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paradisalost2011-11-23 04:51 pm
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21 blueprints -- dictated/action
[Usually, on days like this when things were (mostly) quiet, Rookie could be found making his way through the castle’s hallways and floors. Never with a set destination in mind, but then again, he normally had very little reason to need one.
Today was different.
Today, the helljumper had decided to take the long stroll down to the third floor and check up on a certain individual. One of the few who could make him pass up on the chance of sleeping in the whole day, considering that had been his previous intention until recalling the fact that Ted hadn’t looked so good the last time he saw him.
So it wasn’t very long before he was raising his knuckles to give a very loud, sharp knock on the architect’s door.]
[Naturally, Ted’s caught off guard by the knock. Eyes slightly bleary, he blinks and looks over from the spot on his bed where he’d been thinking.
With a clearly confused tone:]
Uh.. come in?
[Hearing that, Rookie lets himself in after some minor hesitation. Any clues as to what he was currently thinking hidden well beneath that helmet, but it did little to stop that friendly nod once that door was closed behind him.] Hey, civvy. Mind if I bug you for a moment?
[Ted blinks, his reaction a bit slow, almost like he’s coming out of a trance. His voice is subdued.]
Rookie? What’re you doing here so early?
… Early? [A bit of a head tilt, before he’s fluidly folding his arms across his chest.] Don’t tell me you just woke up?
[His confused look becomes ever more perplexed.] Yeah? Isn’t it around nine-ish?
[Staring at you from under that visor pretty hard, bro.]
More like two. [Pause.] In the afternoon.
...Oh. [oops he forgot how to care] What’s up?
[Sighs, slowly shaking his head.] Nothing. Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.
Mm. [He turns his head back to stare at the ceiling.] I’m alright. [Just kind of traumatized, no big deal.]
[... Dude, he can tell that you’re lying. Don’t even try that charade, civvy.]
Didn’t seem like that a few days ago.
Huh?
Back in Libet. [A visible shift of his helmet downwards, watching Ted carefully.] After the incident with the train, remember?
[Truth be known... Ted can’t even remember the last part of the train ride. He just remembered riding it, and then someone on the train crying out-- and then, suddenly, he was outside the train wreck, throwing up. Apparently, his brain thought it was scary enough experience to kick to the curb. Still, Ted’s no less aware of how close to death he had been.
His expression can only really be described as “uncomfortable” as he shifts in his bed. It was one hell of an experience after all, and not enough time had passed for him not to feel strongly emotionally attached to what memories he did retain.
His voice becomes quiet again.]
Yeah.
[If Rookie had any doubts about there being something wrong with the civilian prior, they were all but gone now.] Ted, look. I’m usually not the best person to talk to when it comes to stuff like this, but -- [He suddenly stops, before giving a quiet, muttered swear when attention happened to drift towards the journal lying open on the architect’s desk. He was really starting to hate these things.]
… Hold on. [There’s going to be the sound of armored boots making their way closer to where the book was sitting, followed by a distinct snap as Rookie calmly closed it, leaving those who may have been listening with silence for now.]
((Ted is turquoise, Rookie is black. Some time after this encounter Rookie is going to encourage Ted to leave his room (read: shove him out), so you might find him just kind of... wandering around, looking a great deal less lively than he usually is. Journal responses are open for the both of these two as well.))
Today was different.
Today, the helljumper had decided to take the long stroll down to the third floor and check up on a certain individual. One of the few who could make him pass up on the chance of sleeping in the whole day, considering that had been his previous intention until recalling the fact that Ted hadn’t looked so good the last time he saw him.
So it wasn’t very long before he was raising his knuckles to give a very loud, sharp knock on the architect’s door.]
[Naturally, Ted’s caught off guard by the knock. Eyes slightly bleary, he blinks and looks over from the spot on his bed where he’d been thinking.
With a clearly confused tone:]
Uh.. come in?
[Hearing that, Rookie lets himself in after some minor hesitation. Any clues as to what he was currently thinking hidden well beneath that helmet, but it did little to stop that friendly nod once that door was closed behind him.] Hey, civvy. Mind if I bug you for a moment?
[Ted blinks, his reaction a bit slow, almost like he’s coming out of a trance. His voice is subdued.]
Rookie? What’re you doing here so early?
… Early? [A bit of a head tilt, before he’s fluidly folding his arms across his chest.] Don’t tell me you just woke up?
[His confused look becomes ever more perplexed.] Yeah? Isn’t it around nine-ish?
[Staring at you from under that visor pretty hard, bro.]
More like two. [Pause.] In the afternoon.
...Oh. [oops he forgot how to care] What’s up?
[Sighs, slowly shaking his head.] Nothing. Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.
Mm. [He turns his head back to stare at the ceiling.] I’m alright. [Just kind of traumatized, no big deal.]
[... Dude, he can tell that you’re lying. Don’t even try that charade, civvy.]
Didn’t seem like that a few days ago.
Huh?
Back in Libet. [A visible shift of his helmet downwards, watching Ted carefully.] After the incident with the train, remember?
[Truth be known... Ted can’t even remember the last part of the train ride. He just remembered riding it, and then someone on the train crying out-- and then, suddenly, he was outside the train wreck, throwing up. Apparently, his brain thought it was scary enough experience to kick to the curb. Still, Ted’s no less aware of how close to death he had been.
His expression can only really be described as “uncomfortable” as he shifts in his bed. It was one hell of an experience after all, and not enough time had passed for him not to feel strongly emotionally attached to what memories he did retain.
His voice becomes quiet again.]
Yeah.
[If Rookie had any doubts about there being something wrong with the civilian prior, they were all but gone now.] Ted, look. I’m usually not the best person to talk to when it comes to stuff like this, but -- [He suddenly stops, before giving a quiet, muttered swear when attention happened to drift towards the journal lying open on the architect’s desk. He was really starting to hate these things.]
… Hold on. [There’s going to be the sound of armored boots making their way closer to where the book was sitting, followed by a distinct snap as Rookie calmly closed it, leaving those who may have been listening with silence for now.]
((Ted is turquoise, Rookie is black. Some time after this encounter Rookie is going to encourage Ted to leave his room (read: shove him out), so you might find him just kind of... wandering around, looking a great deal less lively than he usually is. Journal responses are open for the both of these two as well.))
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When was the last time you left your room?
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[Not... leaving the room for a few days is normal isn't it. COME ON ROOKIE HE WAS IN A LIFE-DEATH SITUATION.]
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And has sitting here helped you any? []
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No.
[He didn't think it would. It's just... he doesn't think doing anything else would help, either.]
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Then why not try to take a walk?
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...
effort.]
Maybe later, Rookie.
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Gawd damn it, Ted.
Rookie falls silent, however, and simply turns his helmet to stare at the architect for a couple long minutes. Until he finally moves to grab the nearest chair and sit down.] You can't keep doing this every time something bad happens, Ted.
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Keep doing it?
[As far as he was aware, this is the first time he'd been absolutely traumatized and. Well, broken, to a degree.]
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Yeah. [Slight pause.] And I'm sure you have other friends who wouldn't want to see you like this, right?
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[Except they are mostly young girls because his mun is tarded :D!]
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Rookie will lean forwards, however, to give a firm but light bap to Ted's shoulder in reassurance.]
Then go.
[Or he will drag you out. :I Your choice, buddy.]
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[wait he actually has to............. get......... up?]
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Up. Move. [Pointing towards the door now.] The least you could do is get a little fresh air.
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So he'll just continue to sit there and watch.]
Doesn't have to be for very long, either. Just an hour or two at most.
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Alright.. I'll see what I can do.
[He opens the door, heads out, and closes it behind him softly.]
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... Rook's just going to sit here and hold the fort, though. And possibly raid that fridge for something to drink, so don't mind him, bro. You go have fun.]