Hold On...

Apr 16, 2008 21:00

She appears midafternoon, closer to dusk than to afternoon, really, but she doesn't recognize the time. She appears on the floor, a shivering wreck in what was once probably a green dress, her face bruised and her eyes wide and terrified, her cheek pressed against the floor. She does not move for a very long time, panting breathlessly. It takes her ( Read more... )

sam spade, faraday, linden, introduction

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mancalledspade April 17 2008, 22:26:36 UTC
"Here now... kid." He takes off his jacket and offers it to her. "Take it easy, there."

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adoe_adeer April 18 2008, 04:38:25 UTC
Faraday takes it - there's no reason not to - carefully, without touching his hand, and shrugs it on, huddling into it. Then she seems to register what's strange about him and looks back, blinking wide green eyes. "You're -" She starts, and finishes with, "Excuse me, but what is this place? I don't think I'm supposed to be here..." She fidgets, unsure if this is a good or bad thing, yet.

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mancalledspade April 18 2008, 18:37:12 UTC
He sighs. "I don't think I am either, but it's gone merrily along it's way regardless. My name's Sam. Sam Spade. Are you alright?"

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adoe_adeer April 19 2008, 02:53:24 UTC
She almost smiles. Almost. "I think so," she says hesitantly, "Other than - very confused." Though that is an improvement on the alternative. She flinches at that uninvited thought. "I am Faraday."

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heartofbirds April 18 2008, 03:17:41 UTC
Linden reaches out a hand to her, gently, as calming as only Linden can be. "Softly, child."

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adoe_adeer April 18 2008, 04:40:44 UTC
She eyes him, half warily, like a dog that's been hurt once and is afraid of being beaten again, but she reaches out a hand that shakes only slightly for his, keeping her dress gathered as well as she can. She draws a shaky breath. "Sir...I'm afraid - I think I'm rather lost." She makes an attempt at a laugh, but it is as frantic as her flickering gaze.

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heartofbirds April 18 2008, 04:57:03 UTC
"Yes, I know," in his voice like warm milk, even and easy and trustworthy. He's kind, he's trustworthy. Don't be afraid. "Are you hurt?"

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adoe_adeer April 18 2008, 05:17:08 UTC
She shakes her head, bewildered. "No - I don't think so, at least. I remember..." She shakes her head. "I don't think I'm hurt. Thank you," she adds, as much for the soothing as for the question. She's shaking a little less now, now that she can feel the warmth and the clean smell of a human inhabited place.

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