[she's in the library, where nobody would think to look for her!
anyway she's just in here ripping one page at a time out of a book and throwing the crumpled, balled up page to the ground. and once she has no pages left, she just throws the book across the room. her face paint is all fucked up, and she's regretting having put it on at all.
but she's here. ripping into something that can't fight back.]
Instinctively, he ducks as the husk of the book goes soaring. He pauses a few yards away in case she doesn't want to be bothered and will tell him to get lost.]
[the thing is - she's not unused to tragedy. she's felt it over and over and over. recently, even, right before she died, she'd watched so many people die right in front of her that this should be nothing. but maybe that's why this hurts as much as it does. to have so many things you want to say to someone, and to know you won't get to. to know someone and have that someone be nice to you in the only way you know how to accept, and have it be ripped out from under you.
she feels - something. all she knows how to describe it with is bad. sick. like there's a horrible, tangled ball of twigs in her throat, waiting to be coughed up.
she pauses in grabbing another book, and glances at him.]
I'm fucking horrendous company right now. [she warns him, voice thick.]
As no surprise, he takes this warning and flings it out the window. He makes a steady beeline over to her, taking up a small chair by the back along the way, sliding it with him. But when he deposits it, instead of sitting, he comes around in front of her.
He does what he's always sometimes done for people who are hurting who can't get it out. He wraps his arms around their shoulders and hugs them.]
well, okay, first off - gideon has no idea what he's doing here. when he moves towards her she thinks he's going to attack her, wildly, for just a second. she tenses up, like she's going to dodge out of the way, but then he's just there, and he's hugging her, and her brain bluescreens for a good couple of seconds.]
-- What. What are you doing? [she asks, finally, voice breaking a little, but she doesn't try to get away or anything, she's just trying to figure out how to respond to this.]
[she isn't before he says it, but - he says you're crying, it'll be okay, and there's a little crack of something hollow and pained in her chest that finally releases, and.
well, she does cry. not wildly, or out of control, but he squeezes her, and hesitantly, she wraps her arms around him in return and the tears come.
Well, if she cries, then he cries out of empath habit. No sobbing or anything, just some tears. He pats the back of her shoulder comfortingly and continues to hold her.]
It's gonna be okay. We'll figure out what happened. I'll help you.
[instinct, or maybe like - a want, a basal sort of want to have someone give a shit, means she hugs him very, very tightly, hiding her face. she's a little mortified. but akira's never given her reason to think he'd shove it in her face, so.
she's a very quiet crier, at least.]
I can't stand it if it's someone else I like that did it. [she says, voice wobbling.]
[gideon murders him on a friday night by squeezing his head off like a barbie doll (no)
she exhales a very shaky sigh.]
As much as we can. [she agrees. she feels all sorts of raw and shaky, but that's something to work for, and she can use that. she's not useless. she can do something, anything, to try and show... she doesn't know. fidelity. something.
the word echoes uncomfortably in her mind, and she shakes her head a little to try and get rid of it.]
[when he pulls away, she just rubs at her face - and then makes a vaguely annoyed sound and pulls a cloth out of her pocket to wipe away all the face paint. it's not doing her any good.]
I know she's faster than you'd think, and she knows how to use a knife. [gideon says, finally, and then:] I feel less like I'm going to explode.
[it's not very cool if it keeps getting fucked up by her tears!!
but anyway, she doesn't sit, just sighs and stares at the bookshelves again - until akira gives her that last part, and she snorts ungracefully and laughs.]
You've set up yourself as the feet guy, it's inevitable. [she says, fake-gravely.] Your fate is sealed.
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He's following the Sads.]
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anyway she's just in here ripping one page at a time out of a book and throwing the crumpled, balled up page to the ground. and once she has no pages left, she just throws the book across the room. her face paint is all fucked up, and she's regretting having put it on at all.
but she's here. ripping into something that can't fight back.]
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Instinctively, he ducks as the husk of the book goes soaring. He pauses a few yards away in case she doesn't want to be bothered and will tell him to get lost.]
Nice throw.
[To let her know he's there.]
Want some company...?
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she feels - something. all she knows how to describe it with is bad. sick. like there's a horrible, tangled ball of twigs in her throat, waiting to be coughed up.
she pauses in grabbing another book, and glances at him.]
I'm fucking horrendous company right now. [she warns him, voice thick.]
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As no surprise, he takes this warning and flings it out the window. He makes a steady beeline over to her, taking up a small chair by the back along the way, sliding it with him. But when he deposits it, instead of sitting, he comes around in front of her.
He does what he's always sometimes done for people who are hurting who can't get it out. He wraps his arms around their shoulders and hugs them.]
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well, okay, first off - gideon has no idea what he's doing here. when he moves towards her she thinks he's going to attack her, wildly, for just a second. she tenses up, like she's going to dodge out of the way, but then he's just there, and he's hugging her, and her brain bluescreens for a good couple of seconds.]
-- What. What are you doing? [she asks, finally, voice breaking a little, but she doesn't try to get away or anything, she's just trying to figure out how to respond to this.]
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Quietly, all he says is,] You're crying. [She isn't exactly, but he doesn't clarify anything about this statement he makes as naturally as breathing.]
Don't worry, it'll be okay. [It isn't platitudes, hollow. The feeling in his voice; he understands.] It'll be okay.
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well, she does cry. not wildly, or out of control, but he squeezes her, and hesitantly, she wraps her arms around him in return and the tears come.
okay. alright.]
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Well, if she cries, then he cries out of empath habit. No sobbing or anything, just some tears. He pats the back of her shoulder comfortingly and continues to hold her.]
It's gonna be okay. We'll figure out what happened. I'll help you.
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she's a very quiet crier, at least.]
I can't stand it if it's someone else I like that did it. [she says, voice wobbling.]
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He doesn't pull away so she doesn't have to worry about trying to hide her face right this moment. Since it's fine to cry.]
It sucks when you expect people to be better and they disappoint you. Let's try to find out everything we can tomorrow.
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she exhales a very shaky sigh.]
As much as we can. [she agrees. she feels all sorts of raw and shaky, but that's something to work for, and she can use that. she's not useless. she can do something, anything, to try and show... she doesn't know. fidelity. something.
the word echoes uncomfortably in her mind, and she shakes her head a little to try and get rid of it.]
... Thanks.
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Wow, two snotty jocks.]
If you knew her at least a little, we’ll have an even better chance.
[Patting her shoulder.]
Feel any better?
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I know she's faster than you'd think, and she knows how to use a knife. [gideon says, finally, and then:] I feel less like I'm going to explode.
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That’s a good start. I don’t think Hunter knew how to fight really, but if she did, maybe we can tell who she fought.
[He reaches back to pull the chair up so he can sit backward in it.]
I’m not smelling any damn feet this time.
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but anyway, she doesn't sit, just sighs and stares at the bookshelves again - until akira gives her that last part, and she snorts ungracefully and laughs.]
You've set up yourself as the feet guy, it's inevitable. [she says, fake-gravely.] Your fate is sealed.