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Post by Vital on Oct 11, 2014 8:38:08 GMT
The gentle beat of her cavity began to develop, growing faster. Though she could not hear it within audits as many may say, no. No. The cage it is embedded within instead holds it in place the beats seeming to take over her chest, move her body in it's self. Not quick, no, slow. The steady thick beating threatened to break her cavity cage as appendages moved along the street, toward Ocean Park Hospital. Her new...permanent residence. Fingers slowly slid into pockets retrieving the cell phone and looking to the time 7pm and due to 'daylight savings' having not yet taken it's effect the darkness would soon devour the area. Lucky for her Sianity was of age to be alone in the streets no matter the time, though her current...intoxicated, state may not take well with many individuals. Oh well. Other limb reached into the bag which the woman had slung across her shoulder and pulled out a cigarette. Even this disease had taught the female nothing. Lighting the cigarette quickly the girl's voids moved over the streets. Stetson had fought in order to accompany her to this place...at 8 o'clock this morning. Too-bad she'd fought right back and won, silly boy thought she'd actually made her appointment to this place. Alas the hospital is going nowhere and the white haired young girl very well could be.
Stopping infront of the large door jaden visionaries narrowed as they moved over the large building in the middle of Centennial, Colorado. She'd come here afew times to get tests but ultimately the female truly had no idea what could be waiting for her within this place. One reason she'd spent the entire day smoking. Nicotine, thc. Just...smoking. Yet to forget was not in her path. Slowly inhaling the cancerous fumes from the thin stick between her fingers her lungs worked a bit harder in order to force the smoke from lips, but they did their duties as always. Slowly the female flicked the remains of her cigarette into the streets as passing cars continued by, lips pressing together. She had not been to a hospital since she was a mere kid, she'd been forced to get 'checked out' by Stetson and now she would be living in this place. Alone again. Visionaries closed slowly and after a moment of thinking appendages went forward through the doors of the large building and looked around. The walls so tall, white...around and around they seemed to go. Slowly the female moved forward eyes moving to the desk which was in the very middle of all things. A woman behind the desk slowly glanced up her brow raising. "and here we were thinking you might not show up" her voice held little emotion, maybe even something considered annoyance. Sianity's lips edged to the normal crooked smile a low laugh running through lips. "I got caught up in somethings.. you know. packing" sliding the bag from shoulder she lifted it with a quick wink and then the pepper haired man whom was her very own doctor appeared, just on time. "Dr. Matthew" lips curved upward and the man looked over the female taking in a slow breath. "It's Dr. Deen, Miss Digerious we've been over that" with a curve of her lips and a quick nod Sianity simply shrugged. "Of course. Of course...forgetful" eyes slowly moved over the walls curiosity dwelling within her as she tried to focus on something other than the fact that her head is in the clouds and yet she's stuck...in this place. "You're room number is 4513, would you like someone to help you find it?" Sianity shook her head slowly and took in a quiet breath. "No... I think I can find it" slowly turning the female moved away from the individuals feeling their orbs watching her but attempting to ignore the horrid feelingas she found an elevator just to the right of the corridor. Pushing the only button holding an 'up' arrow she slowly waited for the descending machine to meet her and after a moment the one to her side opened, of course. Breathing in gently hand ran through long ivory lucks before moving into the confined space and pushed the button for the 5th floor. Having taken a 'tour' of this place she knew abit about it and how the weird room numbers seemed to work. Had to if she's to stay ehre, after all. Stepping back against the wall the mid of the petite female's back met a hand rail as she attempted to drown out the silence with the quiet tapping of her shoes against the tiled floor.
Killian sat in his room blue visionaries set down as he listened to the quiet beeping of his heart monitor. Beep Beep. Over and over, the same pace. A sound which even takes over his dreams sometimes, something he never seems to get rid of. Teeth grazed lower lip as his fingers moved over the book's page found in one hand, eyes moving over the page as he read. Hmm. Music, Skillet infact, to the side of him blocking out most any noise found in the room, echoing while the door remained closed and secure. Drowning out the halls but not the monitor. The room which he was found in had an ebony couch, bean bags to the side. Covering the walls were many posters along with afew lights lurking from the ceiling. Murmuring beneath his breath the blonde slowly ran palm through light, thick, locks before visionaries set over the room, standing up from the hospital bed. It is barely passed 7 and yet he had himself locked away in here reading for 'school.' Before this place he was lucky to find time to study and after 3 weeks in here he might as well get some glasses. Incisors clamped down on inner cheek slowly, gnawing before taking off the heart monitor and putting it to the side of the bed. Leaning down the young man searched beneath the small table pulling out the portable monitor which he loathed but had to wear if there is any possibility that he might 'be active.' Of course with only three weeks here Killian had not discovered ever single..knack, in the hospital, but hey. We're getting somewhere. Slowly putting on the monitor eyes glanced around the room before walking out and into the halls. Appendages took Killian forward slowly hands sliding deep into pockets while the sound of his footsteps fell to the floors looking for someone to talk to, or something todo. Anything but sit inside and read, listen to the damn beeping. It's enough to drive someone insane, and for someone who's already attempting to cling to what's left of their sanity? That is just...not a good thing, not at all. Blue visionaries moved over the walls knowing just where to go.
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Post by Vital on Oct 16, 2014 10:16:53 GMT
Once the elevator finally set open jaden visionaries moved over the halls. Tongue ran along upper row of teeth before stepping out and moving down the white hallway. Noting silently to herself how this place could use a make-over. Some color along the walls. Even the roof. Anything to get rid of all of this milky, pale, unflattering, white. Lips remained to their crooked grin as the female walked along the hallway slowly. Now to her room. What had the doctor said again... "mm" breathing out the woman's hand slowly ran through white locks a small smile edging to lips. She'd been thinking about the dull walls and yet her own cranium was covered in white. Silly girl.
Breathing in the woman's eyes set over the walls, the numbers. 4500. 4505. Breathing in her lips pressed to a line. Perhaps she had not been completely paying attention but she hadn't wanted to stand there. Stand there and just...listen. Did she even have a roommate? How shitty would that be? She'd never even shared a room with anyone not with... Teeth grazed lower lip with the thoughts and finally vision set on 4511. That's it. Sure... Appendages sent the female forward vision setting on a tall young man with some weird fabric wrapped around his head.. Eyes. Oh god. Breathing in Sianity slowly allowed her eyes to move over the boy with the cane her cranium shifting ever so slightly to the side. "Uhmmm...hello" vocals trailed as she watched the boy, curious. Maybe he's playing a game of some sort? Or maybe she's just...seeing things. Probably. Fucking Psycho.
Killian found himself going down the escalator foot after foot he didn't wait for the slow fall downward. Lips curved upward as visionaries slowly looked over the halls features set to his normal boyish grin as he found the floors. Looking over the lobby he walked through slowly thinking it'd be a good time to go outside. Get some nice and...fresh air. Breathing in visionaries widened ever so slightly as he saw a female with long crimson locks, in a wheel chair no less. Someone new maybe? Cranium shifted ever so slightly as vision set over the girl. Hmm. Wanting to introduce himself he stopped momentarily eyes catching the woman who was accompanying the girl. Oh...okay. Maybe now is not the time to bother the female, if she's just getting here it's alot to take in... Eh. Running a palm through light locks he moved toward the large doors.
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Post by Vital on Oct 16, 2014 11:24:23 GMT
Sianity's lips pressed into a slow line. His room? Glancing to the other aspect of the room she realized maybe this isn't the right place. Well. Fuck. Shifting the bag slightly on her shoulder her hand slowly slid down the smooth inked skin of her arm. "I..." vocals trailed in attempts to find the correct words. Ah, damn it. Noting now how the boy was only half dressed. Teeth grazed lower lip and after a moment she sighed, atleast he can't see her. Right? "I'm sorry. I thought this was my room." breathing in the words the woman noted the crinkle of his nose. So he is blind...and he doesn't like her smell. Perfect, he's not going to be her next best friend by no means. Breathing in a short quick breath the girl allowed her eyes to move over the boy in attempts to think of what to say. Or which damn room is actually hers. "...I'm a new patient here. I thought my room was 4511 but i guess I was pretty...wrong." Noting how he was standing by the dresser she began to wonder why he wasn't dressed. Not even in a gown or...anything. How weird.
Killian soon realized the trouble the woman was having his lips curved downward as he moved toward the doors. "Hey...let help you." vocals trailed as he moved through the other doors getting up behind her and pushing the red haired girl through the wide doors he couldn't help but begin to wonder what was wrong with her to be in the wheelchair. Cryptic visionaries set over her and with a small smile his hands slid into deep pockets. Slowly hand moved through thick locks and lips curved upward in a smile. "uhm..Hi. I'm Killian" eyes grazed her facial features before realizing he probably shouldn't be introducing himself if she's supposed to be checking in...but then again he could always help get get to wherever she did need to go.
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Post by Vital on Oct 16, 2014 12:36:08 GMT
Sianity realized that he was laughing at her visionaries narrowing though she knew he could not see her her own smile slowly edged to lips. Alright, cool. She was already the weird new kid. Heh, oh well. Watching as he got dressed her cranium shifted ever so slightly to the side. He's pretty well built, skinny. Of course she shouldn't be thinking about all of that... Dying and drugs can do that to a girl though. Laughing quietly when he made the joke her lips curved upward, cranium shaking ever so slightly from side to side. "And here I was thinking that might be a new fashion" vocals were slightly joking as her hand slowly ran through light locks. Quite happy that he couldn't see her fumbling with the bag over her shoulder or her bloodshot eyes. "But if you want to help me, sure. Sadly I'm not a nurse or I probably would have asked you to put the shirt on sooner" the thought caused her lips to curve thinking the statement to probably be pretty inappropriate.
Killian noted how her vocals became hesitant. Unable to imagine what it'd be like the man noted how she said she was not yet used to the chair...He also noted the accent which followed her words. What kind of accent is that... Teeth grazed lower lip wondering for a moment. "Nice to meet you Reba" nodding when her vocals met his audits dark visionaries set over the girl slowly, was it that obvious that he lived here? Probably... Looking down eyes met the heart monitor realizing that that was probably more than a dead giveaway. Damn, smooth move Killian. "Yes, I live here.." murmuring the words he looked around slowly before offering a charming grin. "Home sweet home" chuckling quietly their eyes met momentarily, cranium shifting to the side. "Are you going to live here?" vocals trailed with the question.
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Post by Vital on Oct 17, 2014 2:25:01 GMT
Safe...Hmm. The man's humor is amazing and seeing the smirk which lined his lips caused the woman to wonder just how his personality might be. Maybe twisted like her own. "Safe.." laughing quietly when she heard the man's snort her eyebrow raised and arms crossed over chest slowly. "Eh...more like a 4 pack now, but not too bad" teasing him now as she shifted her bag yet again, tongue running along upper row of teeth and after a moment she looked out the door. "Well nice to meet you Ander...or, walk in on you. I am Sianity." limbs shifted from beneath her her mind calm, breathing low as she remained high and content, despite the fact that she may not be leaving here any time soon. She had an appointment in the morning, actually.." Lips curved downward to this thought now as she glanced over her shoulder slowly. "Well...wanna go now?"
Killian was relatively surprised the woman was joking with him, most people being quite moody about having to stay in this place. Good, she has spunk, heh. Breathing in when she spoke of where she was from the man was relatively curious of the girl. Africa... So that's where her accent is from? Did she think his accent was strange? He'd never believed himself to have one so this thought is interesting. With her bold words Killian's eyebrow raised slowly his vision setting from the clouded world outside which he'd planned to go then once more to the woman. Well since she'd so boldly stated then he would gladly oblige. "Well that would be an honor then, Reba. From Africa" lips curved upward in a smile as he breathed in and ran a palm through hair. "Do you already know your room number?"
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Post by Vital on Oct 17, 2014 5:59:09 GMT
"Don't worry, Ander. I'm sure the ladies will still be impressed, your 'six pack' is still in tact" laughing quietly as he posed she allowed lips curved upward to a smile and although he could not see it she quite liked the compliment. Hmm. Pretty, not exactly but a lovely compliment none the less. Walking after the man she focused on the walls the light tapping of her shoes to the floors echoed through cranium. The boy's smile is nice and though she could not see his eyes she remained curious as to what was beneath the wrap. Hmm. Teeth grazed lower lip as he left the cane behind slightly curious as to if he would be okay without it. In here... Stuck here. Breathing in Sianity laughed dryly. "I am dying" breathing the words barely audible she ran her hand through ivory cranium slowly. "Well, Cancer. Actually"
Killian nodded slowly. "Well... this place really is not so bad, if you'd like we can take your stuff upstairs...or I can give you a little tour" vocals trailed and a smile came to lips. 4501. Hmm, not too far from his and Ander's room. Actually...how is Ander even doing? Incisors clamped down on the man's inner cheek and after a short moment he breathed in.
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Post by Vital on Oct 17, 2014 7:37:37 GMT
Killian could see quite obviously the woman was zoning out and soon he began to wonder if he should have taken her up on the offer. Maybe she was just toying with him? Hmm. Breathing in he began to momentarily wonder whyy she'd only brought such a small bag. She should have more than this.. Thinking maybe it is not his place to wonder Killian's lips curved upward slowly leaning toward her he slid her bag over his arm holding it to his side he breathed in "Well then, Reba. I will carry your bag for you, and show you the best ice cream shop in the hospital" ice cream. Yes, Ice Cream. The answer to damn near everything after his diagnosis he'd eaten gallons of it. Gallons and gallons despite how it was not 'heart healthy.' As a dancer he'd always liked to treat himself to even the simple treats but now he really had nothing. He could not dance any more because of his damn heart. What's the point of living if you just wanna die?" at this point he'd never be able to live properly again. He'd never get what he needed, wanted. Breathing in cryptic visionaries slowly glanced down to the woman offering a boyish grin before walking forward his chin lifting gently toward the end of the hall.
Sianity could tell she'd made the boy happy and that fact made her too smile. Normally she would not care entirely too much, oh-no. But it was fun. This is fun. 'Sorry to hear' Lips curved downward ever so slightly as she heard the simple lyrics. Yeah.. it sucks. Dying. But it is the one thing in life everyone has to do. Not everyone lives, but everyone has to die. But what part of living says you've got to die? Teeth grazed her upper row of teeth at the end of his sentence. A new family. She'd never had much luck with...family. In fact that reference is quite terrible and caused an uneasy turn in her torso. Visionaries flickered upward as he walked. Seeming so normal except for the occasional shuffle of his feet. The occasional breath was taken is as her cranium fought around her thoughts. So...stupid. How she had to be here. Had she not been through enough? Did she not deserve to be normal for a year of her lifetime. "Well with any luck I'll be here awhile. So I'll go ahead and warn you you'll end up hating me in afew days" laughing quietly as her visionaries set over the rooms lips spreading as she saw her name beneath 4513. "That's it!" speaking more happily now she lightly touched the man's arm. "4513. Damn I am so forgetful"
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Post by Vital on Oct 17, 2014 22:04:11 GMT
To his words the curve of her lips spread the crooked smile coming to features as jaden vision set over the rather drab room. It seemed so...empty. Stetson is coming tomorrow with some things but she'd definitely have to decorate in some way. The fact that the boy was teasing was refreshing and although that could very well have been truth she laughed quietly along her fingers running through the thick ivory locks. Atleast his incapability to see would mean he could not ask her questions. Like her hair, why it's white. Most people assume it's dyed and if she claims it not to be they assume she's a liar, oh well. Can't live to please. With the single simple word Sianity took to the thought that maybe she should not have touched him. Maybe he doesn't like to be touched....she doesn't. Idiot, idiot. Breathing in her hand returned to her own canvas bringing her hands together infront of her more than a little satisfied she'd found the room as if she'd had to go find the doctor again she'd be very upset with herself. Embarrassed....and all that nonsense. Watching as the boy leaned to the wall she began to wonder slightly if he might be tired, had he been getting ready to go to bed maybe...? Damn why'd she have to walk in there. Not really knowing what to say and not specifically wanting to be rude to the boy Sianity's lips remained to their faint crooked smile as she took in a breath. "Sorry for touching you...and okay. You might just grow tired of me.. Wanna come in? I have to put my things away. Could use some company." vocals were light, soft. Company..? She hated company. She genuinely just disliked people though. Ander doesn't seem so bad though, despite the fact that he didn't like her smell. It's okay though, she probably wouldn't either. Knowing she smelt of smoke being one thing but also probably lot's of lotion, body wash, and liquor too. Weird combination if anything.
At first Killian thought the girl didn't like the idea when she began to laugh his lips pressing to a line but soon they curved upward. A key? Interesting. That's actually pretty cool. And with the thought a low chuckle ran through lips each end curving upward now. When her lyrics set to the subject of his accent the boy became a bit interested. Ge had never thought of it much but it's true Americans had a wide variety of accents. "I... honestly am not sure what kind of accent I have. I probably sound pretty different than people in Oklahoma though" as they walked and neared the large cafeteria Killian's eyes moved over the room incisors clamped on inner cheek. "Why are you here... if you don't mind me asking?" visionaries shifted downward to the girl to offer a small smile and a shift of his head. The girl has a very thick accent and it's quite strange to see someone so white coming from Africa...though he knew very little about Africa.
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Post by Vital on Oct 20, 2014 17:37:08 GMT
"A week.." murmuring the words as confirmation to herself she couldn't help but wonder what had actually happened to the man. Teeth grazed lower lip and her own small laugh was given. "Well I can vouch that you're not four, though not sure how old you are...and don't worry I don't believe in roping up people. If it's only been a week you'll get better. Before you know it you'll have like super human senses and be beating people with your stick" her vocals were slightly amused, attempting to lighten the mood a little bit. Walking into the room she stepped a bit harder not intentionally but allowing the boy to see she was moving. Once inside the woman sat her bag on the bed and looked around her lips pulling into a line as she heard the small crack to the end of the man's lyrics... is he okay? Deciding it's best not to ask about what had actually happened Sianity breathed in and gave a simple smile as she unzipped the bag. "Thank you, and sure. I didn't bring much but tomorrow I'm going to have to get some more. The day after that I get another CT Scan and probably start Chemo" the idea of starting Chemotherapy was more than a little unsettling for the girl, the fact that her bare scalp holding a bullet hole scar being one reason. The second...who the hell wants to be bald.
The boy was relatively surprised when she stated that she could not walk and instantly questions came to mind. Amputated? What had happened. Teeth grazed lower lip realizing this is probably not the time to question the poor woman about it, especially this place being so...new. Breathing in he nodded slowly offering a faint smile "I see. I have heart problems...my heart is too big" chuckling quietly he free hand through thick blonde locks deciding he shouldn't dwell more than that. The fact that he couldn't dance was the worst part of being sick but now he realized things could be much, much worse. Teeth grazed lower lip as cranium wondered through the thoughts and every now and then he'd lose his footing from not paying attention. Finally though they had come to the right place and lips curved into a boyish grin. "We're here" looking around slowly he reached into his pocket pulling out some money and walking up to the line looking down to Reba to offer a quick wink.
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Post by Vital on Oct 21, 2014 17:54:40 GMT
Michael. Lips pressed to a line with the mention of the boy's real name and remembering her twin brothers her throat slowly tightened before feeling her heart, or what's left of it, swell up as well. Suddenly she almost regretted attempting to make a friend the reminder that everyone she cared about ultimately seemed to be hurt. Her feet slowly began to hurt and like a thousand tiny needles she felt the need to take off her shoes and curl up into a ball. No. None of that. Breathing in she smiled although he could not see the crooked grin is a habit and it makes herself feel more comfortable pretending to be happy. "My brother's name was Michael" murmuring the words she watched him as bum slid onto the bed a light laugh ran through lips as she pulled out a large plush comforter which she loved it's purple and black fabric comforting to her. "Well this, goes on the bed." laughing quietly to the mention of wigs she slowly sat the blanket on the bed before running her hand through the white locks which possessed her head. Would her hair grow back darker? It hadn't when she was a child and it'd been shaved, but she's older now. If it grew back darker she might even be sad having always been used to her white hair although most people found it quite odd. "Well since my hair is bland and white so maybe that's a good thing" returning to her bag on the bed she slowly pulled out some of the contents setting them on the pillow she was suddenly slightly happy he couldn't see due to the many bottles inside as well. Eyebrow raised when he asked the question at first a bit confused thinking he wanted to take off his shirt, or..something? A low laugh ran through lips as she nodded but then smoke. "Of course go ahead." not completely sure why he'd ask such a thing she continued with the clothes wondering what his eyes looked like while doing so.
When she began to tease him Killian laughed quietly. A good thing? Well, used metaphorically sure it's a great thing. Just...in this case, not so much. It honestly sucks to not be able todo the things he loves though he often would sneak to the roof just for the hell of it. Dance until he could barely breathe, you know. That kind of stuff. Smiling cranium slowly dipped in a nod, breathing in. "Well I don't know about being sweet, but I can be nice from time to time" chuckling quietly his lips were spread to a boyish grin as they moved up in line, shifting her bag slightly. "What kind of icecream would you like, Miss. Reba?" cranium shifted to the side as he looked down to the female curiously.
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Post by Vital on Oct 23, 2014 7:37:15 GMT
Killian gave a quick nod to her words, chocolate. Such a variety. Chuckling quietly he ordered two rocky road double scoop cones and then her words met his ears. The way to a girl's heart? Is it that obvious he's terribly with the ladies. A low chuckle pressed through yet again as the boy glanced down to the female his eyebrow raising. "Is that so?" giving his own boyish grin he paid for the cones before receiving them. "Well thank you for the pointers, ma'am. I'm hopeless with the ladies...though I can vouch as a guy that put some food in front of me I could block out a confession to murder" lips curved as he shifted her bag holding the cones and listing his chin toward a table. "Shall we?" eyelid dropped in a wink as he walked to go sit down. Funny how so late in the evening they were eating ice cream, even stranger how he didn't even know the female yet he was comfortable. Awesome.
With his words Sianity tried to stay a bit happier. Truth be told she remembered little about her brothers. Each of them had blonde hair, blue eyes. Michael's darker than Mitchel's Mitchel was always the 'nice' one. Through the years she'd had so many drugs implemented into her body she's lucky to remember their names. Abuse is the word for what she'd experienced. When he slid off the fabric Sianity caught herself watching him her brow furrowing in the slightest sense with the sight, the scars looked...unbearably painful. The poor boy, what had happened to him? Vision slowly set to his right eye which appeared to have been the worse off feeling her fingers itch to touch the scar. She had her own scars, many of them infact...but seeing another's was so different. Lips pressed to a line as her green visionaries looked into those of an almost metallic shade, unseeing to her though she knew once they could see the world. To lose your vision... how crazy would that be exactly? Brought from her world when he spoke of someone with hair to match her own a light laugh ran through lips. "My hair is all white, I was born with it I believe" breathing out her body froze as his fingers found her hair brow furrowing as she watched him, why had he done that? Finding a smile playing to lips once his apology met audits her cranium slowly shifted from side to side. "No need to apologize" laughing quietly to herself she brought her hand to one of the large bottles, breathing in slowly...19. "So...nineteen eh? Want a drink?" looking at him to search for a reaction on his facade she felt herself sitting down on the bed beside him, maybe with some alcohol she'd have the means to ask about what had happened...or not. Eh?
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Post by Vital on Oct 24, 2014 16:55:10 GMT
Watching as the female struggled he could tell how tall she's been at one point in time, technically, how tall she'd still be considered. Interesting really he was curious what it'd be like if she were not in the chair. Then again without the chair they would not be eating icescream right now. Honestly Killian was quite surprised with himself for this, he wasn't the type of guy, no matter how flirtatious, to just out right ask a girl somewhere five seconds after meeting them... Then again before he hadn't been close to dying, and Reba seemed really nice. Cool, really. Noticing the redness which came to the female's cheeks and couldn't help but wonder why she was now blushing, perhaps he'd looked at her too long? Or maybe she was realizing that he was probably some weirdo. Probably second to the two his own facial features shifted while a smile slowly came to lips. When she took her icecream Killian set his own down picking up a spoon he slowly dipped it in the chocolaty substance bringing the spoon to his mouth taste buds erupted in a multitude of tastes but mainly chocolate which caused him new ease. Great, this is...normal. Just eating ice cream... Breathing in the boy glanced up seeing the smile which had rose to the female's features his brow slowly lifted, a chuckle running through. "Is it good?" cranium shifted ever so slightly to the side as he took another bite of his own. Quite surprised actually, do they have icecream in Africa? He really knew very little about the place and now... Well, meeting Reba had his curiosity up.
To his words Sianity's heart rate seemed to slow. Something special? He's simply trying to flirt but that's not exactly a compliment which takes her back. In fact she knew she was nothing special, her entire life had been some fucking freak show of events and just when it seemed like things were better, she could try to be normal... Cancer. Fucking Cancer, who'd of thought. Lips shifted to their regular crooked smile as that was all she could hold though the boy couldn't see her she knew what emotion she portrayed would reflect back within lyrics so instead her finger slid along a smooth shot glass soft skin caressing the engraved S to it. When his vocals interrupted the dreaded pace of her dome eyebrow slowly raised, glancing up to him she could see who was mainly speaking to himself. An outward thought. See it. "Don't worry, it's not that great. And I'm not that pretty" laughing gently in attempt to make him feel more comfortable teeth grazed lower lip. What would it be like to lose your vision? Everything you can see one day just...gone. Never to see the vibrant sunset, the red of an apple. Look into your lover's eyes, body, just their soul. It seems dreadful to have to readjust but...then again most people would say what she'd been through had been dreadful and she should have 'told some one.' Yes...it's that easy. A quiet laugh ran through lips when he mentioned the alternative. "The roof?" unable to disclose the amusement in her vocals the female's cranium shifted back in order for vibrant visionaries to move over the ceiling. There's a way to get to the roof? He knows it? Well this is an opportunity hard to pass up. "Well I must say the roof sounds better than sitting in my room just begging for a nurse to waltz in" vocals were soft as her vision set down to the bottles, breathing out with a sigh. Okay. Roof. Sliding them into the back she carefully placed the shot glass in as well before shifting away from the boy and off of the bed inorder to look at him though he could not do the same to her. "Which do you prefer, Ander?" cranium shifted to the side curiously watching him earnestly hoping for the alternative.
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Post by Vital on Nov 7, 2014 1:44:10 GMT
Killian ate taking in the female's words with each lick of his cone the chocolaty goodness going over his tastebuds and causing a new calm to fill him. Thinking momentarily lips tilted upward and with a quiet chuckle he slowly nodded. "the foods not so bad...well, the food stands aren't. The cafeteria meals can be pretty scary" dramatically 'shuttering' for the girl he slowly slid his tongue along the chocolate, leaning back in the chair. "Yes. we have school, morning classes actually. Then we go to lunch and do what ever the doctors have set up for us that day..." vocals trailed as he looked at her for a moment, cranium slowly drifting away with thoughts as he slowly breathed in.
Sianity's lips found a smile as the boy spoke to her and for a moment she thought about his words. Her personality isn't at all beautiful, she simply had not reared her ugly head just yet. She'd been nice to him just...because. Breathing in momentarily the woman shifted the bag to her shoulder, watching the man momentarily. "And where is the roof...." vocals trailed a smile playing to lips as the female had no idea how to get to the top of the hospital. She'd just gotten to the hospital and knew very little...did Ander know how to get up there? Breathing in slowly the woman's lips curved upward as she stepped back toward the door.
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