◌ 021 ◌ Spare me the thought

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[After just over a week - has it really been that long? - of feeling like this, Fuu is fully exhausted. Yet she couldn't help but go out every day to sit and stare at the theatre, the pub, and the space between them.

Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]


[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.

Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]


[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]

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The ringing of the phone booth. It's not there, but I hear it. [She looks across to the space between the theatre and the pub, staring at it as if she can see the covered body and the shattered glass once again. The quiet tears start coming down her face faster.]

Make it stop-- No! Don't- someone else will die--

[desertdaggers]

What!? [He looks over that way, but the phone booth doesn't appear to be there.] How do we stop something that isn't there, though?

[the whispers are just on the edge of hearing now, but not of any help.]

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[She shakes her head sadly]

You can't... you can't... You could stop the ringing if you listened to the message, but now- you can't...

[desertdaggers]

…since it's not there.

[He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and reaches for her hand.] Is it everywhere? Maybe we should try to find somewhere quieter.

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[Her hand faintly trembles in his grasp.]

It- it will get fainter the further we get from it. But it won't go away.

[desertdaggers]

Still, better than nothing. [He tugs her hand upwards.]

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[At his pull she stumbles to her feet somewhat reluctantly. Her eyes are downcast and glassy, as if she's thinking of something unpleasant. Yet she doesn't let go of his hand, and she will follow him wherever. Perhaps anywhere is better than here, after all. This place has such a terrible memory.]

[desertdaggers]

The library's usually quiet, isn't it? Let's go there. [He picks up her bike, and turns to steer her and it that way.]

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The library...

[Although the thought of going there doesn't calm her any, it doesn't make her more upset either. Yet as they walk along suspicion makes her ask,]

Why are you helping me?

[desertdaggers]

[He turns to look at her, surprised.] We're friends. We should look after each other. [Need to, even- who else can they be sure of?]

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Right...
[Good to know that he doesn't think she's the liar, then. But- he's not lying to her just to get close to her, is he? ...Either way, she should keep with him and see what he does.]

[desertdaggers]

[Getting close would be more about the intention of protection, at whatever cost- but it's not about that, at least for the moment.

He takes them to the library, and heads inside, leaving the bicycle outside.]

Anything you think you want to check out particularly?

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[No, not at the moment. The paranoia is stifling any good intentions...]

[At his question she looks over with a touch of surprise.]

You really want to check something out? But then, I suppose, while we are here...

[Trailing off she looks over the room. The phone ringing has not gone away, but it is fainter. And memories of her hours working and reading here are much more pleasant, even if they don't particularly calm her.]

Ah, but no, I have nothing in mind. You?

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[The whispers are still there, but he's sure he can lose them in reading. Hawk straightens up and smiles a little.] I didn't have anything in mind, I admit. I'll just see what catches my eye, really.

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[Strange... the anxiety is not going away, but she still returns his smile.]

Funny thing about this library - you really can't judge a book by its cover. Like this town. Or its people...

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[With any luck, as long as they act normal, no one will kick them out!]

Ah, then we dip into them!

[OH LOOK a book on illusions! …mostly stage magic, though, which is a little disappointing. It pretty much proves Fuu's point, though. In quiet agreement:] Someone does seem to be concerned about someone else.

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[Looking up from a book about dance (that had the title "Mathematics in ten easy steps"), she looked at him questioningly. She'd almost think that she'd misheard him. ...He wasn't talking about some of the books being concerned with other topics?]

"Someone?"

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[He looks up out of his book, marking his place with one finger.] Mm, I don't think whoever delivered these cards would have been something else- ah, did you get one? I assumed… [and he reaches into a pocket for his own]

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Yes, I did...

[She looks at him a touch suspiciously, but her own hand goes towards her purse where her card is. However she doesn't take it out.]

Wait. Before you show me. Do you think you can trust me, no matter what anyone else says?

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[He's surprised, and looks taken aback for a moment.] Why wouldn't I? You're a sincere person, Fuu- it's difficult to imagine you otherwise.

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[Disarmed by his honesty, she can hardly bring herself to say anything in reply. After a moment she smiles faintly.]

Thank you, Hawk. [She then brings out her card (http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/vampwrite/Luministi%20Stuff/Week3plotcard-A-typeoption.png) to pass to him with both hands.]

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[He smiles in response, then takes the card, and frowns at it.] It looks like what Mu told me he saw on mine… [He takes his own out and shows it to Fuu.] 'Do not trust this person'- is that what you see?

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That's right.

[She sighs, then grins a little. The paranoid edginess has not left her, but she still finds the humour in the situation.]

So, if we defy the cards, we will certainly make the best team!

[desertdaggers]

Hahaha! Mm, that's what I was thinking! [He moves to put an arm around her shoulders.]

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[At his touch she flinches and instinctively takes a step away. At once she bows her head apologetically, but doesn't return closer.]

I'm sorry. I- I'm sure you mean well.