Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-02-15 01:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~george sands (oe), ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Mitchell, Annie, George, Nina
Where: Their apartment
What: Valentines Day Plot - It’s like an epic unrequited love explosion here.
When: Thursday Morning
Rating: W is for WTF
Open: No.
Status: On-going
It was strange, it was only the other day she'd thought of the fact isolation, or perhaps purely Island 'magic' meant there was no disease here – she'd still researched childhood vaccinations for Eve and the empty Paediatric ward still had, in date inoculations but she was already behind, the train hadn't had any – and no one on the train had caught that, strange killer flu virus that had left the town they'd stopped it desolate. But this was different, now people were getting sick – sicker by the day and more people were falling ill. It was flu, it had all the symptoms of flu but it was more aggressive, no one seemed to be fighting it, they either seemed to worsen steadily, or hover without improvement. Even run of the mill flu, flu they had back home could be virulent and even deadly– but that was the very old and the very young only that were at risk. Not young, prime of their lives individuals – they'd recover in time. Oddly, George was nowhere to be found when she'd woken – at first this had found her stomach dropping sickeningly, feeling as if it'd plunged into ice as fear crept over her; it'd happened too many times before. Kidnapping from the train, from their bed, people had disappeared lately. But, there was evidence of him having dressed for the day and Nina was content that he had not just vanished into thin air again, thus continued about her morning having mostly disregarded the nagging concerns - she wouldn’t fully be settled until she actually saw him. When Nina wandered into an empty kitchen to search for a mug and to put on the kettle, she'd left Annie in possession of a cuddly Eve, who'd had her morning feed – Annie's help allowing Nina a bit more time to get ready for work and have something to eat too. Who knew when George would be back, Mitchell no doubt wouldn't surface for some time yet, so she supposed she might wait to prepare anything. Coffee, however was her preference this morning over tea, as brilliant as it was to have their resident Ghost and expert tea brewer returned to them, Nina was in need of a little extra kick by way of caffeine this morning. Valentine’s Day, she realised as she cupped her mug of instant coffee, eyeing the calendar. The way things were going at the hospital, it wouldn’t exactly be the happiest holiday for everyone. There was something wrong, that was clear. No, it wasn’t wrong, it was simply different. There was something different and it was actually good! It felt good. He seemed to have more energy and his whole body was a little bit more on edge. Mitchell shrugged out of his shirt, sniffed his armpit and decided that he could skip the shower today. He snatched one of the cleaner looking shirts and pulled it over his head. His shoulder felt weird, strangely sore as if he had slept on something hard. He shifted his arms in an attempt to relax his muscles. They still felt sore and he left his room, massaging the strained spot. No one was there. No one besides Nina. And Jesus, did she look beautiful! Her hair was slightly messy but that just made it any more perfect. It was the ‘just-got-out-of-bed’-look and it made him stop dead in his tracks. Why had he never realised just how pretty she was? Immediately, he dropped his hand and tried to stand in a cool posture. He combed his hair backwards with both hands, cursing himself that he hadn’t picked a cleaner shirt. “Good morning,” he chirped and cleared his throat. “Have you… err… slept well?” Maybe he should take a shower? Or should he help her with the breakfast? Women liked it if you helped them, didn’t they? George had snuck out early, while he wasn’t sure what had woken him up, he nearly panicked when he realized what day it was. And that he’d completely forgot to get Nina anything. And so as quiet as he could be he eased out of the shared flat and made a dash for the shops. He was sure he wouldn’t find anything heart shaped. He was sure he’d find something she’d enjoy never the less. It wasn’t until both Mitchell and Nina were awake that he returned. Flowers and a box of chocolates in hand. A card that said I love you more than anything. And he felt set. He felt safe. Or he had until he walked in through the door. It was then that he realized that he’d got it all wrong. That, while yes Nina was beautiful, Mitchell was more so. How had he not seen it before? He was struck where he stood. Torn. Unsure as to what he should do. “M-morning!” He croaked by way of greeting. The gifts he had pillaged held before him lamely. Practically off in another world, Nina hadn't really taken a lot of notice of the fact Mitchell was soon lurking in the Kitchen, her attention snapping to him as he spoke, surprised. Spoke, not grunted general sort of greeting. And not just speaking, good morning at that? She did try not to stare back at Mitchell as if she'd been struck across the face, rather than greeted brightly by the vampire, but being still a little bit sleepy, it didn't quite work. “Morning.” She replied slowly, taking a bolstering sip of coffee – whilst attempting to decode what exactly Mitchell being chirpy – especially to her actually meant. He had most noticeably been in a better mood since Annie returned. That could be it? But to her? “Not ..too badly, thanks-” She said almost suspiciously with a hint of uncertainty in her tone, wondering what this was all about. No. She couldn't play whatever game this was right now, so she put down the mug and regarded Mitchell with a look that said she wasn't up for this beating about the bush. “Sorry- ..was there something you wanted, Mitchell?” Utterly blunt perhaps, but it was early she was still vaguely in the haze of irritability and now confusion. Mitchell trying to appeal to her good side, as a whole was not something she was used to. But the early morning arrival was an incredibly welcome distraction and her gaze shot to the door at once. “George!” She replied overly bright, as if he was suddenly going to be the saviour to this potentially quite awkward conversation. “Wondered where you'd disappeared to..” As if somehow, this was his fault. As he presented what appeared to be gifts Nina couldn't help but be faintly amused, entirely necessary but it was genuinely very, very sweet. “What's this?” she asked of the presented items, though she knew very well. In light of the holiday, sombre circumstances or not – she'd silently considered leaving the hospital early if she could be missed, or at least long enough to share some food, and wine with her fiancé. Nina had wished him a good morning! Well, not a good morning but it was a greeting. She hadn’t just scowled at him. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? The question - that was a little bit more difficult. Was it a good sign or not? At least, it provided them with a topic for a conversation. At least, it showed interest. In him. She was interested in him! Definitely a good sign! And then George entered and ruined the moment. The way Nina jumped up and greeted him nearly bore a stake into his heart. Mitchell gave his best to not look completely sour as he threw a glance into their direction. They looked so happy. Jesus, this was George! He shouldn’t think about George’s girlfriend like this! He had Annie, hadn’t he? But he couldn’t help it. Annie was far from his mind, not while Nina stood right in front of him. “Morning,” he grumbled into George’s direction while he gloomily stared at their shoes. He couldn’t face their happy faces and their sweetness was sickening. He couldn’t watch this! It was driving him insane! Jesus, he hated Valentine’s Day! |