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crossing_lostrp2006-05-13 04:44 pm
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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.
[Tommy] The Messenger (tag Mara, Carlos, Faith, Scott, Ami, George)
"I'll tell Daniel," Scott volunteered.
Tommy caught his eye. "Blaise knows. I couldn't find Daniel, so I told Blaise that someone was behind this. He thinks that whoever it is will lay low for a few days." Although Scott nodded, Tommy could tell that most of his attention was on Ami. Her and Mara's suffering from Lucy's murder -- 'cause it was closer to that than a suicide in his mind -- redoubled his anger. "Let me know how I can help," he told all of them. His voice was soft from carefully controled ire. "Right now I need to go do... something."
Tommy didn't think about where he was going or what he was doing. A short time later he dove into the ocean. The sea welcomed him. Somehow he knew it mourned Lucy's death as well. As he twined through the ribbons of kelp, Tommy realized that it was the injustice of Lucy's death that was upsetting. She no longer suffered -- he presumed that George had seen to that -- and her body would return to the earth.
Tommy dove and surfaced over and over, each time feeling smaller but not unimportant. He and Lucy and the island and the sea itself were part of a larger whole which was healthy and vibrant and living. When his lungs burned the sea told him to stop and rest. Tommy obeyed, floating atop the ever-moving surface with slippery strands of kelp holding him fast. (It will be all right,) he told himself as his breathing and heart slowed. And he believed it.