energize her drained body.
It was probably around nine in the morning, so it's no as if she wasn't in better condition then the night before, she had a few decent hours of rest and recovery, but still, she ought to be in the lab for another day or two at least. And if not there, then at least in a bed somewhere so that she wasn't stressing her injury any further.
Only having made it to the end of the hall, the brown haired girl slumped down on a set of stairs that lead up towards the next floor. It was stupid, how was she going to find her way out of here? How was she going to get home? She wanted her computer, she wanted her coat and her proper clothes, she stood out like a sore thumb in this pale blue patient shirt and awful matching trousers.
'People will probably think I've escaped from a 'Special care' facility.'
She thought half annoyed and half trying to amuse herself, her mother thought she was insane, well, not loony, but she always said there was something wrong with her.. and that was BEFORE Angela had a ghost hovering about protecting her! It was because she'd not tolerate being hurt, sure her brothers got to an age were they could defend themselves and her mother didn't dare hit them since they were both taller and stronger then her. But even when Angela was small, she just didn't handle the abuse to such extremes that she'd fight back, and she wouldn't care how loud or how hysterical she had to get, as long as it stopped her from getting hurt.
When Angela screamed, her mother said it was like they were poking hot knives into her, torturing her somehow, a painful, agonizing scream that cried out from the very depths of a tormented and helpless soul. Well.. maybe that's what she was, didn't her mother ever think about that? Maybe getting abused was hurtful, maybe when she did scream she was finally letting out all the pain that seemed to wash over her, all the horrible things that she appeared to either forget or ignore, maybe that one moment she breaks, maybe that's when she lets it all out.. maybe that's her cry for attention.. for real help. Maybe that's her way of telling the world she's hurting and she needs someone to help her, to hold her and for once in her life to just sit there and let her be comforted with the fact that she can be held for as long as she needs it without someone running off a minute later because they're 'busy' or were in the middle of doing something or about to watch something or go somewhere..
For a moment Angela sat there thinking, people had tried to help her though, hadn't they? She had spent almost her entire life, since year 3 in primary school, talking and talking with Victoria, her councilor. But what good had it done her? Then she moved to High School.. can you believe that Victoria actually still came to see her there? Her entire time, right up until she left, dropped out more accurately, but she had her reasons, what with her father and all.
All that time and what had it done for her? Nothing. Pure and simple, she still felt as messed up and miserable, lonely and out of place as she had the first time she entered her new Primary school in year 3, having moved a few times before then meant she had various schools, one for year two, another for Kindergarten and year one, and another Kindergarten for the first school she had even enrolled in. Her father took her traveling most of the year so her mother made her repeat the class when she returned the following year.
Once her mother took her to a special shrink, told him she has trouble understanding the massage of time, were as, most 'normal' people would simply say that Angela had a horrible memory, or lack of care towards dates, but no, her mother makes it out to be some mental inability to register the flow of time. Now, Angela was sitting in the room with this guy when her mother said that, and Angela replied instantly with various dates that she knew off by heart to prove she most certainly did not damn well have timeline issues!! Her father got sick at 1pm, Thursday, September 2016, it was school holidays. Mothers day, same year, 2016, got her mother a flour shifter, the current day was Friday, her father used to pick her up for the weekends on Fridays and drop her of on Sundays, the date during that meeting with the shrink was July 27. Without looking at her watch Angela stated;
'And since I figure I've been babbling on here trying to convince you that I know the passage of time, I'd say about ten minutes has passed since I last looked at my watch, making it 2:35-ish pm. Which means there's 6 hours till my favorite show starts, with a two hour drive, a one and a half hour shopping trip, another thirty minutes drive to our home, another thirty minutes unpacking and such.. an Hour to eat and settle down, that gives us another thirty minutes before I will start to panic.'
Her mother had stared at her as if she had been speaking in a foreign tongue, well what did she expect, Angela may be the quiet type but when her sanity is insulted like that she was willing to stand up and be noticed.
'And I would like to add, being top 1% in the Science exams in the state of Victoria in year six tends to mean I must have learned a little about time in order to pass some of those questions. Now, if I've proven to understand the passage of time, please, stop me now, otherwise I will tell you my next week's routine, most of which evolves around Internet and TV...'
She had flashed such a sweet little smile, needless to say, the man had eyed her mother who had been going on as if Angela was possessed by a demon of some kind, and that was the last she ever saw of him and that place! Just goes to show you when Angela is interested in something she pays it more attention, but isn't that how it is with everyone? So she forgets dates, and she's horrible with time, that doesn't mean she's mentally sick.. it mean's she's too lazy to be bothered to look at a calendar or check the time!
There are times she thinks.. 'Maybe there is something wrong with me?'.. not because she's a mutant, but because her mother would look at her in this awful way, as if there was a mixture of bother disbelief, anger and disgust, and then she'd say 'There is something definitely wrong with you' in this calm yet cruel tone of voice. So Angela fought back when she had hands raised in a threatening manner, who wants to get slapped about and beaten down?
"Not me," She replied to her thoughts stubbornly as her hand stroked Fear who was nestled comfortably on her lap, her shoulder burned and she wasn't sure now that she sat down if she was able to stand again. "But maybe she's right though.. maybe I am dangerous.." The crimson orbs stared up at her from Fear's gaseous form; the man hadn't pulled out his gun until Angela allowed Fear to spook him. Taylor was guilty about it when she was the one that made everything so much worse. Her body leaned against the wall as she closed her eyes, the tips of her fingers continuing to stroke over Fear's form.
TBC: Anyone?
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
'Nothing like an exploration to wake up...' The feral mutant thought silently as she paused, shaking herself. Yesterday, she hadn't really taken the time to truly explore this strange building, so she was determined to manage it today. As she shook herself, golden fur waved before settling back into place upon the golden retriever's body. Although she only knew a handful of people here, she had never seen a problem with wandering round places in morph, so why start worrying in a place that appears to be full of mutants anyway? And canines were better explorers than cats anyway. Although their sense of smell wasn't greatly improved from the felines, they had less problem focusing on something that the more skittish cats she loved.
Stretching the long canine frame, she set of at a steady trot, working her way round the halls with muzzle to the ground. Since she already had a idea of where the dining room and front room where in relation to her new room, she had decided to explore the other areas of the mansion instead. Flag like tail waved high in the air as the simple joy of the retriever flooded her mind, as ever asking why they needed to focus on such a boring task when they could be running round outside, only agreeing to remain focused on the promise of a run at some point. That was one of the problems Racheal could have easily tired of if she didn't have a natural love for all animals. During a morph, the natural instincts of the animal always emerged, sometimes with such strength that it seemed to have a mind of it's own.
Perhaps the reason the golden retriever's instincts seemed so strong today was the lack of sleep. After getting back from the club, she had left the others to take the girl to the medical bay, making a swift but much needed trip to the dining hall. Used to having a lack of food, she had gone without anything to eat since breakfast, but with everything that happened, it wasn't surprising that she felt hunger creep up earlier than normal. But a couple of pieces of fruit settled that. At least she didn't have to steal anything to eat. It made a pleasant change.
Having discovered her new room, it had taken her all but five seconds to move her belongings from one room to the next, and she had fallen asleep as soon as she had laid down, a simple gladness for the bed overwhelming her. But it had only been an hour before that peaceful moment had passed, and she had awoken, half-morphed, from another of her nightmares, and although it had quickly passed, the comfort offered from the bed no longer seemed quite as inviting and she had spent the majority of the night tossing and turning in an attempt to feel more natural. She had given up at 6am, and had already scavenged breakfast before starting off on her exploration, in an attempt to wake up and calm herself.
Which was how the the golden retriever came to be trotting round the floor above Angela, her claws, like that of many domestic dogs, slightly too long, making a gentle but obvious tapping noise as she made her way towards the stairs. She caught the scent of the girl long before seeing her, ears alerted to her words. The morphed Feral's head tilted slightly, her pace slowing. She had hoped not to run into anyone else today, praying for a peaceful morning. The small cross which hung round her ever present necklace was half hidden against her coat as she reached the top of the stairs.
Deep brown eyes were thoughtful, and perhaps she would have recognised the girl from the night before if the dog's eyes were able to focus better. Unfortunately, though, canine's rely strongly on their sense of smell and hardly use their eyes for examining anything. So it was that Racheal didn't really recognise the girl, though a thoughtful whine broke unthinking from the canine's maw. Something didn't seem right, and it wasn't the girl's not-so-flattering outfit that had given her the clue.
Torn between going down to see if she could help and just steering clear, the retriever's tail tapped against the floor as she sat down in her confusement. A commonly used more, the dog was almost perfect, except for a couple of tiger-like black stripes on her tail. As she couldn't make her mind up, being at that moment instinct vs. human, she had decided to go half way and simply keep watch for now, hoping not to be seen, forgetting her earlier whine.
Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
Posts: 45
(6/2/04 6:01 pm)
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
There was a noise behind Angela, she had once possessed two dogs, though one was given to her mothers befriend, the younger one was hers until her mother gave it to Tom when Angela run away from home, something that angered the young mutant to no extent. The noise sounded like a dogs, she was a very good animal person, even if she didn't know a whole lot about them, she tended to get on well with creatures.
Opening her eyes, staring at the wall ahead of her for a moment, a scattering of windows lighting up the building, it felt strange, wasn't anyone going to come back and give her the things they took away from her? Maybe they realized she had no money and so they kept her computer and clothes! Ok.. the computer she could understand, but her clothes were bloodied, she groaned slightly at the thought, she didn't own many things, that was her only winter coat, she didn't know they were taken to be cleaned and repaired.
Turning around slightly, only letting her head glance over her shoulders since it hurt too much to twist her body, the sight of the dog surprised her, she didn't think that hospitals had allowed pets. Well, maybe it wasn't a hospital, but it had a really good hospital room, and she hadn't really been told of what this place was.
"Hey.. I don't suppose you're carrying a nice set of clothes on you?" She asked teasingly to the Dog, not really used to the idea of mutants, and besides, students at the school were allowed pets, so it was a mistake that any one, even older X-men, could have made. Just because she wasn't predijuce towards mutants didn't mean they wouldn't be able to unnerve her a little, really only the ones who didn't seem nice, it meant they might use their powers against others. She didn't really think about all the different powers they could have, the ones she knew online were really simple, or slightly deformed or different in appearence, like one who said she had purple eyes and had to wear special contacts so not to be teased.
"Didn't think so.. alright.. up we go, might as well find a way out of here before mum calls the police.. again." Her sarcastic words were directed towards Fear who was still on her lap, the scentless wraith-like illusion of her inner mind hovering now in front of her while she eased herself back up onto her feet. Once she had gone to Lara's party, and she had left the invitation on the fridge, and had even told her mother about it. When Angela got home, her mother had called the police thinking Angela had run off, honestly, the sad thing about it was that her mother HAD the invitation in front of her, and she had called all friends - most of which weren't home since they were at Lara's bowling party - except didn't bother calling the mobile number left under 'Cantact', it had the date and location and everything.. it was embarrasing for Angie to think how dense someone could be..
'Might be easier if the floor stopped moving..'
Angela thought rather irritably to herself, this was the single most pathetic escape attempt she's ever done, part of her didn't even want to leave, she wanted her things back damit, and she wanted to say thanks to Taylor before she left. She didn't really remember anything they had said last night, and his name was only remembered for the simple fact that she had associated it with 'Claire Taylor'.
The brown gaze of the wounded mutant shifted from one direction down the hall to another, her hand not in the sling reached up to place with her silver chained cross, the cross itself had stones lined inside it, the left side of the cross had a line of white glass/diamond stones, and the right side had blue ones, it had been the last present that her father had gotten her.
"Wait.." She sounded slightly upset as she realized something, looking rather confuse at Fear as she thought aloud, partially ignoring the dog since she had more imortant things on her mind, "Even if we get out of here, we don't know where 'here' is, we don't have money to get home, and we don't have our belongings.." There was a slight sigh, her hand returning to cradle her shoulder which felt absolutely awful.
'This just great Angie, first you get someone else shot, then you get shot, then you make someone think it was his fault for all the shootings, now you can't even figure out what to do next, mockery to your father's genes, that's you are!'
He was such a great scientist.. even if he was a little slack on some important fatherly duties, he loved her, and he made sure she knew that, so she didn't care about his short comings, he was everything to her, he was her hero, he was the one she wanted to impress, she wanted him to always be proud of her.. She couldn't even stay in school because she was either having too much trouble at home or he mother was moving places, or there was too much trouble at school because of her mutant abilities causing difficulties.. Not many people enjoyed a 'ghost' hovering around in plain sight, especially one called 'Fear'.
"Well, that puts a crimple in my escape plans now, doesn't it?" Her eyes turned up towards the dog, maybe someone was preparing to walk it? Maybe then someone was coming, maybe they could help her find some clothes and a way to get her things back so she can leave, even if she was supposed to stay in bed for another day at least. "I hope you have a nice owner nearby I can talk with.." Somehow, that seemed like a lucky shot, and recently Anglea has been anything but lucky, knowing her, the dog would probably belong to the guy who shot her!
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room"Hey.. I don't suppose you're carrying a nice set of clothes on you?" As she spoke, the words a slight muddle to the more canine side of her brain, though fortunately she kept her wits well enough to understand, the morphed mutant wondered to herself why she hadn't noticed the strange clothing of this one before, or more noticeably to the dog, the stench caused by anything medical. Without thinking, her tail swiped the floor at the fact she was being spoken to, as although the dog itself didn't understand the words, it knew it was being spoken to, and that was all that mattered. As if a separate entity, Racheal could almost sense the dog wondering if this human happened to have a ball with her, or maybe she could take her for a walk. Racheal sighed inwardly, she may have good control over her powers, but perfection was a long way off.
"Didn't think so.. alright.. up we go, might as well find a way out of here before mum calls the police.. again." As the Feral had no idea whether she could speak to another person other than her twin telepathically, she kept silent for now, not even trying. After all, she had spent her life hiding in her morphs, and acting as the creatures she became was normal for her now. Which was why she allowed a soft whine to escape from her throat as she saw Angela stand. This girl was clearly in pain, shouldn't she be resting? Although the canine agreed with Racheal, it also cautioned her, the keen instincts of the dog warning her that making a suggestion yet might not be such a good idea.
"Wait.." ... "Even if we get out of here, we don't know where 'here' is, we don't have money to get home, and we don't have our belongings.." Still having failed to recognise the girl, it took her a moment or two to realise that she more than just injured. Perhaps the idea that she must have been simply picked up injured and not been told much made her realise, or perhaps the canine had finally consented to attempt to focus it's eyes, but suddenly she managed to put two and two together. The golden retriever made a soft groan like sound in thought. No wonder it had caught the uncertainty of this mutant. It had been confusing enough when she knew where she was and had a vague idea of what to expect. But to know nothing? She shook her coat again at the thought, the canine's form of a shudder, before resting he kind, dark eyes back on Angela.
"Well, that puts a crimple in my escape plans now, doesn't it?" So that was what the girl was up to. Not that she could really blame her, after all, the feral hadn't been shot but had, at one point, considered leaving. And she was here out of choice. "I hope you have a nice owner nearby I can talk with.." Inwardly, she chuckled. One great thing about having this morph was that most people couldn't imagine such a naturally gentle breed to not have either someone looking out for them or to be nasty in anyway. It had made life on the streets a little easier in some ways.
Carefully, she made her way down the stairs, tail still wagging, though uncertain whether she should reveal herself, after all, the girl didn't really need a scare at the moment - and even she admitted that her morphing was exactly a pretty sight, other than pretty disturbing that is. She whined softly, catching the stronger scent of the medical bay down the corridor, she stepped towards it, before looking back at the girl with what could only be described as a whuffle - too muffled to be a bark. Tail wagging still, Racheal sighed. How could she possibly explain that it was better for her to stay here?
After a moment's thought, Racheal decided to try something, though she thought she had failed dismally, she successfully sent Angela a 'quiet' telepathic message, though her method meant it could easily be mistaken for normal speech. "No owner I'm afraid.." She said in a light hearted joke, ".. But maybe I can help. You should go back to the medical bay though" Adding the last sentence as an after thought, her tail never stopped wagging, her jaw held slightly slack as was typical in a relaxed retriever.
Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
Posts: 46
(6/4/04 9:11 pm)
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
ooc: Sorry the post is so ...bleh.. and short, but I've kept ya waiting for days and if I don't post now I might not beable to for another day or two!
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"No owner I'm afraid.." Angela's brown eyes drifted off slightly to the side, it sounded like such a friendly voice, it came from.. well.. she wasn't sure, it was like her words came from everywhere, as if all around her. ".. But maybe I can help. You should go back to the medical bay though" There was another moment were Angela just let her eyes wander back to the dog, then over towards the stairs for a moment, then over at Fear.
"...Ooook." There was a slight baffled, amused, shocked, confused, uneasy look about her, she ought to have been more comfortable with this.. she takes with a ghost all the time, what's so strange about a talking dog compared to that!? Well, it still creeped her a little, but at the same time it intrigued her, Angela gently placed her hand over her wounded shoulder before she started speaking.
"Um.. how long.. uh.." There was a pause, this was interesting, she was having a conversation with a dog.. "I mean do you know how long I have to be here? And.. where is here exactly?" There was a slightly assured part of herself that this place had something to do with mutants, she saw two obvious mutants, and Taylor spoke very highly of the safty this place gave to those within it. She just had to assume this creature.. this talking dog, was in fact another mutant, or a trick at least that a mutant was playing on her.
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery RoomOOC: Thats okay, I expect this would have been a rather short post anyway as I got home last night from Uni and am absolutely exhausted!
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As the girl looked round, Racheal wasn't really sure if she had been heard or not. After all, the drifting gaze could have been easily mistaken for a search for non-existent owner. Even so, her tail wagged slowly, in some hope that it just might have worked.
"...Ooook." Tilting her head, she wasn't sure if that meant she had been heard - and if so understood, of if Angela was simply unsure what to do next. What ever the reason, she seemed slightly uneasy with the situation. A soft muffle of wonder escaped her jaw, one paw lifted slightly, as if uncertain to move or not.
"Um.. how long.. uh.." Racheal didn't realise that a slight frown actually did show during the pause. How long for what? Already, the dog's brain had bored of the situation and had decided that although this human wasn't well, she also didn't have a ball. Perhaps if she was more comfortable round people with her powers she would have de-morphed. But as it was, she decided it was better not to even spark any more fear in her. A dog becoming human wasn't exactly an everyday sight for most people.
"I mean do you know how long I have to be here? And.. where is here exactly?" For a moment, the two questions seemed un-important, and the dog gave a sudden happy yelp, tail wagging rather furiously. For a few moments, she seemed like a normal, over-excited retriever, till she look a little excusing at her tail, before speaking abit more calmly than she wanted to. "You understood me! I didn't think.." The dog gave a soft, playful growl as she considered this for a moment, before remembering the questions.
"I don't really know how long. I've not had much experience with major injuries like that. But I would expect it would be best to at least rest till it's less painful and you've got more energy left. As if echoing her thought, she nodded slightly. The only thing she could relate this to was the scrapes she and her brother used to get into occasionally, and whenever they fell ill. Rest always seemed the best answer for anything. A good old sleep put plenty right, in her view.
"As for where this place is, I'm not sure if I can explain it that well... But we're not too far from that club we were at last night." Not used to really having to know much about places, or even their names, trying to decided how to explain to someone who couldn't take a 'as the crow flies' literally was rather awkward.
"Perhaps I could slightly explain what this place is better than where.. That was 'said' in more of an after thought that an attempt at an explanation, and as if she didn't mean to say any more, she whined softly, stepping towards the medical bay which scents continued to flood her nostrils. "But lets get you back to the medical bay. Please" She whined again with the whine. Racheal knew she could properly find some clothes for her if she preferred, and although she could have always gone to find someone else she could give some sort of attempt at help for now.
Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
Posts: 47
(6/9/04 8:07 am)
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
The dog seemed to bubble over with excitement after a moment, but there wasn't a responce, unless that was it.. Maybe the dog hadn't said anything, maybe Angela was just hearing things from being pumped with all those drugs.
"You understood me! I didn't think.." The dog didn't know that Angela would understand her? Oh god, what if that was Angela's mutant power, to hear animals thoughts, that would mean Fear is a real ghost and the powers she thought she might have had really were just borrowed powers from Fear. He probably sensed what she wanted him to do and used his powers accordingly.. Angela never felt so confused before.
"I don't really know how long. I've not had much experience with major injuries like that. But I would expect it would be best to at least rest till it's less painful and you've got more energy left." That made sense, but Angela was alone and she hated hospitals and she hated the thought of what her mother might say if Angela doesn't even call her to explain why she didn't stop by to visit like she promised.
"As for where this place is, I'm not sure if I can explain it that well... But we're not too far from that club we were at last night." The words went over in her mind, then images flowed through her thoughts, then she realized the dog said 'the club WE were at', which settled Angela's thoughts, this was a mutant, and nothing more, she did not see any dogs at the club, nor was she sure a dog even knew what a 'club' was!
"Perhaps I could slightly explain what this place is better than where.." Angela had an expectant look about her, she wanted to know what this 'safe' place Taylor was on about really was all about. But the dog didn't seem to intend on explaining it at all, maybe if the empathic mutant just waited a little longer.. "But lets get you back to the medical bay. Please" There was a blank blink for a moment before Angela slowly trailed after the female morpher, once inside the room she made her way back to the bed she had been assigned and rather sulkily climbed back in carefully, trying hard not to cause any more stress on her already painful shoulder.
No one seemed to be telling her where she was, maybe it was a secret, a special secret place that seemed filled with mutants, yellow ones, blue ones and ones that turn into doggies!
"Uh.. do.. I mean, what's your name?" Of course she had a name, everything had a name, Angela didn't want to appear rude so corrected herself and asked for the name instead of if she had one or not. Tugging the thing bed cover further over her chest, her movements had agrivated the wound and it was burning uncomfortably, she wished she was still asleep, then she wouldn't feel the pain at all.
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
She breathed a sigh of relief as the girl followed her to the medical bay. Watching her settle down, unaware of the confusion she had caused herself, she paused at the entrance, wondering if it was a good idea to actually enter. After all, she had only met a few people and even if they saw her at the moment, they might assume she was a stray, and she wasn't in the mood to get in trouble. So she sat down at the doorway, offering a gentle whine of sympathy as Angela pulled up the covers.
"Uh.. do.. I mean, what's your name?" She hadn't really thought it would be awkward for someone else to talk to a dog, even if it was a normal dog. But then, normal dogs didn't talk back. Previously, it had been instinct that had stopped her giving her name, but now she felt rude. This girl was obviously worried, and speaking to a stranger - even if they were a dog - couldn't really improve matters.
"My name is Racheal, though in morph my brother... Well, I tend to be called Feral" She had stumbled over the fact she had a brother, NATO something she wanted to forget, but the thought brought back all-to painful memories. So many what if's had plagued her after that day, but one always stayed, always caused her to blame herself. What if she had never called those people who claimed to help mutants? Watching the girl in silence for a moment, she decided finally to explain what she felt she could about this place.
"I can tell you a little bit about here, from what I've gathered from others. I've only been here a day though, so it's not much. This place seems to be a school for, primarily, mutants. If I remember rightly, it's like a normal school except they also teach people to control their powers.. their gifts." As she was yet to hear a mutant complain about their powers, she did not realise that many didn't feel the same as her. Her powers had kept her alive for over a decade, so she wasn't about to complain. She tilted her head slightly, trying to think of anything else she felt she could explain. The feral shook her head as the medical bay overpowered her sense of smell. Times like this reminded her all too well of the dog's main sense, and although useful it was why this was not her favorite morph by far.
"Other than that, and the fact that I believe things sometimes go rather.. wrong, I know little." The dog yawned as she spoke. For a canine to yawn would normally indicate stress, but in this case it was a human attribute, not only from her lack of sleep. Normally, Racheal would have slept during the day, waking up only to enter shops and 'acquire' what was needed. She avoided breaking in when she could, though it couldn't always be avoided. It did mean that she took the risk of being caught. But it was either that or die, so the decision was difficult. Infact, it was more difficult to decided where to draw the line at explaining this place. It was true that she knew a little more than that, though she wouldn't claim to fully understand yet, but what she had been told had been a secret, according to Connor, and she knew well enough how to keep her silence. She wouldn't let anyone doubt their trust in her.
"What's your name?" It was more than curiosity that made her ask, though it stemmed from there, but if it was needed, she couldn't exactly go around calling her the 'girl who was shot'. Asking the question brought back to mind her own response to a similar question, and perhaps that was what reminded her that this girl might still have a family to worry about her. She growled softly at her own thoughtlessness. "Do you have someone you need to contact.. is that why your worried?" She knew, of course, about phones. But how to use them, as simple as it was, was something that she still hadn't perfected. She had made only a few phone calls in her life, the last the fateful one which she believed ended her brother's existentance.
Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
Posts: 48
(6/9/04 7:01 pm)
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room"My name is Racheal, though in morph my brother... Well, I tend to be called Feral" It was weird hearing voices in her head, but at least she knew it was from a dog, which was really a mutant.. It peeked her interest that the girl had a brother, it reminded Angela of her two brothers, neither of which were even in the same country, they moved down to Australia and left her alone with her mother.
"I can tell you a little bit about here, from what I've gathered from others. I've only been here a day though, so it's not much. This place seems to be a school for, primarily, mutants. If I remember rightly, it's like a normal school except they also teach people to control their powers.. their gifts." Gifted? That was an odd way of descibing it, sh thought of her abilities as a gift, well, she was pretty sure they had something to do with Fear, and Fear was her best friend, and her protector, especially around her mother.
"Other than that, and the fact that I believe things sometimes go rather.. wrong, I know little." But that's what life was all about, going wrong, no matter were you are things go wrong, and sometimes you just couldn't help stop the bad things from happening.
"What's your name?" Sleepily the girl closed her eyes and then opened them again in time to hear Racheal's next question. "Do you have someone you need to contact.. is that why your worried?" Was it that obvious? It was just she had horrible visions of what would happen if her mother started looking for her, she'd call everyone and eventually she'd find out what happened and then she'd hear something about mutants and she'd instantly blame them for having caused the trouble and Angela would not hear the end of how horrible those parasites were and that it was somehow understandable why the guy shot the mutant, probably thinking he was defending himself, who knows what her mother would come up with.
"I have a mobile with my things, my mother get's rather upset when I disappear without warning, I just want to tell her not to get upset because I didn't go see her.." If left on her own willingness to visit her mother Angela could go weeks without feeling at all bad for not visiting, so her mother demanded visits every few days and as annoying as it was it was worse when she didn't go and her mother started up with these theories about how Angela was up to no good.
"Oh, and I'm Angela Clarice." She added remembering the mutant had asked for her name, it felt easier to say that now that she knew Taylor already knew her name anyway.
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room"I have a mobile with my things, my mother get's rather upset when I disappear without warning, I just want to tell her not to get upset because I didn't go see her.." The dog's head tilted slightly as she spoke. A mother. Had it really been so long that should could so easily forget something that simple? Although she easily lost track of time, and even days, she did really think that even time could pull that long-faded memory from her. Slowly she nodded. It was a mother's job to worry wasn't it? To make sure nothing bad happened to their child. Despite everything that had happened, she never blamed her parents for leaving her, she thought, through death. It wasn't hard for her to convince herself that things were her own fault, so her memories of them had remained pure, not knowing the pain some could cause.
The term 'mobile' threw her for a moment. Sure she had heard the term before, the Feral pondered over it for a moment. Although she never really decided on where she had heard it, she figured it must be something to contact someone with. Otherwise why mention it? Shrugging off the uncertainty, she simply nodded again, as if fully understanding.
"Oh, and I'm Angela Clarice." Another nod, Racheal watched her for a moment, as if suddenly realising how tired she seemed. She should really leave this girl to rest. Perhaps she could go and find some stuff for her, perhaps a phone to contact her mother. Although she didn't know where this mutant's stuff would be, she also figured that if it was in the medical bay then whoever ran the place wouldn't exactly appreciate a dog sniffling around and getting dog hairs everywhere.
"I don't know where your things are, but I can find you some clothes so you'ld be more comfortable, and perhaps a phone to call your mother on." Her tail continued to wag slowly as she spoke, wondering if she could really be much help. At least she seemed to be falling asleep now. She only hoped that she wasn't disturbing Angela.
"Angela, try and get some sleep. I'll be back soon" Her thoughts were gentle, before she turned, claws clipping the floor as she left the medical room. She trotted halfway back towards her own room, before de-morphing and walking the rest of the way. Yawning, Racheal pushed open the door to her room , wondering if perhaps she should try and sleep outside. She had always been a deep sleeper, so last night's unsettled rest disturbed her slightly. Rifling through the wardrobe, looking for something that would be relatively comfortable, not looking for warmth really as she hoped this girl, Angela, would stay put for now at least, she realised that she was slowly growing used to the idea of being able to wear these clothes instead of her own worn set. Despite the fact she had been there only one day, typically cat-like, she had actually managed to settle herself from her previous nerves quite quickly, enjoying the warmth that her room offered.
Despite this, she was still wearing her old worn jeans and trainers, though she had found a white polo-shirt for now, rather than wearing her dragon top. As ever, the necklace lay round her neck and dog collar on her arm. Graping a simple t-shirt and pair of trousers from the wardrobe, she made her way back towards the medical bay, keeping an eye out for a phone as she went, before she entered the medical bay, still human, quietly, hoping that Angela had fallen asleep. In silence, she placed the clothes down before taking in the scene more carefully than her canine eyes had allowed before, her feline ones narrow from the light. Part of her wondered if she shouldn't go and find something else to eat, but she pushed the feeling aside. Although morphing did take energy, she put it more to the slightly greed habits of the retriever, and the fact the strengths of her instincts today had been a little more overwhelming than normal.
Fear's change all the time
So there's nothing to fear
But the fear itself
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(6/15/04 10:35 pm)
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room"I don't know where your things are, but I can find you some clothes so you'ld be more comfortable, and perhaps a phone to call your mother on." Looking exhausted as she wondered how to explain things to her mother, Angela snuggled down a little more into the bed as Racheal continued to speak into her mind. "Angela, try and get some sleep. I'll be back soon" The girl offered the other mutant a small smile, she was tired, but sleeping seemed like an impossible idea at the moment.
Watching as the golden retriever left the medical bay, Angela sleepily sighed and looked up at the ceiling, Fear hovered about her stomach for a moment before the ghostly mirage settled down and slept lazily. The medical bay seemed so quiet and lonely, she wondered how it must have felt for her father to wake up in a place like this.. She had been nervous and alone, but at least she could talk and move and understand what people were saying to her. When her father got sick and had his stroke it had effected his brain so that he couldn't speak, and they had said he couldn't understand what was happening around him.
She wished he was here now, just so she could hold his hand, when she was small he used to let her hold his hand and she'd cuddle it as if it was a toy. But she knew he'd protect her like no toy could ever, he wasn't the best father in the sense that he tended to spoil her and he'd spend all their money and by the time she went back to her mothers she'd be half starved since he didn't have the money to buy her enough food. But it never bothered her since she had so much fun with him she'd barely notice, he was a wonderful father in the sense that he loved her so greatly, he did everything for her that he could, and took her with him whenever he went on business trips.
She had fallen asleep by the time Racheal returned, having rolled onto her side and sleeping quietly with Fear cuddled in her arms in a sign of comfort and assurence. He was very much like her security blanket, when she went out with her mother he wasn't allowed to be around and it always felt so terribly lonely being stuck with her mother on her own.
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Feline eyes landed on Angela, and the feral mutant couldn't help but smile. In her books, sleep was the best rememdy for anything. Silently, she prayed that this meant she would plan on running off for a while yet, perhaps she would even decide to stay put for longer.
In silence, thankful for her natural light-footness, she made sure that the clothes she had brought down were in view if the sleeping mutant was to wake up. Part of her wanted to leave some sort of note for the mutant, but lacking anything to write on or with, and her writing abillities leaving much to be desired, she pushed the thought to one side.
Racheal quietly walked round the bay, not wishing to touch anything, but she coudn't help her curiosity nor the fact she wanted to at least put some effort into looking for the belongings of the girl. Careful not to disturb Angela, or anything else for that matter, she tried to work were they may have been placed, but as she completed her circle of the room, she decided to leave it for now. Surely someone who actually knew what was going on would be around soon enough, and by the looks of it Angela wouldn't be awake for a while.
So, in her silence, the feral left the medical room, though part of her wished to stay incase the girl was to wake up. But Racheal left her to her dreams anyway, deciding to tell someone about it if she ran across them, but otherwise letting things work themselves out. In her mind, they normally did.
___________________________________________________ OOC: Wasn't sure whether you wanted to continue this thread or not, but I'm happy to leave it as it
Re: Sneaking out of the Recovery Room
ooc: Well I had assumed now was good a time as any to start to wrap it up, so I'm completely alright with ending it here!
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