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Post by The Jenn on Aug 17, 2008 22:40:36 GMT -5
What was that sigh for? Irritated that she'd asked? She snorted and tried poking at him again, but he'd moved and she got nothing but the empty air in front of him. Well, fine, whatever. At least he covered it up with pretty manners. She tried not to let her disappointment show in her voice, squashing down the hope that he would still be nice and open as the fuzzy started to clear from his head. "Eh, I guess that's to be expected. You were given a pretty good knock on your noggin' an' a few other places. You can't be comfortable."
She gave her back a better stretch after saying that, earning one or two pops from her spine and a relieved sigh. "I could always get you a warm drink or somethin' to help you sleep. Think you'll need it?" Her granddaddy would give her hell about being as ready to hop up and do things for the man if he knew, but she certainly wasn't letting him out of bed yet himself with a lump like that on the back of his skull.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 17, 2008 22:49:18 GMT -5
Harold was tempted to ask for alcohol. However in his current state that would probably be a bad idea. And he was also tempted to ask about how they took showers... or baths out here. He really needed to get clean sometime soon. "I suppose a warm drink couldn't hurt. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way though."
Considering she was the only reason he hadn't been eaten by some sort of horrible creature. Then again he still didn't know if he was perfectly safe. If she got bored of him... no he really didn't want to think about that. He choked back all of the whimpers and worried sounds he could possibly make and simply sat there. He had to try to focus on something other than worrying.
It was hard to think positive thoughts when you were used to thinking negative things. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. This shouldn't be so complicated.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 19, 2008 17:28:59 GMT -5
Everybody did better with a glass of hot hard cider before bed, especially the fresh stuff. A neighbor had delivered some only three days ago and it was delicious. They didn't really have anything else suitable for heating up unless he wanted a cup of the nasty medicinal herbal tea her granddaddy gave her when she wasn't feeling well. That stuff tasted like hot ass, though, so she wasn't too keen on shoving it down his throat.
"No trouble," she told him with a shrug that he couldn't see in the darkness. If she could have seen his face just then, there would have been more said.
She left, going to light a lantern and heat up the drink on the cooker. It took a few minutes and smelled good enough that she got another mug for herself. The smell of hot apples wafted into the room ahead of her and she shielded the lantern with her body at first so it wasn't an immediate glare to the eyes. "This stuff's good," she told him, offering the mug and placing her own on the small side table. "Spiced, but not the hot kind. Should be okay for you." The smell of the alcohol was overwhelmed by apple and spice, but it could very easily be tasted.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 19, 2008 18:11:56 GMT -5
Harold nodded in the dark, not like she could see it. He shook it off as he sat up. He was tempted to lean against something, but he didn't want to risk falling out of bed or anything like that. He had no idea where the headboard was.... then again he couldn't really remember if the bed had a headboard. When there was light and he could focus for more than five minutes he needed to pay attention to his surroundings.
And then he could worry about his situation even more. They weren't going to let him go...
He snapped back to reality when he heard Felaria's voice again. "Oh thank you." He said smiling. At least it wasn't the fake smile that he used so often in the courts. Even if he was in trouble, it was better than dealing with politics on some level.
The Esterberry took the cider without hesitation. The overwhelming smell of apples was something he greatly appreciated. He took a long sip of cider, and nearly coughed a bit of it out. He hadn't expected the alcohol. Well... at least it would help him sleep. "Thank you, this will definitely help me sleep."
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 19, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -5
Hot damn, the man had a pretty smile. It made something in her head go a little bit mushy - maybe that was her sense? - and she watched him avidly as he accepted the drink. "Welcome," she replied with a small smile of her own. Her granddaddy would call her a silly nit if he saw her, she just knew it, and she didn't care. As beat up and bruised and bandaged as he was, he was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and she wanted him. Badly.
Some part of her head staked a claim on him, while the rest of her just rolled its eyes and watched him drink instead. Absently, she took a sip of her cider and relished the warm burn. He still looked pretty dead to the world, for all that he was sitting up and talking to her. "I think that's prolly a good thing. You don't look none too sturdy, even just sittin' up, and sleepin' through the rest of the night can't hurt ya none. Maybe we can talk more in the mornin' an' see about gettin' you more comfortable. You look pretty ready to drift off again as it is."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 19, 2008 22:26:09 GMT -5
Harold was not the sturdy type, he had to admit that... once he had figured out what she said. Taking a long drink of the cider with his eyes closed, he then nodded. Setting the cup on the night table, carefully he leaned back. "I think you're quite right about that. Sleep can never hurt."
And hopefully he would be able to wake up.
Morning finally rolled around. Harold shifted as he squeezed his eyes shut. Light meant morning. Morning meant he had to face the day. He didn't want to.... wait. Wait. Where was he? Wasn't he in the Marsh with some strange girl.
He sat bolt up right. "Fuck," was the first word that flew out of his mouth. On the rare occasion he cursed, it was something completely profane. This was one of those occasions considering the events of what had happened to previous days had greeted him that lovely morning. The Esterberry turned his head to see the girl sitting in the chair.
Oh... this was real. Oh... oh boy.
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Post by Kiki on Aug 22, 2008 8:27:03 GMT -5
Jenn and Kari receive 4 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 30, 2008 0:45:43 GMT -5
After watching him for a little while to make sure he collapsed properly into sleep, Felaria took their mugs back into the kitchen and made sure they wouldn't have anything to tempt more bugs or critters than necessary to pass through their various barriers before returning to his room. There she proceeded to watch him for a little while longer and then pass out again in the chair. She could get comfortable in all sorts of places and positions.
His sudden 'fuck' a few hours later made her twitch awake, eyes flying open to stare at him in mild alarm. "Somethin' in th' room?" she slurred sleepily, trying to shove the groggy out of her mind for focus. "You see somethin'? What happened?" She stared back at him, slowly raising an eyebrow as her senses took in the absolute lack of anything out of the ordinary. In the background, she could hear faint sounds of movement as her granddaddy waddled around the common room.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 30, 2008 0:55:43 GMT -5
Harold's eyes widened as he looked at Felaria. "This is really happening," He whispered. It was more to himself than her, but she happened to be right there, and his shock was a little bit too much for him to think on his usual level. Before going into a full blown panic attack, however, he managed to calm down slightly.
He wanted to blot but that wouldn't exactly save him from reality. This really was happening, he really had been knocked out, he really had spent the night in a strange mansion in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. What the hell was he supposed to do.
Digging into his vest pocket he pulled out his monocle so he would at least see things clearly. At least his hands had stopped shaking to some degree.
However there was still someone in the room half asleep and confused by his sudden panic. No, he didn't want to deal with this at all. "I-It's nothing. I just... for a minute I couldn't remember where I was."
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 30, 2008 1:01:39 GMT -5
Felaria blinked at him and yawned, rolling her shoulders to alleviate some of the tension caused by her odd sleeping position. "It's okay, yanno? I can see that happenin' with the kind of bonk you took on your noggin."
Once she felt more like herself, she glanced with more awareness at him and couldn't help but admire the distinctly rumpled nature of his hair and clothes. Even his oddly smooth human cheek had lines on it from where it had pressed against his hair in sleep. How strange. She really didn't know much about humans at all. Were there many of them in the Courts?
"Lemme just go grab some breakfast and see if you can choke down real food," she offered, standing. "Commode's out, down the hall, and just outside the back door if you need to use it. Better now that it's light, for sure. If you don't think you can make it, I think there's a chamber pot under the bed." So saying, she left to grab food, rubbing sleepily at her fur.
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