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Tweak says, "CHIGIIIIII!!"

It's a Graves thing (soundofwings) wrote in doorslogs,
@ 2012-07-22 14:54:00

Entry tags:

alfred pennyworth, plot: memories, violet harmon

Who: Iris / Alfred Pennyworth
What: Memories Plot
Where: Passages
Things to avoid: Are you kidding, this is Iris. When have I avoided anything with her? (Translation: Nothing.)

Was she stable? By a medical definition, she doubted that she ever was. But her moods had calmed and everything had retreated once again into its cotton swaddling. It was enough that she could at least function, and function meant that she needed to let Alfred back through the door. No matter what Luke had said, she knew in her heart that Bruce needed Alfred, and it was what she could do to deliver.

The dizziness and slight roll of her stomach was ignored, blamed on the once-again rising levels of medication in her system. It would take a while for everything to settle again, and she sighed at a slight wave of nausea. The abrupt turning of the cab she'd called to take her to the hotel did nothing to help, but she ignored it as they pulled up to the front of Passages. Climbing out of the car, the ground seemed to shift again with her vertigo, and she clenched fingers tight around the car's door frame. A moment passed, the driver peering back and asking if she was alright, but she simply waved his questions away and headed for the front door of the building. Her steps wove and she finally began to worry, because that wasn't quite normal, not even as a pharmaceutical side-effect. She hurried, wanting to be inside, and made it as far as a dusty chair in the lobby before she needed to sit down, her legs giving out beneath her.

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ex_haint987
2012-07-26 03:38 pm UTC (link)

That mad whispering, it was starting to make Jules' skin itch, and he wanted to go running and never stop. He stepped a bit clear when she started going on about the blood on her hands, and he almost went running when she mentioned getting blood on her dress. It was all he could do to reach into her pocket and drag out a key, and then he stayed close enough to make sure she didn't go tumbling down the stairs, without actually touching on her any.

"Almost there," was all he said, because he didn't want to go contradicting the mad woman. Last thing he wanted was her turning all that hate around on him.

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soundofwings
2012-07-26 05:10 pm UTC (link)

She looked over at him as they reached the fourth floor and neared the DC door, pausing her steps. She took the key from his fingers carefully and shook her head at his expression. "Don't be afraid. It's all in my mind. It always is." A quick glance at the key showed her a single phantom droplet of blood dripping from it. She bit her lip and took a shaky breath, realizing in her strange half-way state between reality and the memory, that all the blood likely wasn't there. And that her strangeness (as always) was something awful for those people that didn't know her. With distant eyes fixed on his face again, she tried to give him a reassuring smile, the smallest tip of her lips. "Thank you. He'll help me inside."

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ex_haint987
2012-07-26 05:53 pm UTC (link)

He slowed when she did, and he didn't try real hard to make sense of her words. He just watched the door change, and he let go of the key as she took if from him. "You go on inside. I'll wait until you're through," he offered, nodding toward the door once more. "I ain't afraid of you, honey," he added apologetically. "I'm afraid of near everything. Ain't you." He paused. "Go on."

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soundofwings
2012-07-26 06:26 pm UTC (link)

"...There's always something to be afraid of," she replied, still looking directly at him. "But if you fear too much, it breaks you." It was said with certainty, as if she'd seen the proof of it for herself. "...you're not broken yet. I can tell."

That was it then, and she turned toward the door, slipping the key into the ornate lock set into heavy wood. It wasn't that old, but it was solid and was thick enough to have cost a pretty penny. Pushing it open revealed Wayne Manor's front foyer, floor polished to a shine and catching the sun that came in through the windows. Iris didn't look back again before stepping over the threshold.

Alfred turned to look back through the door before closing it and nodded at Jules. "Thank you... sir." There was a bit of a hesitation, but Alfred dealt with Bruce on a regular basis. He could stand just as unruffled in the face of a boy in a skirt. Thanks given, he carefully shut the door behind himself.

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