Appeasing the Voices [ota]

[mad_asahatter]

With the grief tampered to a bearable level, Ophelia had the need to go out and indulge. She needed to play, to get rid of some of the morose feelings. And so, she wound up in the garage, having stolen a good many of the cutlery from the mess hall

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[forgebyfire]

Forge heard the melody of the song floating through the hallway as he walked toward the garage; he couldn't make out the words but the pitch of voice was sweet and there something vague in the tune that reminded him of childhood. He pushed open the door to the large area with a low hum at the back of his throat that he wasn't fully conscious of making. He'd commandeered a little space along the back wall within the last day or two where he could work, spread out a bit and not be in anyone's way or distracted--if the singing was coming from inside then it would mark only the second time he'd crossed a soul in here

[mad_asahatter]

Ophelia lay there, sprawled over the floor and staring above her. Things weren't right, everything was hectic inside her and nothing made sense. She couldn't find the right ones, the right places.

It hurt her head more than the fall had.

Her legs were sprawled awkwardly, but not broken. Her wrist was bent out of shape however, likely sprained. But Ophelia didn't have time to suffer the pain and put it down with the other feelings she was keeping for later.

Instead she tried to focus, looking for things to come back rightly. "Headstones in the courtyard, and statues in the park. Are not for the insane, just leave them rotting in the D A R K. Dark, dark, dark, dark, dark," she lay there, repeating the one word while staring at the ceiling above her.

[forgebyfire]

Forge's boots slid on the cement floor as he took the back corner of the van at a run but both metal and flesh limbs kept him upright and he dropped only when he reached the side of the slight, sprawled figure. Instinct raised a gloved hand, perhaps to assess for damage--and stopped. Mutants. The hand curled into a fist and Forge leaned in instead, looking her over for any major damage. "Are you all right?" His voice was steady, regardless at the pace he'd made to her side. "Hurt, anywhere?" The continued singing from her seemed a positive sign.

At least he hoped it was. Dark eyes glanced at the ground beneath her head for blood.

[mad_asahatter]

She stared at him, noting the newness of his face, she'd never seen him before. "Indeed she is, all right it seems. Nothing broken, only twinges from old dreams." She didn't move though, her limbs felt far too heavy, and the twinges were tight.

"Your face is new, fresh to see. How long she asks, how long to be?" She'd seen most of them, or she'd thought so. She liked to get a grasp on the new ones quickly, sensing them out and feeling her way through them. Seeing what would work for her and who to leave alone.

This one, was new.