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Andrew Kirke prefers walking, thank you. (groundedkirke) wrote in sixdegreesrpg,
@ 2009-05-05 16:10:00

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WHO: Andrew Kirke, Blythe Phillips
WHAT: When hallucinations come true.
WHERE: Andy's flat.
WHEN: Monday evening, 4th May, 1999
RATING: PG (language)
STATUS: Complete

Irritated by the lack of support he was receiving from the people who allegedly cared about him, Andrew tossed his quill onto the desk in a display of annoyance not oft seen -- even in private! -- and decided that it was high time he brewed himself a cup of tea, perhaps to calm himself down. After all, the stage of his apprenticeship (that he really wasn't all that passionate about in the first place) that he was currently up to was difficult and stressful and his manuals weren't making any sense to him. Let alone his ability to perform the practical tasks.

If it was him reading someone else freak out? He would promptly Apparate to their place of residence and assist in such a time of need, he would!

So lost in his thoughts was he that he almost didn't notice the fact that there was a young girl standing in the middle of his kitchen -- frozen, eyes as wide as a pair of car headlights, and dressed in a pair of dirty jeans and one of his shirts.

A very long, awkward silence ensued.

"Who the fuck are you?!" he demanded, finding his voice at very last.

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 01:24 am UTC (link)
	"Do you really have to swear?" the girl queried, blinking once as though she were affronted and baffled by Andrew's presence. She chewed her lip and cocked her head to the left. "Besides, they tell me I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." (Reply to this) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 01:28 am UTC (link)

His mouth dropped a little. "It's my flat and I can bloody well swear if I bloody well want to! And who are 'they'?!" And who was she? And why was she here? And how'd she even get in?

And DAMN, he was right and everyone else was wrong! There had been reason to be paranoid after all! Speaking of, Andrew reached into his pocket and curled his fingers tightly around his wand, ready to withdraw it at less than a second's notice. If need be. He didn't actually fancy attacking the girl if he could help it.

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 01:37 am UTC (link)
	She seemed to have become the very essence of serenity herself, and shrugged nonchalantly. "No one, everyone, does it really matter? 'They' are an entity unto themselves, nameless, faceless, unknown..." She ran a hand through her hair. "It's the point, you know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 01:43 am UTC (link)

No, Andrew did not know. He shook his head like he was shaking away a bad dream. A very bad dream. He very nearly considered pinching himself, but decided that if his subconcious was going to play tricks on him when he was asleep, that perhaps it would use a more colloquial language he would more readily understand. And besides, if he wasn't asleep, then that would lead to a whole new set of consequences.

"Bad question on my part, clearly. Okay, look," he informed her gravely. "I'm going to ask you one more time who you are, and I'm going to expect you to give me the answer without any bullshit and then I'm going to kindly ask you to leave and never return."

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 01:47 am UTC (link)
	The girl seemed to weigh this up in her mind for a moment, before looking up, smiling sadly and shaking her head. "I can't do that, Mister Andrew Kirke." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 01:52 am UTC (link)

If a panic hadn't grown in his heart already, it certainly was now! "How did you know my name?!" He narrowed his eyes and stared her down. If asking kindly wasn't going to work, maybe intimidation via expressions would!

Or not.

He withdrew his wand and pointed it at her. "I really don't want to hurt you. I'm a big believer in pacificism, but if you don't tell me at least who you are, and why you are here, then I'm going to be forced to take more drastic measures!" he warned.

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 01:53 am UTC (link)
	The girl considered this at length. "Alright. I'll tell you my name," she offered. "If you promise not to hurt me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 01:56 am UTC (link)

Clever wench, Andrew thought. He wished he was the kind of person who was able to go back on his word without feeling guilty about it -- even if in the instance of stunning a trespasser in his own home really ought to be labelled self-defence and instantaneous reaction. "You're in my house and you're wearing my shirt. I don't think you have the right to negotiate," he told her, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm not entirely stupid. I mean, who's to say you don't want to hurt me?"

Although, he really couldn't think why. Who would want to hurt Andrew Kirke? He didn't do anything to people. He was possibly the last person on earth likely to be maimed by someone, and yet, here he was with a trespasser in his clothes standing in the middle of his kitchen.

This prompted him to tighten his grip on his wand just a little more.

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sixdegreesnpc
2009-05-05 02:04 am UTC (link)

"Oh!" she cried, alarmed. "I don't want to hurt anyone either!" she insisted earnestly. "And I'm only borrowing your shirt today because my other one is quite filthy and I really don't like to walk about in filthy clothes." She pressed her lips together and looked down for a fraction of a second. "I will pay you back, I hope. I'm sure you hope just as much. But probably not nearly as much as I do, for I wouldn't be here if I had to be."

She glanced at the kettle. "Mister Andrew Kirke, may I offer you a cup of tea?"

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groundedkirke
2009-05-05 02:09 am UTC (link)

She wasn't making any more sense than since he'd first set eyes on her - her presence or her words, but there was a certain element of earnest honesty in her tone that made him inclined to believe her. But for his own safety's sake, he did not lower his wand.

He almost also wanted to accept her offer of a cup of tea, too. But common sense ordered him to remain cautious.

"No, you may not." He really ought to have stunned her by now, but that Gryffindor side of his brain would not let him for this was the first adventure he'd had since the war ended and, quite frankly, the rest of his life had faded into obscure, pleasant mediocrity. He was bored, it was boring, and this? This was exciting.

Andrew was getting the sense that he didn't mind there was a trespassing stranger standing in the middle of his kitchen offering him tea which could be poisoned - although, he had no idea why! Just that it could.

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 02:10 am UTC (link)
	"Oh," she replied, looking rather dejected. "Well, I'm a very good tea-maker. Maybe another time?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	groundedkirke 2009-05-05 02:16 am UTC (link)
	"Probably not," Andrew replied firmly. "Because I don't know your name and when you leave I won't be able to find you. Because I don't know who you are." Or why she was there. Or anything, really. But then, as some people might like to put it, the things Andrew didn't know could and did fill several libraries. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 02:17 am UTC (link)
	After an excruciatingly long pause, it appeared that would, after all, concede to sharing some answers to Andrew's many and insistent questions. "Well, my name is Blythe. Although, if you did send me away, I'm not sure I could direct you as to where to find me. I don't really have a home, you see." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	groundedkirke 2009-05-05 02:20 am UTC (link)
	"So, how did you get in here?" he asked. It was a reasonable question, after all. Perhaps his tone wasn't, but he wasn't watching that right now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 02:21 am UTC (link)
	"Oh!" she beamed. "You left the door open one day, and I was just walking up the stairs because I thought that I used to live here, and so I came in and there wasn't anyone here. I'm sorry, it's not a very good story, is it? Shall I tell you how I climbed through the window after a flying horse delivered me here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 02:26 am UTC (link)

Andrew stared. "No, not really. I'm good with the original version. Please, do continue," he urged. He wasn't sure what to think yet and was hoping that by the end of this odd tale, either things would start to make sense, or he'd have an excuse to stun her and deliver her somehow back to St. Mungo's. And possibly get his mental health checked as well.

Or perhaps visit the Leaky for a good shot of firewhiskey or ten.

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	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 02:26 am UTC (link)
	She tilted her head and gave Andrew a very curious look. "But that's it. You wanted to know how I got in, right? That's how!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	groundedkirke 2009-05-05 02:31 am UTC (link)
	"Well, then." Andrew frowned. There was more to the story, obviously, but asking her to recount it was like pulling teeth. "You know where the door is, Blythe. I'm certain you can let yourself out." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sixdegreesnpc 2009-05-05 02:33 am UTC (link)
	For the first time since this entire exchange had began, Blythe began to look very seriously worried. "Couldn't I stay? Just a little longer? I'm very hungry." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

groundedkirke
2009-05-05 02:35 am UTC (link)

He considered his options. He could either be feeding a potentially dangerous person who could turn out to be a serial killer and he was the unfortunate next victim, or he could be feeding a homeless person who really just needed a hand and a little bit of support, or he could toss her out of his apartment and forever feel guilty.

He was going to use the good old Kirkes Believe In The Best Of People strategy that he learned from his dad and go for option number two.

"Fine. You can have a sandwich."

What everyone else was going to say? He had no bloody idea. But he was sure it wasn't going to be all overly positive. Possibly they were going to send him to drug rehabilitation and ask questions later, this time.

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