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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
2009-02-21 11:15 am UTC (link)

Children were her new favorite thing ever. She had expected fear. She had expected rejection. For some odd reason, neither of these were found in the little girl who had heard her tale. A grown man had acted less nobly, less understanding, less bravely. For a moment she was forced to consider L's childlike aspects. It seemed that he and this little girl alone could stomach her story and still talk to her normally afterwards.

Placing the coin back around her neck and inside her shirt, she smiled and pulled her legs up, hugging them to her. There was something inherently sad about her smile. "Well, I don't think we'll ever really know what he needs, Astor. My husband died. He died the kind of death that isn't like my kind of death. His death was a lot less random and far more painful. I'm glad he's gone, though. I don't want him or anybody else to suffer. No one should have to die strapped to a tree with neither food nor water for days. He died for nothing."

Laura didn't know any other dead people. Astor had that much on her. It was interesting, though, the girl's calm. "Thank you for listening to my story," she said, trying to be as genuine as possible. "Hopefully we can keep that between us. I prefer to tell people on a need-to-know basis, and not many people need to know. Only the ones I like." She winked at the girl. This was going better than expected.

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miami_angel97
2009-02-21 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Astor watched as Laura pulled her legs up and hugged them to her. It reminded her of her mother when Dad was still living with them. After he'd beaten her and then left for the bar. Mom would sit on the couch and draw her knees to her chest, hugging herself...and then, when she thought no one was looking, she would cry and cry and cry. The smile Laura gave was the same, too, that Mom used to give when Astor would ask her what was wrong. She'd give that sad smile, shake her head, and in a watery voice say, "nothing, go back to bed sweetheart." Seeing Laura like that made Astor sad. Moreso, when she said that her husband had died.

"I'm sorry," Astor whispered, looking sincerely sympathetic toward Laura. Astor had never known anyone who had died back home. She'd never been to a funeral; had never felt that sort of loss. She didn't understand it...but it made her sad all the same.

Laura thanked Astor for listening to the story and Astor sat up slowly in bed, shaking her head. "I like stories," she said honestly. "Especially secrets. I'm very good at keeping secrets. I have secrets from Sam, Sam Winchester and from the Doctor and from Spike and I haven't told anybody about them," she said proudly. "And I won't. And I won't tell yours, either, I promise," she added with a smile. She giggled a little, in spite of herself, when Laura said she only told people she liked and then winked at Astor.

She might not be alive and she might look a little creepy, but Astor liked Laura. Laura was fun. And Laura didn't have a scary face like Spike...at least, not that she'd shown Astor yet.

"How long have you been dead?" Astor asked, curiosity getting the best of her. Maybe she'd been dead even longer than Spike and someday Spike's skin would be even paler than it already was and maybe someday his eyes would look bruised like Laura's. She couldn't help wondering and wanting to know. "Do you heal really fast if you hurt yourself?" she also asked, thinking of Spike's hand burning on the oven and being healed in only a matter of minutes. That was so cool...

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