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Post by Caroline on Jul 3, 2011 8:53:59 GMT -5
OOC; Do you have any ideas of where to go with this plot so far?
BIC; Shawn disappeared, returning momentarily with an extremely chipped clay pitcher brimming with water. He placed it on the dresser and set an equally battered clay mug beside it. "Sorry about Sid," Shawn apologized, leaning against the door frame. "She's an ex-prision guard, so she's not exactly a sensitive soul, but she knows what she's doing." he told Estelle, then changed the topics. "So where are you heading when you leave tomorrow?"
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 3, 2011 9:15:09 GMT -5
"No, it's alright," she mumbled sheepishly, glancing at Shawn for only a second before staring at the floor. She considered his question for a few moments before answering, "Well, I guess I'll just be heading back to where I usually stay... that's on the other side of town." She knew it wasn't that far, but what was the point of staying somewhere if you actually lived only a few miles away?... Hastily, she added, "But, err, thanks for letting me stay here, I really appreciate that!..." Estelle smiled widely (or at least attempted to smile), looking up at him with gratitude.
ooc: huh... i'm not sure.))
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Post by Caroline on Jul 3, 2011 12:07:32 GMT -5
Shawn gave her a faint smile and nodded. "Listen, I'm gonna go bathe," he said through a yawn, brushing his unruly sweat-slickened hair back. "You settled or do you want to talk after I get out? I know this is all a bit strange and unfamiliar..." Shawn remembered back when he first came here and how confused he was.
OOC; shortest post award goes to...
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 3, 2011 12:29:10 GMT -5
"Uhh, we can talk some more, if you don't mind," Estelle replied, wondering if she was being a nuisane to him. He seemed occupied as it was. At his other comment, she just nodded. It wasn't like she'd be here for too long, anyway. Though she would have definitely liked to stay...
ooc; i think i have you beat!))
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 9:12:54 GMT -5
Shawn left Estelle and made his way to the wash room. After all his years in this place how they created fully functioning pluming down here remained a mystery to him, but he wasn't complaining. Only down side was the heating system, which was shot. It was a community bathroom with two shower stalls (one included a tub), two toilet stalls, and a single dingy sink with a milky mirror. The room was obviously carved by man, not my nature, but the floor and wall's were unaltered solid stone. There were several baskets on the ground filled with everybody's toiletries; soap, shampoo, lotion, towels, clothes, brushes, et cetera.
Shawn found a clean towel and a slung it over the shower door then cranked on the water. He let out a harsh breath as icy cold doused him, his body taking a few minutes to adjust. Dirt swirled around his feet, washing away the day's hard work. It was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. Shawn relaxed and closed his eyes, squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palm and began working it into his hair.
The boy returned to Estelle's room half an hour later dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, his skin appearing to be several shades lighter. He would have offered her a shower as well, but decided against it at risk of setting Sid off again. "So, what do you want to know?" Shawn asked, taking a seat on the floor. It was clear he was in a much warmer mood than before.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 4, 2011 12:42:36 GMT -5
She had just been sitting there for a while, contemplating her situation. Did she really want to go back? These people definitely were wary of her, but she enjoyed how large and spacious the whole place was. Much better than anything she was accustomed to. She hated where she was actually supposed to be. Cramped. Boring. Never enough food, never enough necessities. Usually, she somehow "got lost" and trailed off somewhere else, somewhere to stay for a while until she had to go back. Like tonight, only accidental. Hopefully Shawn would never find that out. He'd hate her, definitely. And she couldn't help but get a little attached to him, somehow. A friend? Maybe.
He came back sooner than she had expected, looking content. "Well, if you don't mind..." she thought of something specific, not really thinking of what to ask in particular, "why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Shawn?" Estelle had been strangely friendly tonight. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of respect. She usually wasn't like this, she swore.
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 13:07:22 GMT -5
Shawn thought for a moment before speaking, choosing carefully what to was appropriate to share on the day first of meeting. He wasn't going to lie to her though, of course. "Well, I'm nineteen. I've lived here since I was fifteen, the year I deserted my abusive father, so a little over four years now." he told her, resting his head back against the wall. "I had a friend, she invited me to come live here with her and helped me escape. It was quite dramatic actually, but I won't bore you with the bloody details." Shawn laughed lightly, then continued. "We all have jobs around here to keep this place organized, putting it simply mine is mostly hauling heavy things, if you hadn't figured that out. But others are responsible for say the laundry, which is taken the laundromat once a week, or providing food, tidying... you know. It's kind of like a big family, I suppose." the boy finished, pressing his lips together. "Your turn."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 4, 2011 13:19:58 GMT -5
She listened to his story carefully, feeling a mixture of interest and sympathy. He seemed nice, perhaps a bit too nice, even. "Interesting..." she mumbled, thinking of what to say, exactly. "Alright, I guess I might as well go. Eh... I was born in France, near the coastline. (Luckily, my accent isn't that noticeable.) I went to private school and I didn't have very many friends there, and since I discovered my... gifts when I was around 10 or so, I had fewer." She paused, attempting to recall what had happened, and continued, "My parents weren't terribly fond of people like me, but they were the only ones in my family who didn't have any sort of gift, or at least ones they knew about. They isolated me from them. Perhaps it was just jealousy. But then they talked about "sending me away," so I hopped a ship over here. My family has plenty of connections, even Alternates, so I guess that was the only reason why I didn't get killed so soon. I wandered a bit, found this place, settled down. And now I'm here," she chuckled lightly. "I guess they forgot about me, since I haven't heard from them since I got to Wixham." She yawned and stretched, tired. The story wasn't very interesting, she admitted to herself, not gruesome or horrifying. But it was something.
ooc; aaaa, so much bold text.))
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 13:33:12 GMT -5
"So you've just been on your own, or do you live with somebody?" Shawn asked out of curiosity. To be honest, Estelle didn't seem like a much of a loner, or better yet the type that could fully look after themself.
OOC; Short post is short... >.>
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 4, 2011 13:50:20 GMT -5
"No, I live with this guy I met a long time ago, his name is Kennedy..." she sighed, not really wanting to talk about him at the moment, "He's alright, but it's sort of like being a zookeeper most of the time. Zookeeping for a place to stay. I take care of the place, he gets things. It's a cycle." Estelle shifted in her seat, uneasy. She was sure he was doing something risky and stupid right now. He usually went wild under no supervision. "People come along occasionally, but not often." That meant only once in a blue moon. Who would want to stay in a one-room shack with a couple of chairs, a couch, a fireplace and crappy electricity? At least they had running water... even if it was constantly too cold or too hot.
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 14:03:09 GMT -5
Shawn picked up the vibe that this Kennedy guy wasn't exactly one of Estelle's favorite people in the world and decided not the pursue the question, simply changing the subject. "Would you like something to eat?" he asked, assuming she must be hungry. A couple hours had passed since they arrived, and who knew when her last meal was before that. He figured it would be safe enough at this hour to take the girl upstairs for a meal.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 4, 2011 14:16:04 GMT -5
Estelle smiled at the idea. She was starving, she was always starving for some reason. "Well, if you don't mind..." she was still a bit wary when it came to the other people that inhabited the caverns. She wasn't afraid - okay, maybe she was, a little bit. But there was a small assurance that they weren't as bad as they seemed to be. Just afraid, maybe, afraid as her, afraid that someone would barge into their cavern and kill everyone. There was always that lingering suspicion, no matter how friendly someone was.
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 15:44:37 GMT -5
"Alright, come along then." Shawn said, getting to his feet and stretching. The kitchen wasn't much of a walk away, just a up and the stairs and a few corridors down. It too, like the bathroom, was a man-made room, except about four times the size. The ceiling was high as well, making the room feel even bigger. There were several supper tables surrounded by assorted styles of various colored of chairs, a shabby refrigerator, and counter top that stretched nearly the length of the room, cabinets mounted to the wall above. A fire pit sat in the middle of the room with a spit-roaster, a small kettle sat on a rock to the side. This room too had a smoke-vent on the ceiling. Shawn began shuffling through the cabinets, trying to find something decent for the girl to eat. He concluded quickly that they seemed to be scraping the bottom of the barrel on food. There was a package of unsalted crackers, some bran flakes, half a loaf of bread, and container of dried fruit. He looked down to Estelle. "Well um, what would you like?" he asked, slightly embarrassed by the lack of selection. Shawn wasn't used to having guests.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 4, 2011 15:56:35 GMT -5
"Well, err..." Estelle hastily took the crackers, not really bothering to examine the selection that she was given. Better than nothing. She took a seat on a simple wooden chair, quietly nibbling on the bland wafers, wondering if anyone noticed that she had eaten about seven of the crackers nope seventeen nope a lot more than that. But God, she was starving. Perhaps she had to expel more energy than others in order to keep her body from freezing over, but her appetite was often more ravenous than not. She found her incredibly appetite and metabolism to be more of an annoyance. Being constantly hungry was a pain in the ass. She couldn't control it. "There's still some left..." she mumbled, embarrassed, handing it to Shawn. She knew her cheeks were more flushed than usual, causing her even more embarrassment.
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Post by Caroline on Jul 4, 2011 17:29:16 GMT -5
Shawn dug through the drawers of the refrigerator and pulled out a bunch of slightly soft grapes and split it, handing half to Estelle, who still appeared the be starving nevermind just plowing through more than half a sleeve of crackers. Shawn accepted the remainder from her and placed it in front of himself, along with the grapes. He smirked with amusement at small girl's appetite, then poured a glass of water for her. He glanced at the clock on the wall, which read eleven-thirty-eight. "Not that anyone would hassle us, but at this hour usually everyone is in bed by now." he assured her, popping a couple of the squidgy fruits in his mouth.
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