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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 9, 2011 19:22:06 GMT -5
As he was asking his question he noticed that the girl was already on a bench somewhere else bunching on some food. He furrowed his eyebrows disappointed at the girl's lack of sympathy.
Seeing that the lady needed to be cared for until she woke up Bédoier quickly stared to walk back to the clinic somehow cradling the lady with only his left arms. Fortunately no one noticed that he had more than one arm on his left side so it worked out fine. Once he reached the clinic he looked back at the young girl at the bench and went to the side of the clinic. In the alley way he swiftly jumped into his window clinging to the still with his sharp feet. He shifted the lady around and carefully placed her on the bed.
After doing so he huffed at the effort it took to carry someone as tall as her with only two arms. While taking a breather he felt a harsh breeze swim through the window. shivering a bit he pulled a blanket over the lady and went to the bathroom to get a damp cloth for her forehead again.
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The stern doctor paused at the older woman's comment and put her notebook down for a brief second "Madam, I don't think your niece can have this sort of operation. Her case is too severe." she announced quietly. ashamed that she couldn't help the girl any further.
"The only sort of cases that have been known to be curable is color-blindness, even that is extremely tricky." he continued on trying not to anger the woman "Other than her blindness the girl is in perfect health other than her frailness, I suggest you try to involve her in more physical activities so she can build up her strength a bit." She stared back at the girl knowing that the girl was catered for and pitied because of her condition but she still needed to find some independence from her aunt.
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 19:34:54 GMT -5
Rosalinda blinked seeing that the male looked angry as she then lost her appitite she didnt meant for any harm to come to the woman she was just exploring the towns, she didnt move but she looked at her food
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 9, 2011 19:47:00 GMT -5
Adeline sighed in relief, yet secretly in a little disappointment, but it wasn't unexpected as many doctors she had been too have all said the same thing that her condition was incurable. Sadly her aunt had wasted her time with an opportunity that was incapable of coming true.
Aunt Regine was stunned at the news. 'And to think this would be the one.' she thought to herself, but she was most stunned when the doctor suggested "physical activities" for her niece.
"But she'll get herself hurt!" the old woman cried, "She already lived on her own and gotten herself in trouble on occasion and I have her go through that again."
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 9, 2011 20:06:53 GMT -5
Placing the damp towel on her forehead Bédoier stared at her for a brief second looking closely at her face, she appeared to have a very characteristic hearty face that was full of freckles. He wondered for a second how people even got freckles in the first place, they were interesting looking. They sort of looked like dark stars.
Shaking his head at the thought as being ridiculous he went downstairs quietly to prepare something for when she woke up. ___________________________________________________________________________
Magalie knew that she would get punished for saying her own opinion but she still stuck with it. "Madam, no one can stay locked up in a house forever. We can all get sick, injured and so on but of course we all still live on...I feel that your niece, despite her disability should be able to live her life to the fullest." after finishing her sentence she pushed up her glasses as a bit of habit.
Getting up she assured the two out of the room back to the main entrance and continued on "If she's having troubles with her physical actives you can come back to me and I'll see what I can do. " Looking back at the girl she nodded and bowed to the two "Thank you for coming."
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 9, 2011 23:01:59 GMT -5
Adeline was surprised at the strength this doctor had to speak her mind to her aunt, but then again, being a woman in a profession men were mostly associated with, she had to have been strong. This was something that impressed her a lot.
Aunt Regine was speechless as the doctor spoke her mind and ushered the two out the door; she had never encountered someone so opinionated like that, let alone from another woman.
"I'm sorry about all that." she said hugging her niece to reassure her. "Lets go home."
"The doctor was right, you know." Adeline finally spoke. "I know you love me, Aunt Regine, but I'm not a child anymore."
"Adeline, please, you don't understa--"
"NO!" Adeline pushed away. "I maybe blind, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything on my own! All you've ever done was coddle me and you never take into account that your own niece is grown up now! I don't need a babysitter!"
With that, Adeline stormed off in frustration, not knowing where she was going, but not really caring; she needed some time to herself for once.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 10, 2011 8:26:55 GMT -5
Siofra
Her head. She was going to chop it off, boil it, stew it, sprinkle it with basil and serve it to her Nan with Tea. Her head...
With a groan Siofra rolled onto her side, clutching the sides of her head with both hands. "Never again, never again, never again-!" The red light shone too bright for her, making her want to just throw the covers over her head and sleep off the pain...but she had to get out of this ridiculous dress, if she was going to have a hangover, she wasnea gonna wear nothing. With a huff and careful movements she sat up in the bed, waited for her stomach to stop it's path up her throat, and stood, kicking off her shoes. Both her suitcases stood in a corner of the room, so she made way to them, abate not in a straight line or stable, but she got there in the end. Flipping open the latch on the bigger of the two she dug around the cottons, tartan's, and maybe one or two silks, until she plucked a faded gray tartan shift. "Grandfather's finest shirt...my nightclothes~"
Throwing the soft shift on the bed she started on the buttons of her petticoat, standing in the middle of the room so she wouldn't fall and hit her head against something, lest it hurt more than it all ready was. Piece by piece, her dress was disabled of it's many layers, each throw back at the suitcase for later neaten up. When she came to her camisole, she shivered slightly, the loss of all those layers made her feel the room, which was colder than she had expected. Shrugging off the thin cotton she started working on her corset, the strings a knot work up her front, after that she would be in nothing but her knickers, put on the shift, and sleep.
Crossing her arms, she dug her thumbs into the opposite side of her corset, grabbing the cruel thing she hoisted it up. It got stuck. Her cry of frustration was muffled by the fact that the corset was only halfway undone, and had gotten caught around her shoulders, leaving her bosom bare and chilled by the breeze. Desperate to get the accursed thing off she swore and tugged, wiggled and shimmered around until she somehow got it over the broad part of her torso and over her head. Gasping she leaned forward, laying a hand on the now sore part of her midriff. "Stupid fashion..."
It was right then, that she noticed she wasn't alone. Looking up she saw that same man from before, a tray laden with food in his hand his other on the doorknob. He was staring at her with a gobsmacked expression.
"PERVERT!" And she threw the very thing in her hand, which turned out to be her corset.
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 10, 2011 14:29:47 GMT -5
After preparing a simple beef stew Bédoier walked up the stairs carefully. The stew smelt really good but it was a bit on the burnt side since he didn't know much about human diets and how they liked their food cooked.
While gently caring the bowl with his two left hands, he brought up a frail right hand and tugged gingerly at the knob. The young butterfly's eyes widened seeing that the girl's torso was exposed, at the sight of the accidental exposure his face turned bluish and tried to look away. It didn't help that she even threw the article of clothing she had on at his face.
Fretting he muffled "Um' Sworry!" and set the tray on the nearest table swiftly throwing the corset off his face, revealing a completely blue face which he tried to cover with his dark hands. He turned around and quickly ran out of the room slamming the door behind him. Taking a hesitant breath not expecting that situation to pop up. "I'm really s-sorry!" he repeated behind him at the closed door twitching his antennas nervously.
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 10, 2011 14:33:00 GMT -5
Adeline ran as fast as she could until she was sure she was far away from her aunt as possible, not knowing where she was going but she had to get away. She finally stopped in an unknown street way and started to cry. She knew it was foolish of her to run away from her aunt, but she just couldn't take it anymore. All she wanted was to be treated like everyone else despite her handicap, but everyone seemed to treat her like a child or something even less of a human being. She wished somebody was there to understand.
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 10, 2011 15:20:17 GMT -5
Rosalinda would hear sobbing She packed up the rest of her food and walked toward the crying to try find where the sound was coming from. She found a girl and walked to her whispering softly "Hello?" she looked worried and gently placed her hand upon the girls shoulder "h-hey whats wrong?"
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 10, 2011 18:41:09 GMT -5
Adeline gasped from startlement as another girl slightly younger than she was spoke to her, but was quick to settle a little when the other girl placed her hand on her shoulder and asked what was wrong.
"...I don't want to talk about it."she sniffled.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 10, 2011 20:22:17 GMT -5
Oh.
She was really drunk. The man, had two left arms...not in the sense of being so clumsy you got praised with the phrase "He's got two left feet on him". Two.Seperate.Arms.
And when he had said a somewhat muffled 'sorry' and pulled the torture device from his face, which had been a flushing blue! Two odd spindly things twitched from under his brown hair...and rose like antennae perched over his head. When he saw her staring back, he raised two hands, while the other was still holding the bowl, and covered his eyes.
He dropped the bowl onto a nearby table, turned and slammed the door behind him. A moment later "I'm really s-sorry".
The embarrassment in the voice had her immediately backtracting...with a shiver and a sigh, she walked over to the corset, picked it up and cruelly threw the stupid thing across the room. Shrugging on the gray tartan shirt she calmly walked towards the door, pressing her ear against it to listen.
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 10, 2011 21:04:11 GMT -5
Upon slamming the door Bédoier continued to cover his flushed face, unsure of what do to. Just standing there for a period of time he stood completely still until he finally walked over to the bathroom, his shoes which he had taken off earlier usaully replaced the soft scraping sound his feet made. In the mirror he quickly glanced at his face and saw that it was a bright blue, not to mention his long antennas were poking around without him knowing. His mouth opened in shock "Oh merde she saw me!" he silently yelled at himself.
Grumbling at his stupid actions he ruffled his small claws through his messy hair forcefully and walked down the hallway. Unknowingly for once in the house there was a toy on the floor, a little painted bird which the butterfly didn't noticed. His foot latched on to the wing and down he fell with a hard thump, his wings unlatched the coat like disguise as a sort of reflex.
Bédoier just laid flat on the floor tired of falling around all the time and grumbled "Why am I always so clumsy?"
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 10, 2011 21:33:35 GMT -5
At the thump, Siofra worried. At the grumbled comment, she snorted.
Opening the door a little she peeked down the hallway, and sure enough, the man with the two left arm, antenna was laying on the floor." If it's any consolation, my luck hasn't been the best o' late either..."
She looked him over, the brown coat was open but- Ah, attached to his shoulders, like, weird butterfly-ry wings...
"Yer not a hallucination are ye?" She asked, casually crossing her arms. smiling a little ditsy at the man/thing/whatnot.
"If no, I've seen worse...and uglier..."
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 10, 2011 21:47:03 GMT -5
The click of the door opening made his antennas twitch upwards but he quickly slicked them back naturally to not scare her. 'wait what about my wings and arms?... ugh never-mind.' he thought. Still staring at the floor he listened closely to the things she started to say, she seemed to be carefree and didn't notice his odd features. He concluded it was probably because she was still drunk, or at least thought she was.
What caught his attention is when she mentioned how ugly he was '...she caught on.' he nervously thought and attempted to get up but he landed hard before and his arms didn't feel like obeying. Still he tried to get up only using his legs which just kept slipping and skidding his face deeper into the floor.
Giving up he let his legs fall to the floor with a thump and groaned, this just wasn't his day.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 10, 2011 21:55:12 GMT -5
She was mental, just plain mental. There was no way this was real...I must be really drunk...Am I?
Shaking her head carefully, she could already feel the drunken stupor leave, giving her a very dry throat, sandpaper-y tongue and *gurgle* an empty stomach.
Oh. That's why!
"Havin' the drink on a empty stomach is for experienced men, gel, you can hold the drink, but no wit-hoot something to hold it." Her Nan has once said, Siofra was eager to show her wrong. It had ended much worse than now.
'Right....why am I not...doing something...he's not...that scary...just...different....'
Those antennae things, they twitched distractingly. Reaching out a tentative hand she brushed a pale finger of the spindly feelers.
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