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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 4, 2011 7:39:57 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin steps back once, eyes closed and hands held up in a classic, ' I surrender, don't kill me' motion. She stands stock still, only opening her eyes to glance at River-- her wild and terrified emotions giving her a pang on the inside, all over. There was a brief silence in the room, that echoed with River's shout, and Robin cringed-- hoping no one heard it, and at the same time wishing someone did. "It's fine, you're fine. I'm just going to give you a little of my life-force, my energy, to help your leg heal faster," Robin explained softly, forcing her usual reaction to yell back down and smothering it. "I promise it won't hurt, or feel like anything at all. It'll just be... there." |
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Post by River Tam on May 4, 2011 16:07:22 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
River stays pressed into the corner made by the wall and the bed, struggling to hold onto the thread between her and the world. She swallows hard, and says softly, her voice shaking, “I can’t let you do that. You’ve done so much for me, and what have I done for you? I’ll be fine in a little while.”
She knows she’s a mess-- both physically and mentally-- and she wants so badly to let someone in, past her thick outer shell, but she can’t. Her heart is locked away, and she’s thrown away the key.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 4, 2011 16:44:10 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Be where you are; otherwise you will miss your life.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin stayed still in the silence, almost in a daze-- arms still in the air. Finally, she bowed her head, and snuffed the flames on her hands by curling them shut. Raising her head to finish the nod. "...alright. If you don't want any more help..." Suddenly trailing off, Robin made an indisict motion with her hand and quickly left the room, entering her own. Walking over to the dresser which stood across from the bed, she opened the top drawer to reveal dozens of knick-nacks of all sorts. Laying submerged beneath a bundle of pencils, Robin flicked them aside and retrived a bundle of bandages that she usually carried around (she had lost the one she had been carrying around a few hours ago in the maze). Sliding the drawer shut, she made her way back over to River's alcove, hand firmly clenched around the bundle of bandages. |
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Post by River Tam on May 6, 2011 6:39:12 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
River closes her eyes. It’s so soft and dark behind her eyelids. Maybe she can just stay here. The world makes so much more sense-- no one telling her what to do, no distractions, no loud noises; only the sound of her own steady heartbeat. ThumpTHUMP, thumpTHUMP, thumpTHUMP. Her inner clock, steadily ticking away her seconds. Onemississippi, twomississippi, threemississippi.
Her eyelids fly back, the sound of footsteps crashing loudly against her eardrums, interrupting the silence. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment as Robin’s silhouetted form casts a long, jagged shadow across the floor. The blonde steps into the light. River sighs in relief. It’s only Robin. But what’s in her hand? Cloth, of some sort?
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 14, 2011 16:50:01 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “The biggest and best decision someone can make is to determine when they can't do it alone.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin began to start towards River again, before her steps began to falter and never came. She simply stood there for a moment, letting the exhaustion and confusion and worry wash over her wave from the ocean, and letting it sink. Slowly, her eyes closed, tightening with worry lines. "River...?" Robin asked quietly, still standing in the doorway, between the two panels of white, eyes still closed. "I don't know how to help you. We need to get help from someone else-- not necessarily a doctor or an adult-- but someone." There was a pause, a lasp in Robin's mind, where her mind went into a whirlwind of energy and fratituge. "Please... allow me to get someone, a real someone who can really help you." |
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Post by River Tam on May 15, 2011 11:22:06 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
She watches, Robin, already slipping back once again into the blackness of sleep. It’s so hard to stay here in the light, and it hurts so much… Everything is too bright, too harsh, too real.
River groans as she hears her name, pulling herself to attention enough to hear the rest of Robin’s sentence. Help? No, no, that couldn’t work at all. Any older person would just take them to a hospital, strap them to a bed, pump them full of who-knows-what. She shakes her head. “N-no. I can’t. You can, but I can’t.” She looks at the blonde full on for the first time since stepping into the elevator.
“You need to sleep.”
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 15, 2011 13:05:54 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Of course there is not formula for success except, perhaps, an unconditional acceptance of life and what it brings.” ::::::::::::::::: "And you need help!" Robin retorted with a whiff of anger, leaning backwards against the wall of River's bedroom as she moved forward. She knew it was dangerous, pushing River like this--especially after making such a promise, but... Finally, the girl sighed, shaking her head, eyes closed. They cracked open, and Robin moved forward-- clenching the bandages in her left fist by her side. "Never-mind, sorry, sorry... do you want me to try putting them on?-- or do ya' think your omniliguism will kick in sooner or later?" She asked, tiredly, resentfully. "I really have no knowledge of anything medical, and while you might have knowledge on some things: It certainly might not be useful in healing, as opposed to exp--testing stuff." |
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Post by River Tam on May 17, 2011 19:54:22 GMT -5
RIVER TAM
I’ve seen all of creation, but to it I’m incidental
But there’s more to this automaton than they will ever know
I’m more than just alloys and circuits, I have soul
And I’ve got dreams just like everybody else
I could conquer the world if I could conquer myself
“I don’t need help!” she snarls, sitting jumping to her feet, ignoring the tongues of flame flicking up her leg as she does. The very notion of having to rely on anyone, anything, makes River sick. She can’t stand it. Can’t even think of it without feeling nauseous. Well, maybe not that far, but being helpless is one thing that the girl simply cannot stand.
She stares at Robin, her eyes hard, until the other girl apologizes. “Uh, I think I can do it. I read stuff in my brother’s textbooks before, um, you know…” She twirls a hand in the air, referencing the Experiment (In her mind, it’s always been capital E, lowercase xperiment. Just like capital S lowercase chool. Weird? Uh, sure. Maybe for you. But not for River.) that turned her mad. The brunette stands stubbornly, feet shoulder-width apart, though her head swims and colors dance behind her eyelids.
1.6 pints. 1.3 pints gone. Huh? What the hell is that supposed to mean? The words flashed through her mind so quickly that a normal person wouldn’t have even noticed the thought, flashing through like a bird. (A bird made of electrical impulses, but still.) Oh. OOH. Okay. She remembers now. Someone her size can lose up to 1.6 pints of blood. The second string of words… She would have paled with the realization if she wasn’t already albino-pale.
Clenching her jaw, she drops back down onto the cot, looking up at Robin with tired eyes. “I think I can make a quick splint,” she says softly, “if I had to. I’m pretty sure I remember how.”
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 18, 2011 17:22:45 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “He who breathes deepest lives most.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin smiled faintly, at River comment about the textbooks. Of course, River would read text-books. Whether she actually did it for knowlege, boredom, or fun, Robin didn't know-- but she was glad that someone knew what to do here. Eying River suspiciously, having noticed the slight milky glaze that had swept over River's brown eyes before closing, the girl nodded, sighing. Stepping forward with her arm outstretched, Robin offered the bandages to the girl sitting on the cot in front of her, smiling slightly with a, "You can keep them." She gave River and up and down glance, adding dryly, "It looks like you're going to need them more than I will in the near future." Stepping backward, Robin lingered by the door, continuing to watch River for a moment or two-- reluctant to leave her alone with blood-loss like that. Sounding awkward and slightly dazed (AN: Dazed. Daze. :3), Robin began hesitantly. "Do you need anything... else?" |
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Post by River Tam on May 18, 2011 19:30:42 GMT -5
RIVER TAM
I’ve seen all of creation, but to it I’m incidental
But there’s more to this automaton than they will ever know
I’m more than just alloys and circuits, I have soul
And I’ve got dreams just like everybody else
I could conquer the world if I could conquer myself
She accepts the bandages, holding them in her hand for a moment. “Thank you.” River leans over, threading a hand underneath her bed and coming back up with a ruler. She holds it against her leg for a moment, sizing it up, then quickly snaps it directly in half. Holding the ruler pieces to her leg with one hand, she quickly, deftly, wraps the bandages tightly around her calf, making sure not to twist the fabric.
River looks up at Robin, standing by the door, and smiles weakly, leaning back against the wall. “No, I’m good. I’ll be better in just a minute…” And, with that, she cannot keep her eyes open any longer, and floats off into the cool blackness of sleep.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 20, 2011 16:19:03 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “As I go through all kinds of feelings and experiences in my journey through life -- delight, surprise, chagrin, dismay -- I hold this question as a guiding light: "What do I really need right now to be happy?" What I come to over and over again is that only qualities as vast and deep as love, connection and kindness will really make me happy in any sort of enduring way.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin stayed a moment longer, staring at River with softened eyes as she sunk back into the bed and was no more. Muscles relaxing, just a tiny bit, eyes fluttering close, breathing deeply and without hinderance... River was going to be okay, and Robin was glad of it. Half-smiling as she exited the room, Robin looked up at her own room across the hall-- giving it a dissaproving glance. Somehow, the distance seemed to great to travel, although it was less than five yards away. Sighing, and the last spark of energy in her snuffed, Robin leaned against the kitchen walls, head bobbing over. Her locked knees crumpled open, and Robin, her back still to the wall, slid down onto the soft carpet of the kitchen floor with a faint ' thump', eyes already tumbling to a close. Sitting with her knees to her chest, and her head balenced sontop of her knees-- Robin's head bobbed forward, and she fell asleep, right then and there on the floor. |
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Post by River Tam on May 20, 2011 17:32:22 GMT -5
((OOC: DONE!))
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