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Post by 17 on Nov 22, 2009 15:42:03 GMT -8
"IIIIII'mmmm noooot, D-Daaaaaaaadddyyyyy! I'm not!" 17 kept crying, her voice muffled as she buried her face into 70's chest. He had put her hands down, so she couldn't hide her face any other way. "I'mmm noooot...I'mmmm nooooot o-o-okaaaaaaay!!!!" She continued to cry hysterically.
The poor child, having a mental breakdown, she heaved her shoulders up and down, trying to relax. She just couldn't, not matter how hard she tried. The blackness from her accident. She wasn't able to see it, but those noises were haunting her. They probably would for the rest of her life. Hearing 70 shout at Donnie..hearing 27 and Donnie fight.
"IIIII waaaaaannnnaaa forrrrgeeeeettt!!!!"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 22, 2009 20:23:37 GMT -8
70 was at a loss. He wasn't used to comforting others, let alone a severely traumatized child. He knew that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do, to chase the nightmarish images out of 17's consciousness. Nothing. All he could do was hold her close and make promises he was sure were impossible to keep. "It'll be all right, sweetheart." he murmured to her. "I've got you. I'm not going to let you go."
"IIIII waaaaaannnnaaa forrrrgeeeeettt!!!!"
She was sobbing and crying out and 70 didn't know what to do, except hold her..Hold her and love her make her feel safe as her anguish resonated in his mind. 70 wished there was a psychologist among to Rogues - SOMEONE who could help in a way that he could not. This was the second time that 70 could not save her, and that burned on his soul like a bitter brand.
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Post by 17 on Nov 22, 2009 22:26:58 GMT -8
"IIIIII waaaanna forrrgetttt....I waaaaaanna foooorrrrget!" She continued, sounding muffled and scared. "I waaaaaanna forget.." 17 knew a way to erase things from her mind...but 70 would never allow it. That way was a magnet. 17 detested magnets...the currents were so strong compared to her tiny body she could get pulled around. Magnets would randomly erase a memory from 17's mind, but it was too risky...what if she forgot 70 and all he did for her? Not to mention, they'd make her glitch worse than she could possibly imagine. She didn't know why she knew this.
"It'll be all right, sweetheart. I've got you. I'm not going to let you go."
That word again...she decided it was good from context. 17 kept crying for a long time. Eventually, she just couldn't anymore. It began to ease away, but her fears remained as the child began to shake. The fact that 70 was even there was comforting 17 slightly. Nobody had ever been there for her until that day.
"...I-I..loooov-love youuuuu Daddy..."
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 23, 2009 14:42:11 GMT -8
70 didn't know about 17's issues with magnets, but she was right in assuming that he would not allow it. Magnets were no way to deal with problems. True, he'd tried them once before, when he was young..but he stopped almost as soon as he started.
He hugged 17 close, whispering comforts and love to her. She was trembling and heaving and sobbing, and 70 felt very ill-equipped to help her. This was not his department. The next thing out of 17's mouth, though, broke his heart.
"...I-I..loooov-love youuuuu Daddy..."
He was quiet for a moment, then squeezed her to him again. "I love you, too, 17.."
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Post by 17 on Nov 23, 2009 17:54:59 GMT -8
17 felt safe in his embrace, finally beginning to calm down. Her crying finally began to cease, as well as her shaking, as she managed to move her arms out of his squeeze, wrapping her little weak arms around him for a long while. The day had seemed to be going really long, she had no idea what the time was. She hadn't left the building. 17 knew where she was...but where exactly was it, aside from being the Shambles?
She tried to shift, staying in the same position for so long was difficult and uncomfortable, especially with her condition. 17 struggled a minute, but she eventually shifted so she was sitting on his lap again, going silent.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 25, 2009 9:42:18 GMT -8
70 only realized that he was shaking when 17 started to calm down. A pang of emotion swept through his stitches when she wrapped her little hands around him for a long time. He didn't say anything..Just sat, holding her, and breathing as calmly as he could. Honestly, he felt pretty useless. His reaction to 17's distress, he realized, was derived from one of his far-off memories. Which weren't terrible clear. What was he supposed to do?
70 thought for a long time, until 17 moved and his train of thought effectively jumped the rails, ran into a canyon, and exploded on impact. She settled in his lap, which was more comfortable for both of them. 70 moved to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. "It's okay now." he said quietly.
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Post by 17 on Nov 25, 2009 18:26:49 GMT -8
17 put her mismatched hands in her lap, trying to relax and actually calm down. She hung her head a little, feeling ashamed that she had broken down like that emotionally. The idea of a magnet was starting to sound welcoming, but 17 kept trying to have that thought out of her mind. When 70 touched her face, the thought was immediately taken away and she gently grasped his hand with her tiny new one. 17 stayed still, holding his hand to her face. She was having some sort of...flashback, it wasn't very clear. It seemed to be just a few seconds, but to 17 it felt like forever.
All she saw was two humans...they looked to be running up a hill. One was a little girl, maybe around 10 years old, and the other a man in a suit, near a large run-down building that read the words "Orphanage.". 17 thought that it was odd, a man dressed like this. They were laughing, tiredly running up the hill. Suddenly, the man disappeared. The little girl looked around, looking scared. She tiredly dropped to her knees and hung her head.
17 blinked her optics, still holding 70's hand to her face. She finally let go for what seemed to be like minutes, finally silent, and put her hand back in her lap.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 27, 2009 17:19:33 GMT -8
70 waited as she took his hand and put it on her face. She seemed to glaze over, as if deep in thought. He didn't know what she was thinking of or seeing, but it gave him a chance to look at her. Maker, it was sad. Stitches everywhere. Stitches and patches and repairs, all reminders of hurt. Of pain.
She finally put his hand down and put her own hands in her lap. 70 tilted his head and smiled weakly. "Better now?" he whispered warmly.
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Post by 17 on Nov 27, 2009 19:06:28 GMT -8
17 seemed to have the small clip play over and over in her mind as she set her hands down.
"Better now?"
She snapped back into reality, rubbed her optics with her sleeves and nodded, not saying a word. The white faced stitchling just sat there...thinking. What was that, exactly? She leaned back into 70, looking up at him, her hood falling back. Her optics were full of confusion and for some reason, hurt, at what she had just seen.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 28, 2009 18:16:01 GMT -8
70's smile faded from his features when 17 looked up at him. His expression mirrored some of hers - though his was mostly confusion. "Seventeen.." he said, realizing what had probably happened. He gripped her arms gently. "What did you see?"
A vision. It had to be. They came to him, too. Triggered by different events, different actions, or when his subconscious rose up in sleep. Something must have set one off for 17.
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Post by 17 on Nov 28, 2009 18:42:22 GMT -8
Feeling the grip on her arms, 17 didn't take away her gaze from 70.
"Th-therrrre wassss theeeseee twwwoo huumanns...runnninng up a hiiiill," She started. "Onnnneee wassss smaaall...thee otttherrr a lottt bigggerrr...theeeree wasss thisss buillldinnng thaaat said...Or..Orh.." She said, trying to remember. "Orphanage.." She paused, remembering what that building meant. A place that human children would go to if they didn't have parents. "They weeeree laaaaughinnng...wheeeen suuudenlyyy theee biiigggerrr onnnee faaaadeddd awaaaaay aaaannd leeeft the liiitle onnne alone. Theeeeen theee liiiittlee onnne feeeeelll onn its knneees aaaannd hunnng its heaaaad."
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 29, 2009 14:29:17 GMT -8
70 listened to 17 carefully. Her vision was a little less like a regular memory. It was patchwork, a fluid combination of memories. An orphanage. Maybe this was why 17 was so hellbent on calling him "Daddy" - her human father wasn't around while she was alive, and she was fulfilling the need in the next life.
"..I see." 70 commented, his mind drifting to his own images of a man called David, laughing and embracing his little girl. 70 stroked her arm gently, thinking. "I assume that that was a memory from your soul."
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Post by 17 on Nov 29, 2009 16:39:10 GMT -8
The stitchling didn't take her gaze off of 70.
"IIIIII neeeeverrrr haaaad thaaat haaaapennnn beffffooorre..." She stated. 17 still didn't know much about her own soul. Part of the vacant memory's sound now rung in her head.
"Stay here and wait for me..." It was a man's voice. "I'm just going to fill out the paperwork. You'll be coming home with me, and we'll be a family." A pause for a moment. "Hold this doll. Your new mother made it for you. She would have been here, but she's busy with work. I'll be right back, I promise."
"...Heeee toooolllld herrrr tooo waiiit onnn theee hiiiillll..." 17's voice trailed off. "Annnnd tooo hollld a...aaaaaa dolllll...That theeeeey'd beeee riiiighhht baaaack.."
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 30, 2009 8:51:43 GMT -8
70 pursed his lips, thinking. Was 17 abandoned after someone had claimed to be adopting her? When did her soul go into the doll? So many questions. It almost made 70 wish they remembered nothing of their former lives. It was less complicated, less confusion, less emotional, when you had a clean slate. When you didn't have to think about the previous life.
"..Did he come back?"
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Post by 17 on Nov 30, 2009 15:37:11 GMT -8
17 thought.
"N...Nooo." Her optics glazed over again. The vision continued, and she explained as she saw it.
"Sheeeee waaaaaaiiittted forrrrr daaaaayss....Theeen theee skkkky goooot daaaaarrrk onnne daaaay....biiiig....maachines shooot gas eveerrryyywherrre...Annnnd shhheee goooot hiiit byyy a mooodullle innn theee heaaad...theeen th...thiiiis greeeeen sttttuff weeeeeeent innn beeeetweeeeen herrr aaaannd theee dollll..." 17 paused, blinking her optics and rubbing them with her sleeve. She looked to 70 again, the glazed look was gone.
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