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exitvoid2013-12-23 01:47 am
dontknowthisword) wrote in exitvoid2013-12-23 01:47 am
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❥ 004 — TEXT & OPEN ACTION (week 11, day 1)
Steve put up a store where the cages were.
[ As for the tortures that took place there, Ib doesn't want to comment on it. She covered her eyes while it happened, but she couldn't avoid listening to it on the earpiece. ]
He always gives me pencils and paper to draw with. Other stuff too like toothpaste. I hope he doesn't get in trouble for always giving us things.
And he always forgets names. I wonder why?
[ And one last note before she ends her text message. She had read the newspaper (the words she could read, anyway) and she's always rather wary. ]
Be careful if you're going to see the birds.
[ The small necessities that Ib received the first time she met Steve had been ruined. Now that he had opened up his store, she quickly replaced them with some new colored pencils and notepad to draw on. It was mostly to keep herself from being bored. Of course, she also got other items like shampoo, towels, and bed sheets to bring back to her suite.
Ib's in the third floor common room, seated in a chair next to a table. Her red rose and stuffed dinosaur sits on the tabletop, along with papers and colored pencils. Off to the side of her workspace is the newspaper, which she tried to read earlier. She'd push the table to her usual spot next to the window, but she doesn't have the strength for it.
She hasn't filled up her papers with much drawings today, like she's running out of ideas. There are at least some doodles already on it though: one is a lady's silhouette holding a red umbrella in the rain. Most likely inspired by the light rain today. It's not as good as Guertena's original painting... hers is childishly drawn and done from memory.
The second drawing next to it is a little strange: a stick figure using a fishing pole to reel in a red umbrella out of the water.
It's all she has so far. And it seems like she has stopped drawing for now. Even though the window is a little farther from where she's sitting, she finds herself resting her head in her hand, staring at the window again, off into space. Or maybe thinking about something. ]
[ As for the tortures that took place there, Ib doesn't want to comment on it. She covered her eyes while it happened, but she couldn't avoid listening to it on the earpiece. ]
He always gives me pencils and paper to draw with. Other stuff too like toothpaste. I hope he doesn't get in trouble for always giving us things.
And he always forgets names. I wonder why?
[ And one last note before she ends her text message. She had read the newspaper (the words she could read, anyway) and she's always rather wary. ]
Be careful if you're going to see the birds.
Ib's in the third floor common room, seated in a chair next to a table. Her red rose and stuffed dinosaur sits on the tabletop, along with papers and colored pencils. Off to the side of her workspace is the newspaper, which she tried to read earlier. She'd push the table to her usual spot next to the window, but she doesn't have the strength for it.
She hasn't filled up her papers with much drawings today, like she's running out of ideas. There are at least some doodles already on it though: one is a lady's silhouette holding a red umbrella in the rain. Most likely inspired by the light rain today. It's not as good as Guertena's original painting... hers is childishly drawn and done from memory.
The second drawing next to it is a little strange: a stick figure using a fishing pole to reel in a red umbrella out of the water.
It's all she has so far. And it seems like she has stopped drawing for now. Even though the window is a little farther from where she's sitting, she finds herself resting her head in her hand, staring at the window again, off into space. Or maybe thinking about something. ]
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Then suddenly he showed up one day.
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I never saw him on there.
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hey are you doing okay
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[ ... ] Are you?
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just wanted to make sure everything was alright havent talked to you in awhile
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A lot of bad things happened again.
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noticing a little girl wakes him from his thoughts. she’s the youngest person he’s seen here, and he makes his way over slowly, cautious not to tower over her.]
Hello. Are you alright?
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Hi... [ She greets him softly. ] I'm alright. [ She doesn't recognize this man, believing him to be one of the more newer arrivals. Or someone who arrived in Zelien some time after she did. ]
I've never seen you around before.
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Is there someone here who is keeping you safe? How old are you?
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[ ...Well, she's not so certain about that. So she adds: ]
I think.
I don't know. I just want everyone to be careful. [ Because she's pretty sure after reading the newspaper that a lot of people may go out and investigate. ]
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[ That's the main reason why he's asking. He's broadly supportive of anything Speakeasy-related, so he's curious about her uncertainty. ]
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What if they're a trap?
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Anyway, what should I be worried about with the birds?
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I didn't mean to say the birds are
dayndanedangerous. [ Or they might secretly be dangerous birds?! She doesn't know. She just wishes for everyone to be careful. To never let their guard down. ] A lot of scary things happen here. I just wanted to tell everyone to stay safe.text
Oh, right. Of course! That makes perfect sense. And you stay safe, too!
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.. Hey, kid. [ Shinpachi doesn't look nor sound quite as cheerful or doing (relatively) great like the last time they talked. The last week took quite a toll on him, after all. But he's trying to push it more to the back of his mind, since if it was already painful to watch all that for him (granted, two people he knew very well were involved which is what made it worse) then it must've been horrible for a little kid like her.
So he ends up approaching her as she's sitting at the table. ]
You doin' okay?
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[ Ib remembers him, the person who was trying to teach her how to fish with the little materials they had in the cavern. Despite that situation, she thought it was kind of fun trying it and a good way to pass time. It kept her mind off of certain subjects. ]
I'm okay. [ Maybe looking a little disheartened though. But she's okay. The people who were tortured... she wonders how they're doing now? ] I hope the people who got hurt are doing okay.
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Yeah, me too. [ And it's not like he can speak for all of the people who it happened to, but.. well, at least he knows Chizuru and Heisuke. So-- ] They're strong though. Everyone here is. [ You'd have to be to be able to put up with this place, no matter what you're usually like. ] So they're gonna be okay. Don't worry too much 'bout it.
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But he's bored. There's nothing to do, and while he can't continue the physical journey he was initially taking, he figures that talking to new people is its own journey in a way.
tl;dr INCOMING SOJIRO.... He's smiling politely though, so he looks nice and approachable at least.]
Did they lose their umbrella in the water?
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I think so. [ She doesn't sound very sure. Ib was only trying to replicate one of Guertena's paintings by drawing it in colored pencil. She's not really sure if the two paintings were linked or what Guertena's story was behind it, but it seemed like it made sense if they were linked. ]
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