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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 14, 2015 0:51:46 GMT
He was worried. Bastion was a worrier. He worried about little things, like when Atticus didn’t text him back fast enough, or when Alex got in late, or stupid things like whether or not he would oversleep the next morning. So when he had something real to worry about, like how his younger sister was currently behaving, it really took a toll on him. He could feel the slight trembling in his fingers, and had he not been forcing himself to take deep breaths he probably would have had a panic attack. He didn’t know what power exhaustion felt like. His own power didn’t drain him in traditional ways – it just gave him a headache.
Either way, when Kimmie finally raised her arms over her head, he would move immediately to remove the yellow hoodie, folding it neatly over to the side. His fingers closed over her pink shirt for a minute, noting the fact that it was damp as well, but it wasn’t like she could take that off in public anyway. He scooted forward in his chair a bit and peeled his jacket off. Though he had a long-sleeved shirt on under it, he could feel the heat that it had provided rapidly leaving his body. Everyone told him if he would gain some weight he wouldn’t be so cold, but that was easier said than done for him, really. He helped her to pull her arms through the sleeves, rolling them back several times because they were way too long for her.
“Atty will be here soon.” He told her, wrapping his arms around her small figure as he leaned back in his chair again. It didn’t take very long before Atticus was returning with hot chocolate and enough food to last Bastion for a week, really. He wondered if Kimmie would eat all of it. He wondered if she would puke afterward. ‘Please don’t let her puke.’ He thought fervently. His stomach was already churning, he wouldn’t be able to handle that. He scooted the chair in closer to the table so his younger sister could reach her food. “Have you told them?” He questioned Atticus, looking over the head full of dark hair that was currently in his lap. He knew Atticus would understand that by ‘them’ he meant their parents. Obviously the two would be worried if Kimmie was suddenly gone. Even if a lot of his sister’s care had been placed on his shoulders in the past, his parents were still that – parents.
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Kimberly Ann Lewis
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Post by Kimberly Ann Lewis on Jan 17, 2015 2:08:35 GMT
The hoodie came off and Kimberly shivered once, which was noticeably different from the otherwise continuous trembling. Barely noticeable were faint red marks on her exposed skin that would only have stood out to careful examination. The rest of her actions were slow and almost mechanical as she allowed for Bastion to lean forward and remove his jacket and put it around her and adjust it. She reached back slowly with her hands and pulled her long black hair out of the jacket so that it cascaded down her back free of its restraint. There was a slight curl to her otherwise straight hair as proof of its dampened state.
Kimberly nodded at being told her oldest brother would be back soon. She allowed for Bastion's arms to be wrapped around her and leaned onto him when he leaned back. She was quiet for a moment. Her eyes looking to be out of focus as if she was thinking about something. "Is wind supposed to hurt?" She blurted out a suddenly. Atticus had arrived, but she was facing away from him and did not know he'd come back.
Kimberly picked up her head at the sound of Atticus's voice and stared at the treats and giant mug of chocolate. There was a look of confusion on her features once again. It took Kip buzzing over and landing on the muffin top and pecking at it to get Kim to accept what her eyes were telling her was there. She'd been expecting some sort of yucky medicine or pill or something. Not pastries and liquid gold.
She sat up and turned around to face the table. Her trembling hands reached out as Bastion sat up and slid forward to allow her easier access. She picked up that giant cinnamon bun, still looking awed and disbelieving until she brought it back to her lips and took a giant bite. "Mmmmmmmm!" She exclaimed as she chewed and swallowed. "I love you Addy!" She exclaimed with a big smile and went on to attack that roll like she'd not eaten in days.
The more she ate and sipped the hot chocolate, the happier she got, until minutes later when she'd finished devouring the cinnamon roll and was swinging her legs and humming while chewing her second cookie that she slowed to a more normal pace of eating. Kip had nested in her hair at some point and was fast asleep.
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Post by Atticus Lewis on Jan 17, 2015 3:03:16 GMT
Atticus had been close enough to the table to hear Kimmie’s question, but he assumed she and Bast had been talking about something rather than the girl just blurting out the question. Thus he simply cut into it with a small warning and sat down once more. Raising his head to regard Bast and Kimmie, Atticus stopped upon noting the confusion on the latter’s face. It took the motioning of the humming bird and Bast’s movements for her to eat, and it felt wrong to him. Atticus frowned; it was all he could do for a moment. The girl wasn’t acting like herself at all, and even he could tell.
As Bast spoke, Atty glanced up at him, only then remembering that he had not texted their mother back. He sighed. “Yeah, told her what we know, but she asked basically all my questions,” the dark haired man replied fishing out the phone he’d put away. Glancing down, Atticus fought not to scowl upon finding eight new text messages. How had their mother managed to write so much in the couple of seconds it had taken him to walk back to the table? And you say you don’t like technology he mentally rolled his eyes before reading through each message carefully. If nothing else, he could understand her concern. Atticus paused only briefly to glance back to Kimmie again and give a brief attempt at a smile. “Don’t tell Mother,” was his only reply before he smirked and glanced down again over his phone.
The messages had initially started as alarmed questions and had evolved into progressively more accusing ones by the sixth or seventh message. What were they doing out with Kimmie? Where had he and Bast taken her and why? Hadn’t she even read what he’d written? The girl had appeared, and suddenly it was Atticus’s fault. Priceless. If he could afford to pay for a new phone and a window, Atticus would have smashed it through. Instead, the eldest of three smirked before flipping his phone and starting to thumb out a carefully worded response. “Bast, ya got anywhere to be in the next couple of hours?” Atticus asked almost tangentially.
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 17, 2015 8:27:07 GMT
The question threw him slightly, and he blinked a few times as he mulled it over while Atty and Kimmie had a little back and forth with the food. He remained silent as his sister got distracted with eating her cinnamon bun, his arms still wrapped around her waist to ensure that she wouldn’t fall off of his lap or something. It probably wasn’t necessary anymore, but it was a habit. The fact that she was getting older was almost lost on him. She still seemed like a toddler to him, even though she clearly wasn’t.
He watched his elder brother closely as the other male looked down at his phone, and he noticed the sort of sour expression. Perhaps no one else would notice, but Bastion had been watching Atticus’s face for long enough to know when he wasn’t pleased. He left his own phone in his pocket. Atticus could deal with their mother, he didn’t feel like it. Even if the woman deigned to text him for whatever reason, he wouldn’t be texting her back. It wasn’t that Bastion didn’t love his parents or that he was bitter toward them or anything like that, he was simply having his first experience with not having to return home to face consequences, which made him much less likely to do unpleasant things if he didn’t have to.
He started to thread his fingers gently through his sister’s wave of black hair, working out any of the tangles as he did so. Like her clothes, it was slightly damp. It made him wonder exactly how her power worked. She had been asking about wind? If not for the fact that there had been an uncountable number of walls between her and her destination he might have played around with the idea of some kind of super speed, but that wouldn’t make sense. Though she obviously had to pass through something, unless she quite literally disappeared from existence and then reappeared, but-
He blinked and looked up as he heard his name pass from Atty’s lips. It took him a moment to pull himself from his thoughts and figure out what his brother had said – which was made obvious by the blank expression that had presented itself on his features during this time. “Oh… uh… No, I don’t, why?” He tilted his head slightly. With the distractions and getting lost in his thoughts, he had completely forgotten about Kimmie’s question. He adjusted himself as she started kicking her feet, pulling her hair back from her face deftly and tying it into ponytail with the hair tie he’d had on his wrist.
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" I smile because you are my brothers. I laugh because there's nothing you can do about it.
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Post by Kimberly Ann Lewis on Jan 21, 2015 3:09:05 GMT
The brown eyed girl tried to pretend she wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her, but she knew her brothers were talking about her parents back home. Her clouded mind was clearing and she could finally think. As she processed what was being said, her chewing slowed. Kimberly was pretty much full by the time she was eating the second cookie. Continuing to eat was just a way to keep from having to talk now. She smiled and nodded at Atticus when he asked her not to tell mom about the sweets. However, the guilt of the trouble she was causing her brothers was mounting steadily.
Bastion started threading his fingers through her hair, and normally it was a very calming and pleasurable experience. She loved him playing with her hair. Yet she was surprised to find that her scalp was tender somehow and she had to suppress a wince. There was a slight catching of her breath, and quick pause to her chewing a few times before she caught herself and continued normally.
Kimmie's eyes were on her eldest brother and his phone. She knew he was getting agitated at what he was reading. She was causing him so much trouble, but she didn't know what else to do. It wasn't long before Bastion finished putting her hair into a pony tail, when Atticus looked up at him and asked Bastion about being free for a few hours, and she panicked. It'd been such a perfect plan. She would surprise them and they were supposed to have been happy to see her. She could spend some time with her brothers and then she would be back home before anyone noticed she was gone. Mom and Dad were too busy to notice anyway. They wouldn't possibly know she'd even left. But everything just went wrong.
Her feet stopped swinging and her smile dissolved as she stared down at the bottom of her empty mug. Her lips pressed together into a line as Bastion replied and Kimberly couldn't pretend any longer. Atticus was angry and he was going to leave because of her.
"I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble, Atty. No one was supposed to know I was gone." She said softly. Her hands retreated to her lap where they fidgeted with each other nervously. "I just.... I just wanted..." and there were too many words she wanted to say to pick any one reason. In the end the pause hung there for a moment. "and I was going to go right back, but....." She closed her eyes and shook her head. She didn't want to think about what she'd seen and felt in that void. Talking about it was impossible at the moment. She didn't even know how to put it into words. And there was nothing to be done about it now. She couldn't go back that way. She was terrified. She glanced up at him, tears welling for no apparent good reason except her own. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to think of words to say.
"Please don't go." She squeaked. "Please don't be angry" followed and she couldn't bare his judgement, so she turned quickly and threw her arms around Bastion and buried her face in his chest.
"I won't do it again" she said and her small voice cracked.
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Post by Atticus Lewis on Jan 21, 2015 4:34:17 GMT
Atticus’s thumbs whirled across letters and symbols as he wrote and formatted the text back to their mother. He didn’t like being accused, no matter the reason, unless he damn well did something to warrant it. At one time, he might have just blown off their mother’s words, but Atticus had grown the semblance of respect for her as he aged and couldn’t readily do that now. Despite his gaze diverted to the screen, Atticus was indeed listening enough to recognize Bastion’s voice when he finally spoke. Good, Bastion didn’t have anywhere to be. He’d use that in a minute then.
Atticus had been about to reread what he’d responded with when Kimmie’s voice shot his eyes up from the screen. He hadn’t expected her to speak, but she’d captured his undivided attention in a matter of words. No one was supposed to know she was gone; she just wanted something and was going to go right back… but? As those light spheres raised themselves to his gaze, Atticus’s lips pressed together questioningly. Kimmie’s squeaked requests, her quick turn, and her cling to Bast all had Atticus suddenly otherwise dumbfounded after, and for a moment, he sat there at a loss as to what exactly just played out before him or how to react.
For a few seconds, he sat wordlessly thinking over her statements before slowly setting the phone down, standing, and circumventing the table and drawing right up next to Bast’s chair. Bending down on one knee, he reached to clasp Kimmie’s shoulder lightly. He’d give a small tug to turn her somewhat towards her before reaching up with his free hand and removing the shades that normally hid his eyes. Purple spheres did what they could to hold brown ones, and Atticus smirked a little. “I’m not mad at you, Kim,” he stated simply before snorting a little. “Don’t stress, kiddo, you’re too young for that. Since Bast’s free,” Atticus stopped only briefly to glance up at Bastion “How ‘bout we spend the next few hours havin’ some fun in this mall?” His voice was lighter now but retained the smoothness that belonged to it.
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 21, 2015 18:53:37 GMT
Perhaps the raven might have noticed his sister’s winces and the subtle changes in her mood if he wasn’t so focused on trying to figure out how her power worked. Given his very limited amount of information regarding the power, it was almost futile for him to even try. He had basically nothing to go on outside of the fact that it was obviously very taxing for her. Why would she, a child, have been given such a power anyway? It didn’t make sense. Her power seemed more taxing than his or even Atticus’s. She had been visited by the same god as he had, so why hadn’t she been given a lesser power? His own power was almost nothing more than a perfect photographic memory, aside from the fact that he could read extremely fast.
It was after she had ceased swinging her feet, after he had already gotten her hair up and answered Atticus, that he finally noticed something was off. Her posture was slightly stiffer, and the words that came next surprised him a bit. He and Atticus were so used to talking over her it never occurred to him that she might be listening to them – and interpreting things the wrong way. He had known what Atticus meant by the comment, they would be spending a bit of time with Kimmie today. She obviously hadn’t, which was understandable. She was young, firstly, and secondly she’d just went through something pretty traumatizing.
A frown appeared on his features, or perhaps a more pronounced one since the man always seemed to be frowning. He had a very sulky and pissy resting face, as he had been told countless times. No one was supposed to know she was gone? He felt his stomach twist slightly. He knew his parents were busy, it had always been his job to keep up with her… and had they noticed her missing before Atty texted them? Maybe he shouldn’t have moved out…
His arms wrapped around her automatically as he found her face buried in his chest once again. He hummed softly, a deep soothing noise as he rubbed her back a bit. He said nothing as Atticus rounded the table, and didn’t move other than to release his hold on her so that his brother could pull her back slightly if she allowed it. He watched his brother in silence, allowed the older male to remedy the situation. Bastion was a creature of few words unless he was engaged, and he couldn’t really think of anything to add to the conversation. He nodded a little, at least.
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Post by Kimberly Ann Lewis on Jan 25, 2015 18:01:00 GMT
She was a big girl, and big girls don't cry. She'd been told over and over in the last few years. And she'd tried so hard since attempting that long range teleport. She was doing so well till just then. Her skin and scalp were sore all over, but she hadn't complained. She'd been so cold that she'd been stiff from it, and she'd said not a word. Even not being able to breath and thinking she might die in the place she'd been in. Even then she'd somehow kept the years at bay. The whole experience had been something that was worse than any nightmare, scary movie, or anything she'd ever experienced in forever, yet she'd somehow managed to keep herself from screaming and breaking down. She'd been over her limit twice over, and she'd gone into shock rather than cry out, but there was just no use this time.
There was one thing that she had no hope of ever being strong enough to suffer, and that was the disappointment of her brothers. To be judged by them unfavorably. To be considered a bad girl and not a good girl. She cried then after turning away from Atticus, and even Bastion's usually soothing embrace would not be enough. How could she tell him she was sore to almost hurting instead?. Tears spilled even though Atticus's touch was registered by her and she let him pull her easily. She was listening. She always listened to their counsel, be it bad or good, and even when she looked not to be.
She turned her head to face him. Brown eyes gazed upon purple ones, even though blurred by tears. His first words made her reach over and hug Atticus. She was relieved that he was not angry. His snort and light words of encouragement after were proof that he was not just trying to get her to stop crying.
The news about the mall was the frosting on the cake. She wiped the tears away and embraced both of them together since they were so close together. "Honest engine?" She asked like when she used to be a few years younger. She already knew that their words were as good as gold. They'd never lie to her. She knew to expect an explanation that she was not old enough for certain things, etc.
Somehow she was getting her wish after all. She was going to be spending the day with her brothers. She queezed them both tight. All of a sudden she'd forgotten she was achy all over. She smiled instead. "Thank you Atty, Bast. You're the best!".
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Post by Atticus Lewis on Jan 26, 2015 22:04:08 GMT
Those tears stirred some primal instinct in Atticus, and had there been another reason aside from his words that had caused them, the eldest brother would probably have battered the perpetrator to a bloody pulp. He’d done it for Bastion in school more than once and would not hesitate to do the same for Kimmie. His fight worthy blood could easily be made to boil on command, and Atticus was the oldest, strongest of the family. For them, he wouldn’t hesitate to show it either. It came as instinct more than will, and he didn’t hold back more often than not. In that moment, however, Atticus may have wanted to smack himself for being part of the problem. He had to remind himself it wouldn’t help the situation in order to go on.
As those arms reached and clasped around him, Atticus shifted a little before setting a hand on Kimmie’s back reassuringly. While he didn’t think himself to be good with kids, he could at least attempt to be or something for Kimmie. A hard sigh was negated into a soft breath as Kimmie perked up at his suggestion. Her question had him smirking and ruffling her hair. “Yeah, kiddo,” he commented simply. Pulling away after a moment, Atticus found himself pulled into a hug yet again this time with Bast in tow. Purple eyes slid over briefly to gold ones before glancing at brown ones. The thanks had him smirking a little and being a bit careful as he pulled back this time setting his shades back on. “No problem,” he smirked dryly before slowly standing up again and glancing at what was left on the plate. “Want to get this to go?” he asked equal parts Kimmie and Bast. While it was technically his own money on the table, Atticus didn’t really want sweets right then and there.
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 27, 2015 0:25:58 GMT
His brother’s words soothed the child in his lap nearly instantly, and he sat back a bit as she wrapped her arms around the other’s neck. Good. He was perfectly capable of soothing Kimberly if the need called for it, but he tended to allow Atticus to take the lead in any situation the two found themselves in. Even if by some chance he was more capable of handling the situation, he still would have allowed Atticus to tell him to what to do. He trusted his brother implicitly, the other male had always allowed for his timid personality and stood up for him. Well, not always, but they had been so young then that didn’t matter anymore.
He allowed himself to be pulled into the three-way hug with no resistance, his golden eyes meeting Atticus’s for a brief moment. He had always found their eye-colors to be a bit ironic, with his being on the warmer end of the spectrum and his brother’s being on the cooler – despite their personalities being the opposite. Atticus had nearly all the fire in the family. It took a lot to make Bastion truly angry, and it took even more to make him act on the anger rather than just fume.
A smirk would mirror his elder brother’s for mere seconds before his features blanked again as the hug was broken. Kimberly would be placed gently from his lap so he could stand, his arms coming over his head in a stretch. His shirt pulled up to reveal his hip-bones for the briefest of moments before it was pulled back down. “No problem~” he said warmly, his voice blending with Atticus’s as the same words left the other’s mouth. “Nah, ‘m not hungry.” He stated, stepping back out of the way in case either of his siblings wanted to grab anything. His fingers raked through his messy hair before his hands fell back to his sides.
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Post by Kimberly Ann Lewis on Jan 27, 2015 18:32:46 GMT
That seems to have done the trick, when it came to Kimberly. She was all smiles again as she was set down on her feet. Her smiled wavered slightly as her eldest brother covered his eyes with those shades again. She loved his purple eyes. She also loved Bastion's golden ones. Hers were just plain brown and she often wished they were like her brothers. "Nuh-uh. I'm stuffed!" The brown eyes girl replied to the question of whether she wanted that muffin she didn't touch. This was supposed to be a secret after all. And secret or not, she couldn't lie to mom is she was asked directly. It was better to not bring that muffin home.
Her hands reached out to take one each of her brothers and she pulled on them to get them moving in the direction of the mall. Kimberly didn't want to waste a single microsecond of the time allotted to be spent with her. "Hurry. We've only got a couple of hours." She said, giving their hands another tug. Bastion's 'too big' jacket was hanging of her shoulders with her arms outstretched upwards in her attempt of pulling her much taller brother's along.
The faint pink marks were slowly changing to darker shades that would be light bruises in due time. Kimberly was not aware of them at all, though her body did ache a bit. It wasn't really important to her at the time. What was important was where her familiar kip had gone. He'd nested in her hair, but flew off when Bastion attempted to tame it with his fingers. She glanced up at the ceiling and around for a moment. "Kip?" She called. But he was nowhere to be seen. Then just like that, it was as if it didn't mater as she went about her business.
He'd turn up. He always did if she called for him while seriously needing him for something. Its like he knew. She let go of her brothers hands and skipped ahead to the entrance. Once her brothers caught up, she looked to be in thought when she asked "Hell is supposed to be hot, right?" And it was as if she'd simply thought out loud since she proceeded to walk ahead without waiting for an answer.
Kim couldn't get what happened out of her mind. Even while she was trying to focus on other things, dozens of questions remained unanswered in the back of her mind. She was still struggling with trying to understand what happened to her. Trying to fill in the puzzle with pieces of what she knew to be true of the world. Nothing made sense though. If hell was hot, then what was that place she'd been in? Couldn't be heaven. Where was the cold place then? The thoughts were taking up so much of her processing that she didn't realize she was voicing the questions out loud.
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Post by Atticus Lewis on Jan 28, 2015 2:52:21 GMT
The shades that protected those imperial purple spheres had a long and special history, one that Atticus shared with no one. His parents and even his brother might have noted he started wearing them sometime into his second semester of high school year, but whom he received them from or why would never be a subject Atticus answered. He was slippery with things he didn’t want to speak about, virtually untouchable under the right circumstances. Years later, it had become impossible to ask him exactly why he’d started wearing them without being slighted in several different way, and for this reason, questioning finally blossomed into a general tolerance for what was deemed just an ‘Atticus thing’.
As neither sibling wanted the rest of the sweets, Atticus just smirked giving a simple nod. He’d been about to take a step towards the door when tiny fingers had curled around his causing the dark haired man to pause briefly as Kimmie got moving thereafter. Her utterance and ushering made him move well enough. Surely he could have put up resistance if he chose, but Atticus was willing to go along with it. He’d been the one to ask where they were suggest the mall after all. Moving in line, he glanced around only briefly for the humming bird when Kim had called it. Familiars came and went. He knew this well with Allen especially. Sometimes he would just catch the spirit sitting or standing around only to fade into nothingness when Atticus went to ask what he wanted. Familiars were weird.
When his hand was released, Atticus would stop briefly glancing to Bastion before stepping up to the exit easily enough. As Kimmie spoke, however, what was expected of the girl was suddenly thrown out the window. What was hell like? Where the hell had that come from? Heh, pun. Smirking to himself, Atticus pushed open the door. “Yeah, ‘nless ya read Dante,” he commented, the last set of words much quieter than the prior.
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Feb 7, 2015 19:41:36 GMT
Bastion barely noticed Atty’s shades anymore, truth be told. He didn’t really notice when they were on or off. Atticus looked like Atticus with or without them. He had spent fourteen years seeing his brother without them, which was arguably longer than he’d had them. Given their age gap, of course, the younger brother had not even an inkling of where they had come from or why Atticus was so insistent on wearing them. He was still stuck in middle school when his elder brother moved on to high school.
Brief seconds before his hand was grabbed, he picked Kimberly’s jacket up off the table and folded it over his arm. He gave no resistance as his little sister pulled him toward the door, instead his face adopted that blank, far away, and slightly pissy look that it did when he wasn’t trying to do anything with it. Goosebumps could be seen on the skin of his neck and hands if someone were to look at them, but he would never complain about being cold when his younger sister needed his jacket more than he did.
Golden eyes focused back in to watch the young girl carefully when his hand was dropped, following her all the way to the entrance. He stepped up with Atticus, and when the question was posed, the oddness of it would initially be missed by him. He almost started telling her about how hell actually wasn’t hot in a lot of religions, but then he thought better of it. Their parents wouldn’t like it if she came home saying those things. His elder brother’s answer was better, anyway. “Why?” He tacked on to the end of it, almost as an afterthought.
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Post by Kimberly Ann Lewis on Feb 8, 2015 2:04:38 GMT
The 8yo girl slowed from skipping to walking and then stopped at the railing ahead of her. Her hands were iside the much longer sleeves of Bastion's jacket so she stuck the sleeves through the slats and gripped them through the jacker. She looked down at the lower level of the mall from her perch on the 2nd and thought about what her brother said. 'Read Dante? What's a Dante? Is Dante a person. Is it the name of the book? Is it the name of a place? Or maybe its a verse from the bible?' She shivered a bit at that last question she asked herself. That would mean that maybe it was cold after all, and she'd actually been there.
She's asked two questions and was no closer to figuring anything out. Kim almost wanted to just go home and go to bed. She was feeling better, but she was still tired over all. Even at 8, she knew she was on a sugar high and it would just be a matter of time before it wore off. Still, she hoped that it wouldn't be till after her date with her brothers. It'd been a long while since she'd been out with both of them at the same time.
It seemed she did not have the luxury of time, however. Her brothers caught up rather quickly since she'd only gone out the cafe door and to the railing. "I dunno." She answered Bastion's question of why. She didn't know how else to answer. She had no answers, only questions. And so another thought slipped out into voice. "Do you have to be dead to be there?" She wondered out loud. She was alive, after all. Maybe that's why she was not able to breathe there. "Dead people don't breath air, right?" She voiced her thoughts again. And she knew by the second question that she'd voiced her thought, but it was too late to do anything about it.
The troubled young girl shivered again. It was partially due to her damp jeans and the jacket being much too big for her to keep out drafts as she moved. The thin shirt she was wearing was not totally dry either. The other part was the fact that she could not get that place out of her mind. So many questions. And she wanted to ask her brothers directly, but no. She was on a play-date and she wasn't going to waste it. She saw a Build a Bear workshop on the lower level and pushed off the railing and was going to skip away to lead them to it. "Fuzzies! Lets go there first!"
Kimberly always wanted to go there. Some of her friends at school bragged about having their birthday parties there. She wasn't expecting anyone to buy anything. She just wanted to see the machine that gave the bears "life" so to speak. That's what she'd heard.
Her brother's own plight with being chilled went unnoticed to her. It wasn't that Kim didn't care about her brother. She was simply too preoccupied to notice anything. And even if she was paying attention, things like goosebumps were too vague a clue for a young girl. He would have had to have shivered like her, and possibly even voiced the fact that he was cold for her to notice something like that about her brother. They were her heroes, after all. The ones who were always there to protect her. As far as she was concerned, they were invincible. Smarter and stronger than anyone she knew, as big brothers were supposed to be.
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Post by Atticus Lewis on Feb 15, 2015 21:07:34 GMT
Though warmer than the outside, the general mall area was cooler than the café had been, and as he stepped out into it, Atticus glanced sideways at Bastion once more. He had not forgotten Bastion had handed over his jacket to their younger sister nor was he blind to how thin Bast was. Bastion had not filled out like he had growing up, instead becoming a railing. Atticus snorted briefly to himself before shrugging off his own jacket again and half handing it to, half throwing it at Bast.
Closing the distance between himself and Kimmie again, Atticus set his forearms on the railing and looked out at the various shops and sights below. In the far corner, the ice rink was abuzz with interest as it did when the season changed. As Bast asked the question he too wanted to know, Atticus glanced back to Kim again. Her reply caused him to blink briefly, and an eyebrow was raised questioningly. “Why not?” he asked turning fully to Kim once more. It seemed she had her own questions, however. Still more questions came after that.
Atticus’s lips pressed together. While some may have disregarded it as a child’s questions, Atticus was not someone to ride thoughts off or let them go. Kimmie had asked too many questions for him not to be left wondering. “Kim,” he started fully ready to ask her if she thought she’d been to some sort of hell, but it seemed something else had caught her attention. The girl was off in an instant, and Atticus fought back the urge to swear. He wanted to press her for information, but even Atticus realized Kim was eight. Pushing her too much was not going to be good for anyone. Chewing the inside of his mouth, he watched her go before starting after. “Fuzzies.”
Glancing sideways at Bastion, Atticus frowned before glancing at the back of Kimmie as she started towards the escalators that led to the bottom floor. “Bast, ya think one of the gods or something did something? Took her away somewhere?” he asked quieter frowning a bit. The beings that had appeared that day had radically warped their world; why not interfere more somehow? Atticus didn’t like it either way. He wanted answers- and no interference if that was the damn case.
Maybe Allen could figure out… Atticus didn’t get to finish his thoughts before a voice spoke from behind him. “You called?” Gritting his teeth, the tall man turned around facing the ghostly child that had seemingly willed himself into existence right then and there. Dark hair, orange eyes, dressed in an orange shirt and black pants, Allen was as he always appeared- looking cold as hell. Atticus bit the inside of his mouth as the ghostly presence took on something more physical in nature and the kid came skipping forwards, right passed him and towards Kimmie instead. “Allen!” Atticus started, but the familiar didn’t even glance back at him.
Jogging up to Kimmie, the familiar glanced sideways at her, offering a friendly smile. “Hi! My name’s Allen!” he smiled warmly extending a hand to Kimmie. He looked notably younger than her, but that didn’t stop his boldness, apparently.
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