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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 15, 2009 22:47:56 GMT -5
Sabastian frowned. He didn’t know what else to do. He just continued to hug her, trying to make her feel better. “I’m sorry, but it is happening.” He told her, one hand rubbing circles on her back to calm her. “Maybe if you tell me what happened, it might help. Actually wait, we should go inside first. It’s still cold out here.. and you might not be cold, but your also fully clothed..” he joked, feeling the warmth from her body on his skin. It helped keep the cold away, but they both should go inside.
He let go of her and took her hand, leading her around the corner of the building and to the door. As they entered, he remembered what the angel said. “Do you want to go to our rooms.. it might be more comfortable there.”
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 15, 2009 22:53:55 GMT -5
Susan nodded, going with him and still trying not to cry. As they headed inside she stopped suddenly, "Rooms? I'd rather stay with you and not in my own room... that is... if thats ok." She sighed and brushed some hair out of her face.
"I just dont want to be alone right now." She still had to sort this all out. In her mind she still thought there had to be a way for her to get back to her life. Angels had powers didnt they?
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 15, 2009 23:02:52 GMT -5
Sabastian stopped when she did. He understood not wanting to be alone, actually, he didn’t either. He was afraid he would go to sleep and wake up alone in the maze again. That would figure. It seemed like something that would happen. Besides, who knows what games these angels are playing.
“Of course, I understand. Come on, we will figure this out together.” He said, urging her forward again. It was nice to have a friend. He actually couldn’t remember the last one he had. It must have been when he was younger. He shrugged off the thought.It didn’t matter anymore. This place was different.
Sabastian led her through the halls, wondering where the section of the castle that had rooms would be. They would probably be upstairs. That what he figured at least.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 15, 2009 23:08:28 GMT -5
Susan's lower lips trembled, but she nodded and followed him into the castle. It was actually an amazing place, and she couldnt help but look around in awe, forgetting momentarily about her situation...
Her hand slipped back into Sebastians...
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 15, 2009 23:24:46 GMT -5
Sabastian also looked around. It was quite a nice place. It was kind of Victorian in a way. It was an old castle. Sabastian had seen something like this in England before he moved away. It kind of reminded him of home. Smiling, he led Susan up the stairs, noticing that there was a sign saying:
Private rooms Apartment-like suits. Write your names on the paper on the door to claim your room.
Sabastian read it before going down the hall. There were many rooms, as he expected. The angel had said that there would be lots more people coming. Sighing, Sabastian picked a room, too tired to put much thought into it.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 15, 2009 23:31:26 GMT -5
Susan paused outside the door as well. Without much thought, she reached up and signs her name on the list as well before following Sebastian inside.
With a sigh, she looked around before going to the closet. She wanted to change into something else.
She was shocked when she opened the closet to find her wardrobe from home there.
With shaking hands she reached out and picked up her nightgown, bringing it to her nose she sniffed it and frowned.
"I was hoping it smelled like home..." She said, looking over to Sebastian to see what he was doing...
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 15, 2009 23:43:24 GMT -5
Sabastian made his way to the living room area and sat down. It was warmer than outside, and he was really tired. He knew that she was as well. Looking over at Susan, he noticed her at the closet. He nodded. “They aren’t actually from home, I’m guessing, just appear to be.” He said softly. He didn’t bother looking in the other closet because he had been homeless for years. And therefore didn’t really have a stash of clothing.
He always made sure he was clean and fed and had clean clothes, but he didn’t bother to keep his old clothing, there was no point when he had no way to wash them again. “How long have you been here?” he asked, wondering how long she had wondered the maze.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 15, 2009 23:48:10 GMT -5
"I dont know." Susan responded still looking at her night gown before carefully taking it and shutting the closet doors. "Maybe a day or two. It felt like longer."
She turned around and walked towards him. "Does time even really exsist here?" She walked over to the other room and found the bathroom. With a sigh she said, "If you dont mind, i'm going to shower..."
She pushed inside, not locking the door behind her. For some reason, she'd come to trust Sabastian more than she'd ever trusted anyone else. Maybe because he was becoming her life line. Or maybe death line was more appropriate to say...
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 16, 2009 0:08:47 GMT -5
Sabastian listened to her. She had been there for days? That sounded terrible. He had only been there for a little while and it had seemed like more than he could take. He didn’t know how he would have survived there for 2 days. He was very impressed that she was still sane.
“Alright.” He told her, watching her go in the bathroom. Since he had nothing to do, he decided to explore the apartment-like suit, as it was called. He walked into one of the bedrooms, seeing a dresser there. The room was blue and very small. He looked in the dresser and saw clothes, they looked like the ones from his home in England but in a size that would fit him now.
He smiled and got some clothes out of the dresser. He quickly redressed in the plad PJ pants and white tshirt. He figured that it must mean this was his room. After a few minutes, he moved back to the living room, surveying that room as well. Like the other rooms, it seemed to be blue. He sighed and leaned his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 16, 2009 0:11:21 GMT -5
Susan emerged a little while later in her night gown, towel drying her hair. She looked around and spotted Sebastian on the couch, his head back and his eyes closed. She wondered if he was asleep. Quitely, she moved over to him and sat down beside him.
After a slight hesitation, she laid her head down on his lap, hoping he wouldnt mind...
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 16, 2009 0:27:01 GMT -5
Sabastian drifted off to sleep before she got out of her shower. He was too tired to stay awake and didn’t know how Susan could have stayed awake that long. He didn’t wake up when she sat next to him, or put her head on his lap. He was too deeply sleeping. After being asleep for a few hours he woke up.
Lifting his head, he looked around. He didn’t remember where he was at first, or what happened to get him here. He forgot he died. Then he remembered what happened. He looked down and smiled. Susan was asleep. It was almost sweet. He liked that she trusted him now, and that she was finally sleeping. She must have been tired.
After a minute he moved a piece of hair from her face, looking to see if the cuts were doing any better. He noticed that they had all sealed up. He was glad. He then ran his fingers through her soft hair. It was a comforting gesture. He hoped she felt better when she woke up. Death can be traumatizing, he knew.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 16, 2009 0:45:59 GMT -5
Susan woke up still feeling sleepy and incredibly thirsty and hungry. She sat up and looked around, blinking sleepily.
“Heathcliff?” She called out in a whisper, wondering where her cat was. But then she remembered that she’d never see her cat again. She was dead.
With a depressed sigh, she looked over to see Sebastian was awake as well and she instantly self consciously tried to smooth her hair with her hands.
“Oh… hello…” She said, blushing slightly and pulling the straps of her night gown back up onto her shoulders…
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 16, 2009 0:54:24 GMT -5
Sabastian noticed that she woke up. He smiled a little. “I’m sorry I woke you.” He told her, getting up and stretching a little. His neck hurt a little from how he was sleeping. He rolled his shoulders slightly before looking back at her. “Are you hungry or anything?” he asked, realizing that she probably didn’t eat anything in those few days.
He didn’t notice her blush. Instead he yawned. He was hungry too.
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Post by Susan Ketchum on Aug 16, 2009 0:58:59 GMT -5
Susan stared at him, "Did you sit like that all night?" She reached out and touched his shoulder lightly. "You could have woken me. I would have moved." She frowned, not wanting to have caused him any discomfort.
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Post by Sabastian Banks on Aug 16, 2009 1:15:29 GMT -5
Sabastian smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry, I was asleep before you came out, and I just woke up. It’s not your fault.” He told her before looking around the room again. “I’m going to go to the dinning hall and get some food. Do you want any? And if so, is there anything in particular you might want?” he asked, planning on bringing the food back up here. He didn’t like people and didn’t like eating in a public place. It was weird, he knew, but whatever.
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