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I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel (audiomorbid) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-04-24 21:00:00

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dione castel, sheldon mackendrick

Tuesday; December 25 2007
Who: Dione (&Dexter) and Sheldon
When: Christmas Day, afternoon December 25th
Where: Dione's Cottage
What: Sheldon, realizing he hasn't seen Dione in a few days, decides to drop in on the medium and make sure she's still alive.

Dione hadn't gotten any better overnight. Instead, she seemed to shrink into herself further as the night wore on until by morning she truly seemed a shadow of herself. She refused to get out of bed, previously she had at least wandered about her home, not trying to go anywhere, but at least she was out of bed. It seemed even that had been abandoned in favor of simply remaining in one place.

Dexter had given up talking to her as she wasn't answering him anymore. Nothing, hours upon hours of silence only broken by the sound of her breathing. At least she was still breathing, that was one small favor. Though he did find himself wondering if this might not all be easier if his sister did die. It was a line of thinking he squashed quickly, but it kept coming back. Would things be better if they were both dead instead of one of them being dead and the other alive? He loved her. He wanted what was best for her. He would not condone that course of action.

It was afternoon, the wane sunlight of water was filtering through the windows to throw patterns on the floor. The light would start to fade into darkness soon. Another night of her alone in this house, another night of her curled up in a pathetic ball. Perhaps the only thing making it truly bearable for him was the fact she wasn't crying anymore. It hurt worse when she cried because he wanted nothing more than to make her not cry anymore. He wanted her to be happy again. Anything to make her happy again. If things continued this way, he might have to go find Irei and see if he could convince Sascha to come roust her out of her bed.

Sad that he needed someone else to help him, but when stuck with being an incorporeal ghost, one took whatever help was available. He was slightly surprised by the sound of someone coming up to the door. Dione didn't have visitors at home. Who was this and why were they here? And better, would they be enough to get her out of bed?

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thegambler
2009-04-25 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Sheldon felt a deep sense of perversion. Though normally he made inappropriate propositions on women and followed them to places to do various activities that weren't exactly meant for the temple, he felt wrong for following Dione to her house one night. But as he asked her once before, who was taking care of her? If he was robbed of his sight he would be frightened, that much he would admit. Especially with all these frightening events occurring. Though he waited it out a few days to see if maybe Dione wasn't social, he grew worried and decided to check up on her. She could be angry with him but it was a small price to pay.

The psychic could use the piano tuning as an excuse. His fingers were sore and slightly bloody from the tuning. It was harder to find the correct tools for such a task, but he wanted to motivate the medium to get out and play once again. The bar knew that the atmosphere was different. It was like the place was naked without her playing.

When Sheldon arrived at her place he noticed a basket of various baked goods, candles and other things wrapped up neatly at Dione's doorstep. That's when deep worry settled in. She didn't even check the door once today. He felt intrusive, but he scooped up the basket and checked the door to see if it was locked. When he could easily get inside that's when his nerves heightened.

Walking slowly inside, his feet echoing in the cottage he called out for Dione.

"D-Dione?" He didn't want to venture to far inside so for a moment he just stood there.

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audiomorbid
2009-04-25 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Dione didn't lock her door because keeping up with keys was difficult for her, not to mention the simple fact being she rarely remembered such things. So the door swung open easily into the front room, an extremely empty place truthfully. There was one chair, a piece that could be considered a coffee table, and a bench underneath the window. Not exactly the kind of place that screamed I want company. The kitchen was in a similar state of emptiness, there was a cup on the counter, one of two kept in the whole house. A pair of plates, both clean, stacked in one of the cabinets. There was currently no food at all in the house. What there had been, she'd consumed during her time alone.

For those sensitive to ghosts, Dexter's presence was obvious as he came out of Dione's bedroom and walked into up the front hall. He had seen Sheldon before, listened to the conversations the man had with his sister, thought he was something of a buffon in his own opinion. However, buffon or not, he might be the catalyst required to make Dione start paying attention to her life again.

Both of them heard him call Dione's name. Dexter couldn't respond. Dione herself simply didn't respond at all. The woman hadn't gone deaf as well as blind, it was simply a matter of her not feeling as if it was worth it. She laid there curled up under her blanket unwilling to deal with the idea of another person. Even if that person was trespassing in her home. Obviously, she didn't care to defend her own life.

Dione, get up, please. You have a visitor. A visitor who looked like he might be afraid of what he could possibly find.

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ooc: sorry for the wait!--and Dexter? LOL

thegambler
2009-04-28 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Sheldon was quite keen on sensing unusual occurrences in the atmosphere. While psychics were pinned as just being able to tell the future, Sheldon himself noticed that it made him more sensitive to anything and everything around him. While not a medium, he could tell right away that there was "someone" besides Dione in the house, but they were not threatening. Not to mention, he was a big believer in ghosts.

Dexter's presence at first slightly frightened Sheldon and made him step back in a fashion that stated reassurance of his company. He felt a little awkward putting his hands upwards to something that wasn't there for his own eyes.

"I mean no harm. I'm..uhm. Just going to look around and try and find your..friend?" Sheldon knew the ghost was harmless but he didn't know what it was to Dione. Family, friend-whatever it was he wanted to make sure that it knew he wasn't there to harm the medium.

When the psychic found her bedroom, he knocked on the frame of the door before he entered. "Dione?" A woman's bedroom was their domain, so he made sure to keep his eyes only straightforward to where she was buried underneath the covers. He watched her for a moment and looked behind almost afraid of what the "spirit" in the room was thinking. Great, now he had an audience. It made him feel a little worried about his next approach, but he believed he was doing the right thing.

Sheldon was careful when he sat on the edge of the bed and he tried to find a peaking area to find a reasonable way to uncover her. But first, he lightly shook her.

"Dione. Are you alright? You've been away for days."

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audiomorbid
2009-04-30 09:14 am UTC (link)

That was one thing about being a ghost, you could learn a great deal about others without them learning anything about you. Dexter knew that Sheldon was the bartender at the Wine Bar. Knew the man thought his sister was attractive, an idea which made him a little leery, if only because Dione was a novice about relationships. The same feeling he felt toward Dante, or so he convinced himself. However he might feel about the friends in Dione's life, he couldn't help her. She needed help at the moment he couldn't provide. So he just followed along as Sheldon moved through the cottage, keeping an eye on him.

There was a chair in Dione's bedroom, an odd thing perhaps, but it was Dexter's chair. He tended to sit in it or hover in its general vicinity when he was in the room. At times, he might crawl into bed next to his sister and just be there, but so far, he had chosen instead to simply settle in the chair and watch what went on.

Dione's only real reaction to Sheldon was an attempt to pull away. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she certainly didn't want company. It was easier to just settle in her misery and remain there. Well, at least she didn't start to cry again.

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thegambler
2009-05-04 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Sheldon was respectful enough to leave Dione in what he considered her place of comfort, but that didn't stop him from talking to her. "Why won't you leave your house?" He began to ask gently, making sure it didn't sound like an annoyed scold or like he was trying to rush her for an answer. But he was terribly worried. "Everyone misses you. They look at the piano like there is something wrong with it. They wait for you night at day." He tugged on her blanket. "I wait for you." He didn't know if that would make her feel better of worse.

"Did somebody hurt you? Scare you? It's hard to tell if someone broke in because your house is..so..vacant. There is pretty much nothing in here." He couldn't help but pretty much ask questions continuously.

"Have you eaten? At least had some water? You could get sick. Whoever is in here must be worried as all hell about you too but he can't do as much about it." Sheldon stated sadly with a sigh.

"Dione please..say..something. I promise I am here to help."

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audiomorbid
2009-05-04 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Dione was listening because Sheldon was talking, not so much paying attention to him, but simply listening to him talk. It had been a while since anyone other than Dexter said anything to her, part and parcel of the fact that she hadn't been out her front door in almost a week. Other than to occasionally go pee, she hadn't gotten out of bed. Nor did she see the need to. Nope, she just laid there and listened.

She wasn't hurt, just depressed. Tired of being the survivor when everyone she cared about died. That was the part that hurt, knowing that everyone around her disappeared and left her behind. For any person that's hard to deal with.

Sheldon knew Dexter was there, which surprised her. Few people were aware of her brother in any real way. He walked through them and they might possibly get a bit of a chill, nothing more.

"His name's Dexter," it was a mumbled sentence. "He's my twin." Dione made perfect sense to herself and Dexter actually breathed a sigh of relief since she was actually talking.

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