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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 12:38:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, cheryl mason, day 07, edward scissorhands, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day Seven - Afternoon
Who: Cheryl Mason, Edward Scissorhands, and Shannon Rutherford
What: Meeting Edward and digging him out of the snow (lol poor guy)
Where: Between the museum and the theater to start and then off to find Edward
When: Day 7, afternoon
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete; dropped

Shannon had been, needless to say, horrified by the idea that Edward hadn't said a word about being stuck out in the cold steadily getting buried in the snow until it was up to his chin. When he'd mentioned it in the journals, her maternal instincts kicked in and there was no way anyone was stopping her going out and at least trying to find and help the poor guy. He said he was a man, but his innocence - and not to mention handwriting - suggested a very childlike mind. Shannon wasn't sure he was just insanely sheltered or perhaps a touch mentally retarded, but either way, she couldn't just leave him there. So, when Cheryl said she was going out, Shannon had jumped on the chance to offer to help. If there were two of them working at it, the job would be done much faster.

If she remembered right, Cheryl was staying in the theater. For all Shannon knew, she'd since migrated elsewhere, but it hadn't occurred to Shannon to wait a few minutes to ask. Instead, she bundled up, grabbed her two-by-four and torch, and headed out in the direction she thought Cheryl might be in, making sure to keep her eyes peeled in case Edward was in the same area in which she was going. It seemed a bit silly that two girls were the ones going to help Edward out of the snow, but no one else had seemed to notice. That figured...

The wind whipped at her torch and she was fairly certain that if not for the liberal amounts of lighter fluid she'd soaked the canvas in when she'd made herself a new one, it wouldn't have done her any good to have the damn thing at all. She thought maybe if she stuck the torch in the snow on one side of Edward, it might melt the snow a bit while she and Cheryl dug around the other side. It was worth a shot anyway.

Squinting against the sun, she paused when she thought she saw someone moving about in front of her. "Hey, Cheryl, is that you?" she called out a little cautiously by reflex. It looked like her, but then again, the snow was coming down so hard, it could've been anyone with blonde hair and a similar stature and Shannon wouldn't have known the difference.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-15 10:10 pm UTC (link)

How Edward was taking this as well as he was was beyond Shannon, but he seemed to be not only taking it in stride, but keeping a sunny outlook. Not sunny. Sunny reminded her of Luna and she didn't like Luna. Bright outlook. That was better.

Up close, Edward looked very pale and disheveled, but his eyes were still bright and childlike. He hadn't been lying; he was a man...but there still remained an endearing sort of innocence and blind happiness there. Shannon couldn't help smiling slightly. "She's Cheryl and I'm Shannon, by the way," she tacked onto Cheryl's statement.

Had Shannon gone around the other side of Edward, she might've noticed the ominous arm, but she hadn't and instead, went to work digging the excess snow away from him the with two-by-four. "Geez, you really hung in there with this, Edward, you're a trooper, bud," she replied. Once she'd worked away as much as her arms could stand, Shannon dropped the wood and shook her arms out as she shivered, trying to help her blood circulation; her fingers were red, raw, and numb before she even started to dig at the snow with her bare hands.

"Same goes for me, if I hit anything that isn't snow or if I hurt you," she added. Because, really, she almost thought if she and Cheryl hadn't said as much, he wouldn't let them know if they did hurt him and that was definitely the last thing Shannon wanted. While Cheryl worked up near the highest point of the snow, Shannon worked down a bit lower to pick up the slack. "You must be freezing..." she murmured more to herself, really, than to Edward, even if he was the one she was addressing.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-16 12:54 am UTC (link)

Edward took most things pretty cheerfully; from his perspective, he didn't have many reasons to be moody or upset. Most days, he was amazed that he'd even managed to be alive, when the odds of his existence really worked against him. He was a mess of used body parts and odds-and-ends, so to be was a gift that Edward never lost appreciation of for a moment.

His face brightened when Cheryl said their names. He had spoken with them both over journals, of course, but this was the first time he'd met them. "Oh! Cheryl and Shannon! You're both very nice," he said, with a broad smile. "Thank you for coming to help me!"

He looked perplexed when Shannon called him a trooper, since he was definitely not in the military, but continued to smile gratefully. Oddly enough, Shannon was correct in assuming that Edward wouldn't say anything even if they did manage to hurt his leather-encased body. He had a long history of patiently enduring things that hurt; it hurt for someone like Edward to be created, after all. "I'm not freezing! It's cold, but it's not that bad," he said pleasantly. "Are you OK?" he asked, a shadow appearing for the first time on his open and innocent face. "Are you arms cold?"

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tufui_egoeris
2009-05-16 01:54 am UTC (link)

Cheryl found that she had to pause in her work before she had managed to break away more than a few inches of the snow. Gritting her teeth, she flexed her numb and chapped fingers against her equally numb palms but she wouldn't allow herself to rest too long before digging back in. She was rather determined to get Edward out of this mess as quickly as possible, even if he didn't seem to be too bothered by the fact that he was well and truly snowbound.

"It's not like we could just leave you like this, kiddo," she reminded him with a slight shake of her head. She knew that calling him 'kiddo' was probably a bit ironic since he was likely as not older than her but it somehow just seemed to fit. "Besides, you're too sweet of a guy to just leave to the elements."

The spreading numbness of her raw hands seemed to beg for a break and Cheryl played with the thought of putting her knife to the effort of cutting Edward from the snow. Fortunately, she recognized that doing so would be a bit too dangerous; she really didn't want to take the chance of doing anything to hurt the guy and with her hands as they were, she likely wouldn't have all that great a grip on just about anything.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-16 02:09 am UTC (link)

Setting her jaw to keep from grunting with unladylike effort, Shannon looked up at Edward as she dug. "You're welcome, sweetie," she said. "Like she said; we couldn't just leave you here." Shannon didn't really want to explain why, because it was too grim for her to want to think about. She felt a bit badly that she talked to him like he was one of her girls; she tended to use "sweetie" a lot on the kids in her ballet class once upon a time and now it seemed to extend to Edward.

Shannon had been watching Edward's face for signs of...well, she didn't know. His lips weren't all blue, although he was really pale. Maybe they should fucking hurry. In fact, she thought so much that they should hurry it along if at all possible, that she found herself digging harder until she felt a nasty stinging sensation on her hand and gasped, pulling away as though she'd been burned. "Ow, fuck..." When she brought her hand up to examine it, she frowned, furrowing her brow at the blood on her palm.

"Shit...hang on..." she murmured, wrapping the bottom of the hoodie around her hand and holding it there to stop the bleeding. "Edward, are you wearing a belt or something?" she asked, looking over at Cheryl with an expression that said take it easy just in case.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-17 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Both of the women were being so kind to help him... the fact that their hands were red and stinging was not lost on him. He decided that he'd do something super-nice for them once he was unburied, so that they wouldn't feel at all bad about helping him when he needed it.

Just then, he felt something brush against one of his hands, and heard Shannon cry out sharply and swear. He flinched, aware of what must have happened. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry...!" he said softly, eyes wide. This had happened before... he always wanted to help, when he accidentally cut someone, but usually he got so flustered and upset that he panicked a bit and it was really safer for everyone if he just went somewhere quiet.

Edward was, in fact, wearing many belts. "Yes..." he answered miserably, hanging his head.

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