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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 18:02:06 GMT -6
Alabaster, ivory, pearl. They were all words for the same color, the only kind of paint that covered the walls of this place. Not just the walls, the ceiling even the sheets that were placed with care over the beds were this dull color but she would not have to endure that for very much longer. The silver colored stick in her arm was just recently pulled out of her vein; a needle the nurse had corrected her. Whatever it was she was grateful for it to be away from her, pale fingers rubbing against the bandage over the injection site as if to erase its presence. The kind woman had said she was being released from this bed, free to move away from her confinement but fear had prickled at her scalp. Where would she go, she still did not understand why she was in this city much less where she belonged.
It hat been a few days, maybe a week since she had opened her dual colored eyes to stare at the colorless ceiling with its tiny brown spots. Memory is what they had asked her, what could she remember. When she shook her head instead of letting a sound come from her lips she could recall their concerned faced, line pressed lips. The nurse was the nicest of strangers, telling her where she was and even the date she had arrived. More information came when she asked how it was she came to the hospital, a singular name and description was not etched into the blank slate her mind had made for her.
She was given time, clothes that she had worn had been discarded. They said she would not want to see them but she had a feeling why, the cuts and bruises on her alabaster skin told her a different story. A few bandages were placed over the worse of abrasions, including a small on her neck that hurt if she tried to turn her head too quickly. She was given new clothes, clothing the nurse had said she had in a duffle bag. They were pretty but she would not remember anything as she gazed at herself in the mirror, Petite fingers moved over the bandage on her neck to the strange colors of her eyes, who was this girl that stared back at her?
The nurse had given her the name Shy, she said it was because when she first woken up and was asked to give her name she stopped short and gave three letters. S-H-I. Why was she being released, maybe she had too little of money. Her fingers traced the flower embroidery on the duffle bag, looking at the gentle sepia of its color as well as the white thread that made roses and soft dotted swirls. She placed it over her shoulder and was handed a small amount of cash that was found with her, placed in a smaller handheld bag that looked similar to the bag she already had carried. The nurse hugged her and gave her a direction of the man who brought her to this place, maybe he knew her.
That’s where she stood, hardwood floor beneath her heeled shoes. She stared away from the front desk that was a foot away from her to the place that noise seemed to arise, she moved away from the staring innkeeper. What was this called; she looked at the company that seemed to be laughing about something she did not hear strange looking bottles in their hands. Where would she find this man when she really did not know how he dressed or how he sounded? All she had was his name.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 18, 2014 19:16:23 GMT -6
Aaron sat at a table in the inn playing with an empty mug. Ever since he found that girl beaten and half frozen in the snow, he'd been concerned about her. She looked young, almost too young to be out on her own. He kept replaying that fateful morning in his head. He'd been shopping for items that he could use to build a small burner and a few other household items. He had been heading back to the inn when he smelled blood down an alleyway. He'd walked down and found her broken and battered have covered by snow. Her clothes were in tatters and barely held onto her small frail body. He hadn't even had time to think before he was running with her to the nearest hospital. He wasn't sure how long she'd been in such a bad condition but it didn't help to waste time getting her help.
The nurses had asked him questions about her but he had no answers. He hadn't found any form of identification to give them and only could tell them what he saw. He'd waited until the nurses told him she was stable before he left. After that first day, he went to visit again. She was still unconscious when he did. He looked at his empty mug. Thinking back on it, he should have gone to see her again. The hospital had done a good enough job fixing her up but they said it would take some time for her to be fully healed. He slammed his cup down annoyed that he hadn't even gone back to see if she woke up. He usually didn't dwell on things but this was on his mind more than he had hoped it would.
He rubbed his forefinger and thumb against the bridge of his nose before waving down a waiter. He didn't drink very often, and not nearly as much as Sylas, but he felt like he needed at least one more beer for the night. No sooner had his drink arrived than a group of drunken men started waddling toward the doorway, straight towards the one girl on his mind. He studied the men quickly and noticed each had the same look in their eyes, a fierce, hungry look directed right at the girl. The men slank toward her and immediately started making obscene remarks to her. Aaron stood and made his way over quickly. He began hearing comments as he closed the gap.
"She's a nice looking one, probably would feel good too."
"Yeah, just look at her skin."
"Come on babe. Let us make you feel more comfortable."
The men didn't even notice Aaron until he was a few steps away. One man had his arm around the girl's shoulders. Aaron grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from her. If there were ever things Aaron could admit that he hated it would be drunken disorderly conduct and derogatory comments towards another person, especially women. And these men were doing both. Aaron pushed the man back against the wall and held him there.
"Listen. I don't care who you think you are but you aren't going to treat any woman like this in my sight. You think you have any right to talk to a woman in any way in this kind of state. Now I suggest you leave before this goes somewhere you don't want it too."
Aaron saw the man's face get redder and his eyes dart to the others around him. "You listen punk. In this town, I do what I want. And I'm not going to be bullied but some self-righteous asshole with a thing for a girl." Aaron could feel the other three circle in around him. "Now, you best be lettin' me go or things will get ugly."
Aarong just smirked. "I'm not afraid of four drunk men who can't even walk straight." As Aaron was talking, he began to concentrate on the nearest man to him. As the man lifted his arm to punch, Aaron used his reflexes to pull the man in his fist into the way. He released the man making the second punch him in the face and sending both of them rolling out of the door. The other two watched before starting to attack. Aaron didn't even need his ability to fight, the men were sloppy and couldn't land any punches. A swist jab of Aaron's open palms to both of their foreheads sent them falling back unconscious. The first man charged back in holding his nose which was gushing blood. He saw his two unconscious comrades and pointed at Aaron.
"This isn't over punk! I'll get you back for this!" He ran out again. The bar had gone quiet watching the fight. Aaron turned back to look at the area and everyone immediately went back to their drinks. He shook his head and pulled out a coin before tossing it at the barkeep. "Sorry about the mess." He went to the girl and took her hand. "Come with me."
He brought her up to his room and closed the door. Turning on the heater as he passed it, he grabbed a cup from a shelf and poured warm water into it. He handed it to her. "Are you alight? They didn't hurt you did they?" He looked her over and noticed her dual colored eyes, an unsual sight no matter where you were from. He was able to get a better look at her body as well. What little didn't have clothes was covered in bandages. Aaron was surprised she'd made it here to the inn though it was only a few minutes away from the hospital. "My name is Aaron, Aaron Grimior. I was the one who found you and took you to the hospital. I'm glad to see you're up and moving."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 20:01:44 GMT -6
Her mind was clouded; she was desperately trying to remember things that had been long since knocked out of her brain. Her focus finally came back as words entered her ears, a hand touched the back of her neck and an image filled her vision. The hands slinked over her shoulder and the image grew clearer, her small frame shook with fear as her heart sped up its pace. Electricity ran through her veins, sending her little heart into flutter. The touch was something she remembered before his hand was jerked away from her body it almost pulled her shoulder with him, causing her to stumble slightly and the bandage on her neck had come loose causing the scab to open once more. The duffle bag falling from her grip and onto the hard ground, for some reason the man who seemed to be protecting her sounded vaguely familiar but she was too afraid to say anything.
Two colored eyes widened as the other three circled the darkly dressed man, her body instinctually moved towards their new victim but it was not necessary. It was over quickly but she could not tell anyone what had just gone on in front of her, the sight of blood caused a strange warm to flood to her hand but it quickly disappeared as the man holding his nose pushed passed her yelling something about this fight was not over. Her rump connected with the floor as his pushing knocked off balance though there was not much balance to begin with, she let out a gasp and another image filled her mind. This time it was her body colliding with concrete but the image soon faded when she heard the man’s voice once more.
He had held out her hand and for some reason she felt the need to trust him, her tiny fingers slipping into his much larger hand. His grasp was strong as he lifted her off of the ground and her bag came back over her shoulder, but she had no time to think of anything else. Stairs were soon under her feet as he pulled her along with him up the steps, falling away to more hard wood flooring. A dark colored door opened with a creak then closed behind her, his hand releasing hers. The warmth following with him, a heater buzzed very softly as he turned the heater on and she realized how badly she was shivering though it was not from the chilled air.
She found herself finding a place to sit, a soft bed with strange electronics near the foot, the sepia duffle bag falling off her shoulder somewhere near the door. For some reason she felt self conscious, her fingers tracing a yellow healing bruise that was almost hidden by her short dress. She felt she should have put those tight, almost clear looking material on to cover them. Maybe that was what they were for? A cup came to her moving fingers, warmth flooding her palms like before but this time from the steaming water in the pale blue cup. He asked if they had hurt her, she shook her head but then one of her fingers came to her neck where the bandage once was. It was slightly sticky but it did not bleed like it should have, something had topped it. She remembered hearing the doctors say something like that as she stared at the ceiling in the hospital; she healed faster than a normal girl injured this badly. He spoke again; she looked through her long lashes to see his face. Before he spoke his name she knew it, Aaron but she repeated one of the words he spoke. “-found me.”She said is a gentle voice, cracking slightly from misuse though sounding older than she looked. “I am-“ Her lips closed, what was it that the nurse called her? “..Shy, that is what the nurse called me.” She spoke again, her eyes following the gentle waves for steam coming from the warm cup. “I do not remember my name.. so she called me shy..”
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 18, 2014 20:34:12 GMT -6
Aaron looked over the girl's body for anything that could her hurt but all he found was the bandage ripped away from her neck. He moved closer to get a better look at it. It was pink and looked like it was nearly healed, but that shouldn't be right. Her wounds were deep and would take a long time to heal yet she looked like they had happened a long time ago. He started looking over her other wounds that he could get to without threatening her modesty. He checked her arms then her legs before looking back up at her face. "You're a very fast healer Shy."
Shy. The girl had lost all of her memories from before the accident, whatever it was that had happened. That wasn't going to make finding her family easy. He studied her face for a moment before going over to a small refridgeration unit against the wall and got something for her to eat. The rationing within Hryst was everyone's problem, no matter whether you were native or not. The only things that seemed to be in abundance were alcohol and snow. At least one of them could be helpful. Aaron put a loaf of bread on a small plate above the heater so it would be warm for her to eat. He went back over and sat in a chair in front of her.
"So you don't remember anything of your past? You don't remember your family? Or what providence you originate from?" He stared up into her eyes. They were so soft and innocent. It was easy to imagine that she had forgotten everything, her eyes showed an innocence and wonder only seen in children. He spent more time than he expected to staring into her eyes that he bread started to smoke slightly. He smelled it and quickly moved to take it off the heater. "Damn." He waved the smoke out of the window and sighed. The cold air cooled the bread enough and he brought it over to her. "I'm sorry if it's burnt. I'm not a cook of any sort. But at least it's warm."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 21:03:09 GMT -6
He echoed the doctor’s words, the same awe in his voice that they had. Healing was the word that kept sticking in her mind as if it belonged there, so it was true. She was healing faster than she was suppose to, healing more rapidly than any other girl with her injuries. Had they really been that bad, before she could think anymore her expression went blank as another memory image came to her dual gaze. A bite of pain to her throat, cold and metallic but that was not all. That touch again, rough against the newly exposed skin against her thigh. She blinked rapidly as it subsided, was this how she had lost her memory? She realized she was shaking s her gaze fell back to his pale blue eyes; she looked lost and afraid for a moment before she shook her head. She needed that image to be removed from her mind, it was not pleasant.
She watched as he got to his feet once more, even though she never asked him to. He took out a piece of bread, a thin slice and for some reason she felt the urge to tell him not to but she did not understand why. He placed it over the soft humming heater to warm it up before sitting back down, questioning her once more. She did not remember a thing, though she kept seeing small images and feeling that could only be explained as the night this man found her. Again she shook her head but she felt the need to tell him but the memory was too painful, each image proved her more fearful. “-providence?” She felt her lips forming the words without her knowledge, questioning the word.
The next word he spoke caused her to jump, a form of gray smoke rose from the toasted bread. The cold air hit her more than she wanted, causing her to shiver but this time from the chilled air. He fanned it once more and apologized for not being a cook, a shy smile graced her features only to be followed with a rush of heat to her cheeks. Bright pink coloration as her fingers brushed his when he handed her the mall matching blue plate, nodding slightly before looking up at him through her thick lashes. “um-”Her voice came out a little shaken before continuing, “-thank you.” Her mind triggered something that could be called a memory but it was more a passing thought that she felt she needed to share, “I think I know how to cook.” She smiled softly only to let the feature drop gently, “-or um I use to.” she took a small bite of the toast.
A sudden realization came to her as she averted her gaze from his piercing blue eyes, she was on his bed. She moved her small frame before she spoke up, “I am sorry-” She apologized for an unknown reason, “-I should not be taking up your bed-youshouldsit here.” it had to be comical for her to say such thing out of the blue, her words running together.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 18, 2014 21:32:31 GMT -6
He jumped back a bit startled by her sudden reaction to sitting on his bed. He certainly hadn't expected it seeing as she was so calm before. Her soft, pale face was now flushed pink as she seemed to scramble around for words to say. He watched her spin around the room slightly becoming more flustered with each word. He calmly stood up and put his hands on her upper arms. "Calm down Shy. I'm letting you sit on my bed. It is more comfortable than these chairs. And even with your quick healing, comfort is something you still need right now. Sit and eat some more."
Gently he pushed her down to sit back on the bed. He had noticed her reaction when he asked about which providence she came from. He went over to the shelf and pulled out a holographic glass tablet and brought it over to her. He brought up a hologram of the world map and pointed at Aster. "This is where we are, Aster, Hryst. Down here is where I'm from, Aquavia. This center is the empire ruins. Here is Domhan Tir and here is Yursa. These are the providences of our world. Does anything look familiar to you?" His body was sitting close to hers though not intentionally. He was just showing her the map and not realizing his proximity to her body.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 21:51:42 GMT -6
Her pale brown dress fluttered slightly as she stood up, the light blue plate still in hand as she tried to find a different place to site so that he could sit on his bed with comfort rather than a stranger that he had saved another time. She had a feeling se was being rude, she did not know how but somehow she was being unpleasant until he stabilized her. His large hands were on her pale and slender arms, keeping her in place and she could not help but shake. Her mind registered touch as a bad thing right now whether he was o gripping her lightly and just trying to make her calm down, her dual gaze finally looked into his own bright blue eyes.
He spoke gentle, his voice soothing her worries of being unpleasant or ungrateful. Worry seemed to plague his face as she tried to explain why she was to sit on the comfortable seat rather than him, she was still injured no matter how quickly she healed she was still unhealthy. Slowly she nodded as his hands moved from her arms, the warmth disappearing as his fingers finally slipped away from her skin. Her body collapsed back into the mattress, sitting straight once more as the bounce began to subside. She did not realize it hiked her dress up further, revealing an unpleasant blemish that could show what her assault was a result of.
He moved again and grabbed a strange see-through piece of technology, even as she tried to search her clouded mind nothing pointed to her knowing what this was. A holographic map came into view and he pointed to each providence, his body almost uncomfortably close. Her breathing hitched softly as her heart sped up, she tried not to say anything instead focused on his words. Did anything sound familiar, a weird flash of trees came to mind but she could not tell what it meant. “Do any of them have many trees?” She asked without thinking, maybe one had more than the other but would that mean that was where she belonged?
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 19, 2014 17:36:52 GMT -6
Looking at the holograhic map, Aaron had almost not noticed the blemish hidden by Shy's dress, almost. Seeing it made him curious but he knew it wouldn't help to pry if she couldn't even remember her own name. He thought about her question, which place had trees. "I suppose they all do on the mainland. As for which one has the most, that would probably be Domhan Tir. You remember lots of trees?" He watched her face before trying to think of ways to rejog her memory. He remembered hearing that muscle memory was something that didn't go away so easily. He got up and retrieved a pad of paper and a pen. He sat back down next to her and wrote his name. "Maybe you might be able to remember how to write your name. Don't think about what you think you remember. Just let your muscles control your fingers and see what comes of it."
He handed the pad and pen to her to see if his hunch was right. He had so many questions flowing around in his head. Who was this girl? Where was she from? Who attacked her? Why did they? None of them had answers at that time. Aaron knew he had to find the answers but he didn't even have any leads. Except one: her body. But there was simply no way that he would ever ask her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, even if it could possibly help figure things out. He had to go with the facts that he had, she was a girl who was attacked and only the gods know what else. Her body had impossibly fast healing which was undoubtedly a god-given gift, but from which god? She had injuries that were quickly healing and some form of blemish that he hadn't noticed before. Though he did have all of this, it wasn't much, and didn't answer nearly as many questions as he would have hoped. He could only take things one at a time and that's exactly what he planned to do.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 18:01:51 GMT -6
Domhan Tir, for some reason that name stuck in her mind but why? She could not form the words to say it but it seemed to stay as static around the two worded name, and yet she could see a clear image of two trees. Twins, both very similar to the next with green needles instead of leaves. Their bark said that winter would be coming, dark brown coloration stripped away by fauna for the upcoming season. Why were they static in her mind, what did they mean? He asked about that, did she remember a lot of trees. She could not tell, right now she could see two twin timbers. “Uhm-“ She spoke gently before taking a bite from the burnt toasted bread, “I-I see two trees..” That was not very helpful now was it?
Suddenly the healing woman felt too warm, too hot for the over coat she had over her thin arms. Slowly she shrugged it off, a few clear bruises made it evident to how she was assaulted. Bother sides at matching prints, as if she was held by her shoulders too tightly by much larger hands than her own. She did not think of them as the material slid against the painful area instead she took the paper that now had Aaron’s name written on it. Her fingers formed the proper movement to hold the pencil as she looked at the utensil with curiosity, she remembered holding one before. The led connected with the parchment, scratching elegant letters but she stopped short. Something blocked it, already she had in a cursive ledger s-h-i- but the next letter moved up then stopped. It never finished as she looked at it and her frozen fingers, what was the next letter?
She shook her head before handing the pad back to him; the only thing she could remember was strange flashes of the day she lost the memory of her life and those two trees. She was not very helpful and all she could do is stare at her shaking hands, she was completely useless. Her face connected with her hands as she shook her head, “I am so sorry” were the only words she could say.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 19, 2014 18:26:00 GMT -6
"Two trees. No that doesn't help all that much. Can you tell me anything more about the trees?" He noticed the bruises on her arms as she took off the thin fabric that she wore over her shoulders. The bruises told him a small amount of what happened but not much else. He studied them while she attempted to write. He watched her but again she stopped with just S-H-I. He took the pad and pen away and sat them down. Looking back at her as she spoke again, he shook his head. "No, you don't need to be sorry. You have been through an ordeal that was bad enough for you to forget everything. You're a victim in this. You have nothing to be sorry for." He gently reached out with both of his hands and held her trembling ones. They were freezing.
He looked at her arms as her small hands shook in his. He could see clearly hand marks on both arms as if she had been picked up. Other bruises seemed to show where she had been hit or slapped. He looked from her arms to her face. "What are you feeling right now?" Suddenly, the wind blew open the window sending freezing air into the room. He turned and grumbled before getting up and closing the window. The latch was broken and he hadn't found the necessary pieces to fix it yet. He did what he could with the broken latch in the false hopes that it would stay closed. He looked outside at the snow piling up on the ground. The sun had set but still gave light that spread in brilliant colors across the sky. He closed the curtains and turned on the light before looking back at her. "It might be a good idea for you to stay with me for the time being. The people here will take advantage of you if you're on your own. You can sleep on the bed. Just hand me a pillow please."
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