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Tweak says, "Silence is not the way."

Morgan Freeman (sweetwaterkill) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-18 09:56:00

Entry tags:

jormungandr, mania

Who: Dorcas & Adam
What: Dorcas makes a delivery to a bookshop owner and runs into Adam.
Where: A bookshop
When: Sunday October 17th, Afternoonish
Warnings: tbd?

Although Dorcas was not meant to be working on the weekends, her boss had asked her to make a delivery if she was headed a certain direction. She was so she did. She had picked up the book that morning and had painstakingly made sure that it was wrapped in soft leather and placed carefully in a reinforced satchel. There would be no damage to this book at her expense, thank you. Especially since this book delivery was getting her a small bonus if successful. Of course, who was going to rob a pink haired girl with a satchel that could brain a man? (Okay, exaggeration. Whatever.)

So that was why she was standing at the counter of a particular bookshop, looking extremely awkward and clutching the bag. She was also kind of arguing with the clerk who was behind the counter. He wanted her to give him the book to give to the boss. She refused considering this was a very rare and expensive book. It should be delivered directly. He was pressing his advantage since she was stammering and kind of shrinking into herself. Damn the dominant types.

"Look, just give it to me and I'll get it to my boss," the clerk said. There was no please and his tone was overly firm like he was talking to a small child who was pissing him off but he just didn't want to smack it.

Dorcas looked like she was about to cry with frustration, "N-no, I n-need to deliver it d-directly!" She was trying so hard. It was cute.

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sweetwaterkill
2010-10-31 02:24 pm UTC (link)

She snorted a little into the table, tilting her head up to peer at Adam, "Charlie's not exactly the sanest person either I'd wager." But she would never say that to Charlie's face. The woman would probably punch her in the mouth just to see if Dorcas would choke on her own teeth. Such a high opinion of ~~her cousin~~ the woman huh? She pressed her lips together, listening to him think aloud comforted by the fact that she didn't have to speak. At least until Adam asked her a question. "I've cried like a million times. And like I know things that no person could possibly know except I can't for the life of me figure out what that means. And... afraid. Very, very afraid." Dorcas did not add that she felt like some one was watching her all the time too because that was her general personal paranoia. Usually someone was watching her because of her hair or attire.

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jormungandr
2010-10-31 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Adam suddenly felt the niggling desire to speak with Charlie about what had happened, though he was far more interested in her perspective of what had happened than in passing any judgment on her sanity or lack thereof. He kicked himself for not meeting more of his housemates, so such questioning would be less obtrusive; but in a moment he recalled what little he had seen of Charlie via the building's forums, and his delay in getting to know her suddenly had good reason. Still, he thought, she could hardly be worse than Tyler in one of his moods. He made a mental note to talk to her, should an opportunity present itself.

"Have you talked to anyone?" he asked. "Everybody out here has a therapist, I think. It might help. Even if you do have to be a little vague about what set off these feelings." He cleared his throat, a bit uncomfortable with his own suggestion. Not everyone - himself included, often enough - chose to confront these problems head-on. He found it difficult to envision her confiding in a therapist, especially one with no prior experience with Pax Letale's strange happenings. Brushing quickly past his ill thought out sentiments, he opted for a slight change in topic, hoping to satisfy yet another point of curiosity.

"So, uh. What kinds of 'things' do you know?"

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sweetwaterkill
2010-10-31 05:44 pm UTC (link)

He could talk to Charlie all he wanted but Dorcas was pointedly avoiding her and so would not be able to make introductions. She shook her head at his first question, "No... I can't. It's one thing to talk to someone who lives in the building. Who knows. But... I can't. There's too much." Too much that came without the building, before her life at Pax. Hell, no one even knew that her family had took off on her - not even her boss. Who would believe that a family ditched their only daughter? Maybe that contributed to it. Maybe her mind was really finally snapping and Charlie had her own reasons for snapping.

Tearful and fearful eyes gazed up at Adam and she licked her lips a little. "It's like... Feeling like I know things like, um, what maggots feel like under your skin. Fish living in your skull. The things that came before the light and darkness. And the language of flowers and screaming." Yeah, that didn't sound insane at all.

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jormungandr
2010-10-31 06:10 pm UTC (link)

There was nothing to say to such an admission, and for what felt a long time it seemed Adam would not even try. But in truth he was merely turning over the things she had said, attempting to make heads or tails of what any of it might mean; he wondered what, if anything, such thoughts had to do with the floor she had found herself on. It sounded a stark contrast to the gleaming marble and polished braziers he had seen in his fleeting perusal of the level, but it was clear their experiences had deviated in more ways than one.

"I can't imagine..." he said at last, trailing off when words no longer seemed to suffice. He shook his head, black nails picking idly at the edge of the small saucer. "Hopefully it'll fade with time."

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sweetwaterkill
2010-11-01 02:51 am UTC (link)

Honestly, she hadn't expected him to sit there. Dorcas had expected him to get up and leave, shaking his head like she was completely batshit insane. Which she felt like she was, okay? The floor itself had been lovely but something there had been... wrong. Maybe not evil but definitely wrong. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying to smile but just couldn't manage it, "Unfortunately I obsess over things and right now, I'm working on research about schizophrenia..." Fade with time? Not if her brain had any say.

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jormungandr
2010-11-01 12:57 pm UTC (link)

"That's a lot to carry around on your own." His eyes flickered from her to the table and back again. Not wanting to further distress her, unwilling to pry into her reasons for such unusual extracurricular study, he felt at a loss as to how to proceed. Though he was rarely one to offer his assistance - such as it was - to those with whom he was not quite familiar, in this instance it seemed to be right: proper in a way he could not entirely identify. He found himself offering before the thought had fully formed. "If you ever need to talk, I'm in five-oh-four. I'm no therapist, but I'm a good listener, and I'm curious." His smile was weak, but sincere. "It might help for you to get this stuff off your chest."

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sweetwaterkill
2010-11-01 01:54 pm UTC (link)

Dorcas slowly sat up, rubbing her face with her hands and not really worrying if any of her stupid useless makeup was ruined. Stupid, stupid makeup. Five-oh-four was good to know but she doubted she would ever take him up on his offer. "Even with the Pax stuff, I don't think you'd believe everything I told you. So I will politely decline but I do appreciate the offer. Not really used to having any sort of friend." If they could really be considered friends having just met each other. She doubted social protocols really allowed for that.

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jormungandr
2010-11-03 12:04 pm UTC (link)

He smiled faintly, nodding; it was a sentiment he could easily understand even if he wasn't in agreement with it. He could scarcely judge her silence when he had held his own throughout his own trials. "The offer stands," he said. His eyes narrowed as he peered into her own smudged and smoky gaze, but there was more concern in that look than anything approaching judgment. "Try the forum first if you do come down. I work shift and all, so sometimes I'm not around."

He pushed his empty cup aside, tapping idly at the rim of the saucer. "I should let you get back to work," he said, moving to rise from his seat. "It was really good meeting you, Dorcas. Hopefully I'll see you around."

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sweetwaterkill
2010-11-05 03:13 am UTC (link)

Dorcas nodded a little but she wouldn't take him up on that offer unless she really started to go off the deep end. Hopefully that wouldn't happen... Hopefully. She watched him rise from his seat, frowning a little. Actually, she didn't have any other work going for her today but she didn't say as much. After all, who would want to spend excessive amounts of time with her? Oh, look at that self-esteem there... Or lack thereof. "Goodbye, Adam," was all she said in turn. She was just that damn stubborn to think they would likely not talk again.

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