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Post by David Ian Adams on Feb 16, 2013 22:01:19 GMT -8
David Adams Truck He was pretty nervous when she jerked away and stepped back quickly. Well, there was his answer, she wouldn't stay. He looked at the floor before glancing up at her and she looked like she was ready to scream at him. Yep, she really wasn't going to stay now. He had a funny look on his face as she started to walk towards him. What was she doing? If she wasn't going to yell, was she going to be physical? He caught her words and then he really wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't remember the last time a girl tried to slap him, but apparently he was going to get a quick reminder, but he didn't move. Instead he stayed perfectly still.
The most unexpected thing happened and he was kind of shocked. Um, oh. Ok. He liked this scenario better, much better, kind of. He got a shiver down his spine when she kissed him and he looked down at her after she said she couldn't stay once more. He wasn't quite sure what to do when she rested her head on his chest and then pulled away. He was considerably confused right now as she wouldn't even make eye contact, then it all made sense. He watched as she leaned against the island, looking to him, like she might just pass out or collapse. He moved quickly behind her, ready to catch her if anything happened. "You can stay here... Everyone has nightmares." He was totally confused about what she was talking about. So she had nightmares and woke up screaming? So did his sister... He just didn't understand and hoped she would help him out a little on that. He stepped closer behind her, still unsure of what she was going to do.
He put his hand on top of hers and grasped it gently before speaking again. "Why don't you get something to eat. I'll be right here if you want to talk after." His voice was gentle but hardly equal to his grasp on her hand. He let it go after a second before he took a step back to make sure she was ok.
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Post by carter jenica foster on Feb 18, 2013 21:54:26 GMT -8
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Not everyone had nightmares like hers. She didn’t just scream, she shrieked, she cried, and she would be shaky and generally terrified for an hour afterwards. And they happened every night. She didn’t want to project her own crappy nights onto David, and whoever else seemed to live in this house. Who else lived here, anyways? He said that his sister was here sometimes, but it seemed that someone else lived here full time. She guessed – hoped – that he didn’t have a girlfriend. She really had no interest in being the ‘other woman’. For all she knew, he mentioned it when they were in the car and she was too damn cold and soaked to focus on his words.
”I wake up every night. Shrieking, crying, and I can never get back to sleep afterwards.” She muttered, only barely audibly. It felt so raw, to explain her nightmares to anyone. She stopped herself from moving away from him as he came up behind her, seemingly concerned that she may collapse. She focused her eyes on her hand, as his larger one surrounded hers gently, and he moved closer to her. Carefully, she straightened up, forcing a smile. ”Yes, food!” She spoke with faked enthusiasm.
She reached over the island to where she’d left her bowl of spaghetti, taking a small bite, turning away from him and not making eye contact. It still confused her, what all had just happened, and she felt drained both physically and mentally from the day. It worried her, the thought of staying here overnight. She couldn’t, she hadn’t stayed with anyone since she stayed with Jared. It occurred to her that this also had to do with her weird way of dealing with grief. Carter had never really properly grieved when she learned Jared was dead – even though she had spent all of her time hoping, imagining that he was alive when he was declared MIA. Once she learned he was dead, she almost entirely blocked it out. Any thoughts of Jared she quickly chased away. But there were little things that she refused to do, that she’d make up excuses for but deep down she knew that it was because they’d remind her of Jared.
She was afraid that she’d wake up, and call out for Jared. When she’d wake up on the ground in some rundown building or even outside, she’d know not to expect anyone to be around her from the start. If she woke up in a bed or on a couch though, she already knew what her first instinct would be – to call out for him. That realization shot through her like a physical pain. She lowered her head slightly, focusing her eyes on her fork, trying to blink back tears as thoughts of her dead friend tried to worm their way into her mind. Jared used to be ready for her nightmares, and never seemed upset by them. In fact, he’d always be to her room in seconds – she’d never thought to check if there was a certain time range she’d wake up around. She figured there was, Jared was always awake, and would show up to her room with something to drink, and sit in bed with her while they would both read until one of them would fall asleep, very rarely was it Carter though. She quickly took another bite of her food, being very hungry, trying to forget all the memories she’d been ignoring for so long.
ooc: sorry she’s being so sad and like, stereotypically dramatic in this post.
©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne
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Post by David Ian Adams on Feb 19, 2013 10:20:37 GMT -8
David Adams Truck He listened as she explained a little more and he truly was unsure of how he could help. He really wanted to, but how could he go about it? He watched as she started to eat and he looked outside, rain still pouring down at an unusual rate. She still wouldn't look at him and he took a couple steps back before looking at the clock. He was slightly surprised that it was already eight o'clock; where had the day gone? He glanced back at Carter quietly before walking into the large living room and flipping a couple more lights on as the house had become a little dark. He had this strange feeling that something wasn't right, like not right as in she had a boyfriend or there was more that she wasn't telling him.
He tried to brush it off and figured he wouldn't push it, nope, not tonight, maybe not ever. He was really starting to think that she was going to leave. She hadn't said anything about it for a few minutes but the way she acted now really pointed to her leaving. He couldn't stop her either and that was starting to bother him, after all, he couldn't actually make her stay and he wouldn't feel right doing so. He quietly walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a small bowl of spaghetti. He really was not at all hungry but he knew he needed to eat something, especially if he was going to take pain meds.
He was trying very hard to ignore the pain but it kept creeping up on him and his hopes of not taking anything were slowly diminishing. He finished his bowl and set it in the sink before he moved down the hall and too the bathroom where he searched around the wrap. He searched through all the drawers and wanted to swear when he couldn't find any of the three he had. He took off his shirt and set it down on the bathroom counter, inspecting the damage. It was purple, yellow, and green, but far better than what it was last time. He sighed before walking into Maddie's room after opening her bedroom door. He smiled when he flipped the light on and saw the two dogs passed out on her bed. He shook his head knowing they had shut themselves in. Idiots. He turned towards her closet and opened the door before seeing them, right at eye level for him.
He shut the door before scratching the dogs heads for a moment and walking out of her room and back into the bathroom. He unrolled the wrap and re-rolled it to his liking before he stared in the mirror. Was it even worth wrapping or should he just take the pain medication and take tomorrow off? Either way he decided not working tomorrow was probably one of his better ideas today.
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Post by carter jenica foster on Feb 24, 2013 17:12:04 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter stood for a moment after he left the room, she guessed to go get some bandages for his ribs. She hoped so, he really banged himself up there. She pushed away her thoughts, focusing on the room around her, forcing a fake interest in the wall color, trying to distract herself. Quickly, she finished the rest of her spaghetti, delighted at having a nice, full, home-cooked meal. When she went to place it in the sink, she froze. Only his dish and hers were in the sink, and so she rinsed both out, and then scrubbed them clean, washing the soap off and drying them off. She examined her work for a moment, and then placed them back in the cupboard, and then scrubbed the sink clean really quickly too. For one, she wanted to help however much she could, but it was also a decent distraction.
A yawn escaped, and she looked around the room. She heard David walking between rooms, but he was somewhere behind one of the doors. She twitched, exhausted, but afraid to go to sleep. She found a corner in the kitchen, sinking to the ground. She didn’t want to sit on the couch, not really wanting to get to comfortable.
She watched the hallway calmly, waiting for David. She wasn’t really sure if she should go check on him, thought she wanted to. Deciding that there was nothing to lose, she stood, walking down the hall to the bathroom, the last door she’d heard open. (ooc: I’m going to say he left the door open, sorry if that’s not okay, let me know if it isn’t.) The door was open, and David was gazing into the mirror, wrap in hand, though he wasn’t moving. ”You should probably wrap that.” She said softly, her eyes flitting over the assorted bruises. ”Do you need help?” She offered. She knew some basic first aid, and wrapping a person’s ribs were no problem for her. She knew how it could sometimes suck reaching around your back when you hurt them. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne
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Post by David Ian Adams on Feb 24, 2013 20:33:16 GMT -8
David Adams
He apparently was so wrapped up in thought that he hadn't heard her come down the hall way, or even seen her enter the bathroom, so when she spoke, he nearly clung to the ceiling like a cat in a cartoon. He put his hands down on the counter and leaned on it before taking a couple breaths. "Have you even considered being a Ninja?" He asked with a laugh before trying to calm his now frantic heart. "Seriously, you're good." He said before turning to face her and taking her hand, placing it on his chest for a couple seconds. His heart was absolutely hammering in his chest and he could feel his pulse in his ears and hands; talk about a quick shot of adrenaline. He was lucky he hadn't just jumped out of his skin! He quickly quieted himself down before he looked down at the wrap in his hands. He really should wrap it, maybe the pressure will make it feel a little better. Maybe he wouldn't even need any medication.
He thought about it for a few more seconds before setting the wrap down on the counter. He was still toying with the idea but he figured as long as she was here and willing to help, he really should. "Actually, I could use a second set of hands as long as you don't mind." He said before smiling softly down at her. He glanced at the bruises now that he had a full side view in the mirror. Ouch. Yeah, no work tomorrow, oh darn, what a shame... He took the wrap in his hands before starting it, trying not to think about the sharp pains that were shooting through with each pass.
OOC: Not a problem
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Post by carter jenica foster on Feb 25, 2013 20:50:19 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter offered a half-hearted smile at his comment. She moved fairly quietly – this wasn’t the first time she’d snuck up on someone. She tensed as he grabbed her hand, not understanding until her hand was on her chest, and she felt the rapid race of his heartbeat. She tilted her head, her hand lingering for a moment after he let it go, before letting it drop back to her side. ”Oh, I’m sorry.” She frowned.
”Stop trying to do it yourself!” She ordered, grabbing the wrap from his hands and resuming wrapping his ribs carefully, not wanting to put him in more pain than necessary. ”Just hold still.” She muttered. While she’d been pretty shy and reserved since she arrived here, that was not herself at all. In fact, that was all because she couldn’t think of a way to express her gratitude, but the least she could do was suppress her sarcastic, controlling side.
”There.” She said, closing up the last of the wrap, carefully examining it to make sure she did a decent job. ”How’s that?” She asked, her harder edged tone back, forgetting to act all quiet and stuff. She turned on the sink, washing her hands quickly, simply glad to be able to have such the pleasure of warm running water at her disposable. She shut off the tap and flicked her head to the side, flipping the wavy brown lock that had slipped into her face out of the way.
©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne
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Post by David Ian Adams on Feb 25, 2013 21:35:40 GMT -8
David Adams
His eyes were strictly locked on her when her hand was on his chest. His mind lingered on that fact that her hand stayed there for a moment, but he wouldn't try to figure it out, he'd simply try to let it go unnoticed in case he was just letting his mind go. "It's okay." He smiled softly before she spoke again and he completely froze in his tracks and laughed a little. "Well I'm sorry for trying to be a little helpful." He smirked and narrowed his eyes playfully when she told him to just hold still. He raised an eyebrow and wiggled a little just to see what she'd do. "Sorry, I can be a little ticklish." He had spoken in a very playful tone and he tried to stay still for a couple seconds but found it very hard.
He could hardly take his eyes off her when she asked how her work was. He examined it in the mirror before actually looking down at it. She did a pretty damn good job! Much better than he would have done himself but he didn't want to admit that. "Not bad." He said jokingly before watching her again, his mind trying to fight off his urge to kiss her, but it wasn't working. He tried to pull his eyes off her but he found it increasingly difficult and was on the edge of setting her on the bathroom counter and kissing her. He wouldn't let it go any farther than that, but he absolutely couldn't give in. Nope, he just couldn't.
He took his hand and moved the strand of hair behind her ear before he looked down at her, "So you want to watch that movie?" He asked with a subtle shrug of his shoulders. Yes! Good diversion! He looked in the mirror again before taking a deep breath and letting it out as he relaxed, the pain was subsiding under the pressure and he was certain he wouldn't have to take anything tonight.
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