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Astor Bennett wants to kill things (miami_angel97) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-15 02:58:00

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astor bennett, complete, day 32, laura moon

Day 32
Who: Astor Bennett and Laura Moon
What: Astor's not feeling well and can't figure out the thermometer
When: Day 32, morning
Where: B214, Astor's room
Status: Incomplete
Rating: G

When Laura agreed to come over and help her out, Astor shut her journal, tucked it neatly between the mattresses and rolled over in bed, groaning and clutching the teddy bears (one with a hot water bottle inside it, as per Rose's suggestion) tightly. Her eyes fluttered shut and she furrowed her brow against an uncomfortable flop of protest from her stomach after having rolled over. She really hoped that her bellyache was just that. That perhaps she'd indulged in too much sugar against Sam, Sam Winchester's advice. At least if it was that, she'd feel better sooner and she could play Candyland with Gray.

Being stuck in bed was sucky already, but being stuck in bed without Cody to talk to or Mom to make her feel better? That sucked the big one. It was almost as bad as being sick when she was at the neighbor's house cuz Mom and Dex both had to work at night. As far as Astor was concerned, there was nothing worse than being sick and not being at home. It made it easier for her that her room here looked identical to the one at home, but still. It wasn't home.

A knock on the door made Astor open her eyes again. Her mom would kill her for not getting up to look through the peep hole to check who it was, but she didn't want to move and it was probably Laura, anyway. "Come on in," she called out miserably, closing her eyes again.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-19 01:40 pm UTC (link)

The girl was cute. Then again, there was no such thing as a kid who wasn't cute. They, inherently, possessed the ability to be adorable at a moment's notice. Even when she was sick, Astor was a cute kid. She was a young kid, too. There was a moment of pause in her mind. Fucking planet, she remarked. What the hell was it doing, dragging a kid her age to this place with no one familiar to take care of her? She wrote such long, interesting journal articles that Laura hadn't noticed just how young she was. Ten? Eleven? Another moment. It was around that age that Laura had lost her father. She knew what it was like to be alone. Her mother never gave a damn, was always busy with her more beautiful, more interesting, more promising older sister. She was the invisible one, Daddy's Lost Girl. Looking at Astor, she couldn't shake it. She just kept coming to the same realization over and over, the memories of her father.

One of those strange headaches came over her suddenly. It was happening again. Confusion. No, she wasn't alone. She had a younger brother. She liked him a lot. She spoke enough for both of them. No, that wasn't right. Laura only had an older sister. No, Laura didn't have an older sister. Her eyes closed tightly for a moment. The memories got mixed up again. She hated getting confused with the people that she met. The whole collective memory thing, that the idea that all of mankind shared one giant overbrain, had to have some truth to it. It was driving her crazy.

"My eyes?" she asked, confused though she still had that blank tone. It never went away. What was the girl talking about? She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Oh, right. It was light out. People could see her better in the light. Her fingertips reached up, and she traced them over the dark circles. A shake of her head and she chuckled. "No, don't be sorry. You weren't rude." Her hands folded in her lap as she looked over at Astor, who had rolled to face her. "Do you like secrets?" she asked. Little girls generally liked secrets, and Laura didn't like to lie. If the girl didn't want to know, she wouldn't tell her. If she did, though, she'd be very forthcoming about it. Delicate, less blunt than usual, but forthcoming. She at least had the common sense to know that you didn't hit children with comments like 'oh, I'm a walking corpse' the same way you'd strike an adult with them.

Giving the thermometer a shake, she leaned closer to Astor. When she was in proximity, the smell of her perfume became apparent, but there was also something less pleasant, more chemical and more dank, that she smelled beneath the layer of spicy sweetness. In Astor's view, she pressed the button. The digital readout blinked 000.00. She stuck the thermometer in Astor's mouth and tapped the button again. The numbers began rising, calculating her heat. Laura was overtly careful not to touch her, not wanting her cold hands to frighten her. Silently, stilly, she waited for the thermometer to beep and let her know if the girl had a fever or not.

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miami_angel97
2009-02-19 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Laura seemed a little confused - judging by the way she reiterated Astor's question and then looked over at the mirror as if she wasn't quite sure what Astor was talking about. Astor furrowed her brow slightly. Didn't Laura know that she looked like somebody punched her in both eyes...?

But, in any case, she laughed a little and shook her head, telling Astor that she shouldn't be sorry and that she hadn't been rude. Astor tended to disagree, because she knew better than to ask questions like that so out of the blue, but if Laura wasn't mad, she supposed it didn't matter much. "Sure, I like secrets," Astor said with a grin. "I'm really good at keeping 'em," she added.

When Laura leaned closer to her, Astor noticed the perfume. It did not smell very nice, she didn't think. Trying not to wrinkle her nose - because that would be rude - she opened her mouth for the thermometer, having watched the way Laura used it. She thought maybe she'd be able to do it herself if there was a next time.

The smell was giving her a little bit of a headache, but she didn't want to hurt Laura's feelings when she was being so nice. It smelled almost medicine-y to Astor. She looked expectantly up at the other woman without opening her mouth again just yet, when she heard the thermometer beep

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