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Angie · 02-09-2010, 05:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Faerilicious

Wha-WHAT?!

Madiison looked at the boy with horror. And the thing was, she could SEE him now. Unnoticed by her, her towel had slipped off her head and landed around her shoulders. And he could SEE her. He. Could. SEE. Her.

O_____O

But his question distracted her for a moment. What happened to her? "I ... don't know." Madiison said, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to burst forth. "I ... don't ..." Sob "... remember ..." And she didn't. She couldn't remember how this happened. "I don't know." She looked up at him, not noticing that he had stepped away from her. "I just .... woke up and my body was aching like mad and I had bruises and ..." Snifff. "And cuts all over me." Tears tickled down. IT HUUUUURT. "And then I looked in the mirror and ...."

...

Sob. WHY HEEEEER?! Why HER pretty face?

Uh-Oh.

Having three sisters back at home plus a sometimes emotional mother had taught Ian McKensie when to recognize to pre-bawling expression. You know, the one that took over a female's face before allowing tears to run down their cheeks. And while not all of them were EXACTLY the same (Greer's face tended to look as READ as an apple prior doing so) they were fairly alike.

Enough for him to just mentally prepare himself for it.

That didn't mean, however, that he could understand why on EARTH was the child crying in front of HIM?!

Ian looked at her. And the sobs. And the tears.

Shuffling his feet awkwardly, he took a step forward, and awkwardly patted her back. Merlin, hopefully whatever the hell that she had wasn't particularly contagious; imagine if that skin condition of hers happened to him, too? Granted, he was NOT Troll-like looking, but that didn't mean he looked like one of those ... male models. His looks were rather regular, and since there was nothing particularly STRIKING about him, Ian could only hope to be immune to her disease.

"Tissue?" Actually, more like handkerchief? His hand reached for his pocket ... and didn't find anything on it. Drat. Only sweets. "You can use my tie to blow your nose or, you know ... deal with the tears if you want." He pointed at his Ravenclaw tie.

... "Shouldn't you be on your way to the hospital wing or whatever?"

02-09-2010, 05:09 AM	#458 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Faerilicious Wha-WHAT?! Madiison looked at the boy with horror. And the thing was, she could SEE him now. Unnoticed by her, her towel had slipped off her head and landed around her shoulders. And he could SEE her. He. Could. SEE. Her. O_____O But his question distracted her for a moment. What happened to her? "I ... don't know." Madiison said, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to burst forth. "I ... don't ..." Sob "... remember ..." And she didn't. She couldn't remember how this happened. "I don't know." She looked up at him, not noticing that he had stepped away from her. "I just .... woke up and my body was aching like mad and I had bruises and ..." Snifff. "And cuts all over me." Tears tickled down. IT HUUUUURT. "And then I looked in the mirror and ...." ... Sob. WHY HEEEEER?! Why HER pretty face? Uh-Oh. Having three sisters back at home plus a sometimes emotional mother had taught Ian McKensie when to recognize to pre-bawling expression. You know, the one that took over a female's face before allowing tears to run down their cheeks. And while not all of them were EXACTLY the same (Greer's face tended to look as READ as an apple prior doing so) they were fairly alike. Enough for him to just mentally prepare himself for it. That didn't mean, however, that he could understand why on EARTH was the child crying in front of HIM?! Ian looked at her. And the sobs. And the tears. Shuffling his feet awkwardly, he took a step forward, and awkwardly patted her back. Merlin, hopefully whatever the hell that she had wasn't particularly contagious; imagine if that skin condition of hers happened to him, too? Granted, he was NOT Troll-like looking, but that didn't mean he looked like one of those ... male models. His looks were rather regular, and since there was nothing particularly STRIKING about him, Ian could only hope to be immune to her disease. "Tissue?" Actually, more like handkerchief? His hand reached for his pocket ... and didn't find anything on it. Drat. Only sweets. "You can use my tie to blow your nose or, you know ... deal with the tears if you want." He pointed at his Ravenclaw tie. ... "Shouldn't you be on your way to the hospital wing or whatever?" __________________