August Event ~ Whispers in the pool
It was the first time she'd found a pool here. Ororo would like it, all steamy glass and tropical plants around a free form, warm pool of water. Even better, in her mind, it was snowing beyond the glass. All fluffy white peace outside the small oasis
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Amber was somewhat used to the weirdness of the place now (and it wasn't a terrible suit), so she'd tracked down the pool. (After several hours of avoiding the subject, anyway.)
The whispers had started in the locker room, and didn't respond to hissing, growling, or shouting. Or throwing things. Or kicking lockers.
Storming out to the actual pool area, she stopped short when she saw Rachel.
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The damp and dripping room was full of shadows though...and a heavy sense of waiting.
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SHITSHITSHITSHIT.
Knife. (The bag is always with her. Always.) Shadows are danger now.
She shuffles closer, senses on edge now, too.
"Rach?" (It's probably a good idea to make sure your presence is recognised by someone who can reduce glass to bits of sand. And burn water.)
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She could always feel Pack when they were near.
Too loud and the guards would hear though. Hounds weren't suppose to speak. ::Shhhhh:: she sent softly to girl behind, never taking her eyes off what she was seeing. Like shadows, sometimes a telpath's memories were more real rather than less.
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"what's up?" she whispers through gritted teeth.
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::You should sleep::
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OK, backing away a bit.
What guards?
(There is a current under that combining "What the fuck?!" and "You have got to be pulling my leg.")
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Perhaps more disturbing...Rachel's memory was starting to supply substance. The bars she was pressed against were visible now, cutting down through the room without any regard for the plants or pool. The floor was starting to seem like dark, institutional concrete, and the shadows behind her were starting to resolve themselves into curled and sleeping people wrapped in black leather.
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FUCKFUCKFUCK NOT HERE, TOO
Amber is not having this turn of events. She is, in fact, grabbing Rachel's arm and pulling toward any exit that's unbarred for the moment.
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Amber...
...welcome to Rachel's mind.
Those who suffered from post traumatic stress often relived their memories when triggered, unable to see the real world, or convince their bodies not to react. With a mind like Rachel's? Others relived them too. She had been mostly contained, mostly safe...but contact breached her shields as if they weren't there.
They were in the Cages, the freezing bars pressed against their face as they sat through the watch. It was cold. So damn cold, the guards had turned down the heat again, annoyed that the last hunt results had lost them money on a bet. They were still arguing about it just down the hall. Not words, just sound, but they could see the anger and annoyance like smoke ( ... )
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Yeah, Amber's going to be over here trying to keep hold of Rachel and the side of the pool at the same time.
Oh, and breathe. Breathing would be nice. (It would be nicer if it didn't involve bits of water.)
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"Amber?" she was clinging back, and trying to find the bottom with her feet but failing. The pool at the mansion wasn't this deep. "Oh hell...Amber are you okay?"
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Cling.
"...the fu-" Cough. "the fuck was that shit?!"
It's gone, right?
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Teke would have been...a little too much right now. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry...it was me, I'm sorry. I didn't...it wasn't..." she didn't know what to say honestly. The only one ever caught in one of her 'moments' before had been Logan. Her Logan. He weathered them with her.
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"nah... it's..." Coughing again. Take two, now with less inhaling water:
"you're OK now?"
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HUrt a lot.
"Don't...don't touch me? If you see me like that? You don't want to ever see...that..." she trailed off but reached out to lay her hand on Amber's back. Carefully, gently,. she began pulling on that water in there. Bets to get it out...and if she stuck to small stuff until her hands stopped shaking...
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