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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 19:49:46 GMT -5
She heard the words, but didn't comprehend, not at the moment. Instead she looked back at him, her expression utterly lost, calm but blank. If he hadn't been leading her, she might have simply stopped in her tracks.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 19:54:02 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression became a frown when she looked at him blankly, as though she was not actually here with him. He slowed their walking pace but was unwilling to stop altogether, not until they were away from passersby.:: "Rossignol?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 20:01:32 GMT -5
She slowed with him, but didn't reply. Her head shook slowly, as if trying to shake away a memory, or come out of a coma. She was out now, but why had they done that? Why had they done that when they knew what would happen? Why...? The questions froze her into near immobility.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 20:14:59 GMT -5
::Pietro was quite worried for her, and he stopped when she did, not willing to pull her and possibly upset her. He repeated her name,:: "Rossignol? Can you hear me?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 20:19:42 GMT -5
"They threw me in a cell," she finally said after a long moment, still in a quiet, flat voice. "Completely dark, no light, no gloves, no clothes. And then they threw people in until I killed them. Tried to walk around them, but I couldn't. ...Why would they do that?" She didn't sound as if she were asking him, like he knew the answer. She sounded as if she were just giving voice to the questions in her head, as if someone had turned on her ability to speak again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 20:26:10 GMT -5
::Pietro's frown grew ever deeper as he listened to what she asked and absorbed the meaning behind the questions and the information. Understanding what had been done to her previously and sickened by it, angered by it. He realized that this had occurred previously, not in the holding cell now, but she had been triggered, and he wanted to punish someone for such cruelty, and for the harm to others. All of it. Managing to keep his voice level - which was the benefit of barely possessing any natural inflection - he said,:: "You are safe now; you hurt nobody today."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 20:31:13 GMT -5
She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "I'm out?" She still didn't mean 'out of the police station,' but her expression showed that she realized he was there.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 20:32:09 GMT -5
::That was an open-ended question, but Pietro was best-suited to answer in a straight-forward manner. Nodding, he replied simply,:: "Yes, you are out."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 20:36:53 GMT -5
The world came crashing in, replacing memory with reality, for the present. She turned into his arms and against his chest, taking short, halting breaths through tears.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 21:20:37 GMT -5
::Pietro did not know what was occurring in her head; he could only imagine. However, when she turned into his arms, he tightened them around her and held her close while she wept.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 21:28:57 GMT -5
Her head came up from Pietro's chest after long moments. "i have to go home." It sounded almost like a plea.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2010 21:35:32 GMT -5
::Pietro held her for as long as she needed and then nodded slightly.:: "I will get you home."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2010 21:41:51 GMT -5
"OK," she said, shakily. And then more firmly. "OK."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 17, 2010 20:59:27 GMT -5
::Pietro kept his arm around her as they continued to walk off.:: "Can you take a car?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 17, 2010 21:05:21 GMT -5
She kept close, feeling very small, which she didn't like. "I don't care. As long as we get home."
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