[John was about to enter his room again with a plate of...something.]
What's th' matter? Need any help?
[He's not sure who this person is but something about her seemed like she needed assistance. He opens his door and puts the plate inside on a table before closing it again to walk toward her whether she wanted his help or not.]
[She looks up, almost startled - she hadn't entirely noticed him... or rather, while she'd certainly heard movement, there hadn't been any sense of an aura... and there still wasn't.]
[The silence is all the more unnerving.] I - I don't know, I woke up this morning and -
[Well, there's the problem, isn't it?] I woke up. And now everything is - silent. [Who is this person? She can't feel anything about him; he seems concerned enough, but what could be under the surface that she can't hear right now?]
Yeah, some guy said that he could only feel one of his hearts beatin'. Yer probably one of those people that have abilities outside of normal one...an' normal ain't the operative word. It's a piss poor description.
I'm John. I ain't gonna hurt ya.
[His tone did reflect the honesty that he never could let go from his Mormon upbringing.]
Didn't mean t' startle ya. So are ya like that Emma woman? Ya hear voices or what?
[His steps forward are slow but also with caution. He's gotten a little paranoid himself over the course of last week.]
.... [The lack of her normal senses is like suddenly being blind - it sounds sincere enough, but to not get anything of feeling behind it is unnerving.]
[Still, until there's some sign of something wrong, blind fear has always only made things worse...]
...ah - something ... something like that. [She's occasionally wringing her hands; the sensation is odd - really her entire normal perception's been pulled out from under her and replaced with things only dimly remembered.] My name is Alessa.
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What's th' matter? Need any help?
[He's not sure who this person is but something about her seemed like she needed assistance. He opens his door and puts the plate inside on a table before closing it again to walk toward her whether she wanted his help or not.]
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[The silence is all the more unnerving.] I - I don't know, I woke up this morning and -
[Well, there's the problem, isn't it?] I woke up. And now everything is - silent. [Who is this person? She can't feel anything about him; he seems concerned enough, but what could be under the surface that she can't hear right now?]
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I'm John. I ain't gonna hurt ya.
[His tone did reflect the honesty that he never could let go from his Mormon upbringing.]
Didn't mean t' startle ya. So are ya like that Emma woman? Ya hear voices or what?
[His steps forward are slow but also with caution. He's gotten a little paranoid himself over the course of last week.]
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[Still, until there's some sign of something wrong, blind fear has always only made things worse...]
...ah - something ... something like that. [She's occasionally wringing her hands; the sensation is odd - really her entire normal perception's been pulled out from under her and replaced with things only dimly remembered.] My name is Alessa.
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