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[Ami] Day 11: Tending Open Wounds (tag Mara,open)
OOC: Bumping from [Lucy] Day 11: Making Her Escape due to maximum comment/replies reached.
Edited 16 May 06 to add: Maximum Posting Limit of 75 has been suspended for this thread.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
Edited 16 May 06 to add: Maximum Posting Limit of 75 has been suspended for this thread.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
[Megabyte] Doing Something (tag Claire, open)
For only a microsecond, the offered hand gave him a moment's pause, reminding him of the days of awkwardness when the very prospect of holding the hand of a girl he liked would send him into a deeply scarlet blush and have sweat pooling in his palms. That was what it felt like at any rate.
(Don’t be ridiculous, you're a grown man, and you know it doesn’t mean a damn thing.) Megabyte chided himself and took Claire's hand in the spirit of friendship that it was offered.
He thought to tell her that she didn't have to worry about him, but decided against it; in some ways it was nice that he could be a bit more of himself around Claire now, but he didn't want his abilities to become the center focus and he wasn't going to draw attention to them.
Deciding where to walk was another matter. But Claire clearly wanted to do something to distract her from the goings on, and he thought distraction was a good idea. "What do you say we head down by the stream and the jungle there? There's still plenty of foraging in that direction."
Also, it was in the completely opposite direction of the patch of jungle that had caused yesterday's insanity as well as moving away from the reef.
"If you're planning on going foraging, you'll likely want to take a bag," Rose suggested. She then pushed an empty one towards them across the sand with her foot. "Like that one."
Megabyte bent down and gathered up the bag with his free hand. "Thank you, Rose." He gave Claire a boyish, playful grin, "So, upstream or downstream? Although really, there's not a whole lot downstream unless you want to play tag with Vincent."
[Claire] Doing Something (tag MB, open)
A loud voice interrupted them from inside the tent. "You people just don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?"
"Language, Shannon," Rose scolded their grumpy - bitchy - tentmate half-heartedly. Claire sympathised - it was practically a morning ritual, these days. At least Sue wasn't around to hear it this time.
The mutterings continued until the blonde girl deigned to acknowledge the rest of the world by sticking her head out the flap and locating Claire with narrowed eyes. "So what's the big deal? And where's that stash of fruit gone?"
Claire scowled, clenching her jaw so hard it hurt. She'd only just gotten to grips with 'life goes on', bugger it. Damon's soft squeeze of her hand definitely helped though.
"Lucy.. k.. she.. She committed suicide." Hard part over. Deep breath. "And we ate the fruit."
"Jesus, so fucking selfish.." Shannon practically spat, moving most of the way back into the tent before spinning back incredulously. "Lucy's what - dead?"
Rose answered this time, putting down her darning and patting the sand beside her. "I'm afraid so sweetheart. Here, take a seat - it's a shock to all of us."
Shannon simply shrugged, that "like I give a rat's arse" back on her face as she pushed past the three of them just a little too harshly, swooping down to pick up a banana from Rose's side. "Screw that. She had a red top that matches my pumps perfectly."
Claire didn't know what to say, but the elderly woman clearly did, following the retreating back with her careful gaze as Shannon vanished towards the cookfire gathering.
"We all deal with these things in our own way, child. Let her be."
"But that was so fu-" she bit her tongue at the sight of Rose's raised eyebrows. "Callous. Shannon was way too callous."
"Maybe she knew Lucy better than we thought."
"Maybe she's just a bitch." Claire scowled, then realised that Damon was still standing with them - probably wondering which part of the oestrogen zone he'd landed in this time. She sighed, rubbing her face with her free hand and definitely not encountering any tears. "Ok, ok, we're all on edge and we really need to go for that walk. Upstream. I vote upstream."
Redirection