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Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery (naturallygwyn) wrote in inpoormerit,
@ 2010-04-10 22:50:00

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I'll Take the High Road
Who: Gwyn & Jamie
When: Afternoon
Where: Golf-4

She didn't know this Jamie bloke, and yet his invitation nagged at her as she stared at the screen, fingers poised over the keyboard for a reply. Gwyn didn't know what she was going to say, however. She probably would never have given it another thought were it not for the fact that he had told her he was a fellow Scots. After several internal moments of debate- for talking to herself aloud was barmy, for one, and led to a nauseating number of smells to wallop her senses- she got up, grabbed the world's shortest shower and then finally left her cottage-flat-thing.

It was difficult, but she tried very hard to keep her mouth closed as she moved through the village. Even the slightest intake of breath through just the tiniest parting of her lips brought a mind-blowing mélange of smells to her nose. She wondered if it would be possible to find any duct tape around; taping her mouth closed was beginning to look more and more like a viable option at this point. Her stomach churned when she thought about the experience that had been breakfast... and then dinner. Gwyn never thought it would be possible to smell each and every possible ingredient in her food- including the bloody preservatives. That had almost set her off food forever.

As she approached the Gulf block, she saw the wrecked window of one of the cottages and assumed it was former domicile of that woman, Drina. Just seeing it sent shivers of fear running down her back. Jamie had suggested something about a werewolf, but... It was just ridiculous, right? Things like that just didn't exist. The animal tracks leading from the broken window, however, gave her significant pause. She stopped just a moment and crouched down, tracing the lines of what looked like huge paw prints with her hand just above the ground. She parted her lips and took the smallest breath. Wet earth and grass and some kind of animal scent fell on her tongue, making her head swim. The latter was so faint that she thought it might be hours old, maybe even left over from those wolves that had wandered through town.

She stood up again and moved on to Golf-4. On approach, she began to wonder at how she had reached the irrational decision to come in the first place. Something told her that he might be able to help, however, and so she knocked on his door. As she waited for his answer, she began to wonder if she should have brought something, like a baked good or something. Ah, well, this was all impulsive anyway.

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_intherough
2010-04-17 02:52 pm UTC (link)

"Weel, not everyone can be a god of technology like I am," he said in a puffed up sort of way. He knew perfectly well that he wasn't a god of technology but he was pretty good with it. Still, he was really just trying to be funny. He waved dismissively at any implications of kindness but said nothing in particular about it.

It seemed to take forever for her to swallow her first gulp of water but if her sense of smell was getting all whacked out then that probably had something to do with it. He settled on the arm chair to one side, not wanting to crowd her too much. It was really rather funny how she pronounced computer - almost cute even but in that childish sort of way. "Aye, that's where. I'm right glad that 'animal' was the main scent and not blood... Ye do nae happen to recall how many human scents were about do ye?"

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naturallygwyn
2010-04-23 01:20 am UTC (link)

She laughed at his levity, and decided that he was a nice bloke. It felt a little weird to be laughing, as odd as everything was at the moment, but it was absolutely what she needed to get through this. She took another drink as Jamie sat, and then a few more. It seemed to be the only thing that helped the nausea that hit her every time she opened her mouth.

Gwyn cocked her head to one side a little at his question, and as odd as it sounded to her just thinking about it sent her memory back to it. It was more than that, though: it was sense memory that was being triggered. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember, but just concentrating wasn't helping. She took in a deep breath, blew it out, then took another drink of her water.

Letting it rest on her tongue, she closed her eyes and thought back. "Jus'... one, I think," Gwyn said slowly after she had swallowed. "Very faint an' a lot older than th', ah, dog... or wolf-thing. I'm not really used t' smellin' things like this. 'S not normal."

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_intherough
2010-04-23 02:39 am UTC (link)

Laughter was the very best medicine - that was what his mother told him although usually that was about the same time she was trying to shove a mouthful of the nastiest cough syrup down his throat... It was like she was trying to make up for it because usually there'd be some kind of comedy movie offered afterward. Usually, it worked and he forgave her for the cough syrup.

She apparently decided to really consider the question and he leaned forward a little as he watched her. So there had been another human there besides him and Cathair and some dude that'd run off. And the bloody great wolf. That was probably Drina. Still he had to be sure, "Can y'guess if it were male or female?" He flickered a smile at her, "No, it isn't but I do appreciate ye trying to remember."

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